My Tamed Alpha Mate (Book 2)

Chapter 3: Appearance

Still looking like a fish out of water, Keaton gags on his own spit. Coughing once and then returning to the look of disbelief. Geez, one second he can be a violent Alpha then the next second weak and vulnerable.

"Ummm hello?" I wave my hand, wanting to snap him out of it.

He coughs, "W-What are you wear- not wearing?"

I push of the door frame and sashay over to him. We've been out of practice with this whole s*x thing, except for yesterday night. We need to get that spark back. I graze my nails down his body, starting at his stubble, down his neck, chest, and ending at the top of his dark wash jeans. I toy with the button naughtily and push myself against him. The effect of my little show very prominent against my lower tummy.

"s**t" he exhales, under his breath and closing his eyes tightly.

"What do you want Alpha?" I ask again, popping the button on his jeans.

His hands are clenched at his sides, I take his left hand and place it gently on my butt. I start to leisurely unbutton his shirt, one at a time. His eyes are still closed, he's trying not to lose his control, but I want him to. I want him to lose control and release the pent up frustration from this afternoon.

"Lola" he strains, his back taut and stiff.

"Tell me what you need" I suck on his neck. "I need to hear you say it."

His jaw clenches under my lips. So stubborn.

Fine, if that's the way he wants to play it.

I finish with the last shirt button and shove the open shirt off his shoulders. It hits the floor quietly, waiting for the jeans to accompany them.

I turn so my back is up against him and my butt is perfectly against the stiff ridge in his pants. I mentally thank the gods of fashion for creating heels high enough to measure up to my tall mate. I teasingly rub back and forth against him, smirking when his bulge throbs. A strangled groan tells me his control is slipping, but I need it completely gone.

I arch my back, fully pushing my behind against his front. He curses a string of explicits, flexing forward into me. His hands unclench and re-clench once they secure the tender skin of my hips. I turn to face him once again, animalistically leaving pink nail marks on his chest.

Now for the grand finally.

I step on my tip toes to reach the place where his neck meets his shoulder. Where my personal mark is. I let my canines grow before plunging them into his skin. He growls in pleasure, throwing his head towards the ceiling.

"Enough!" he roars, finally breaking down that wall of control.

He grabs my thighs, lifts me up, and around his waist. Wasting no time he slams us against one of the glass windows, quickly shoving his fly open and pulling himself through the slit of his boxers. I'm more than prepared for the harsh entrance of him into my body. I steady my arms on the tops of his shoulders and interlace my fingers in his soft brown hair.

"Tease" he grunts, starting to slam into me.

My mound gets perfect stimulation of the rough jean fabric covering his pubic bone. I pull his hips closer to me with my legs. My stiletto heels dig into his backside making him shove into me ten times harder. I bite into his shoulder, drawing iron tasting blood. The hands he has destroyed so many with, now forcefully bruise my skin. My sharp nails dig hard into his scalp.

This is a full blown animal f**k, nothing like he's ever given me before. No doubt our wolves of present but we push them down, wanting human contact more. The more he pulls me on and off him, the closer I get to bliss. Letting my hands glide from his hair to his back, I mark him more with my nails.

I don't care if this is what he needs to do to get his anger out, as long as he doesn't take his anger out viciously on our pack members. I would do just the same if I were as rageful as he is at the moment.

"You. Disrespected. Me. In. Front. Of. The. Pack" he thrusts hard with every word, right into my ear.

"I know."

He stops, mid thrust surprised that I didn't make an attempt to cover up my actions. I feel a growing sense of dread at the inky blackness of his eyes.

Resuming our rough escapade, he pounds into me to the point where I'm certain I'll have internal bruising. But at sick as that is, the pleasure overrides that alarming realization.

Feeling ecstasy within reach, I surrender to the pain, pleasure, and hell.

I clench around him, till he's unable to move. He roars and releases into me.

A thought then pops into my head as the bliss is replaced with a satisfied craving. If this keeps up, I could fall pregnant. Again.

Instead of seeing a flash forward of our future or a flutter of excitement, I feel doom. The flashback of being attacked by a rogue and losing our first unborn child, drips painfully into my brain. I can still see the blood, the amber eyes of that monster before it attacked, losing the fullness in my body. I couldn't go through that again. I won't.

"You will be dealt with" the chilling voice bringing me back to the now.

Keaton still inside me, still livid, still murderous.

"I thought this counts" I whimper.

"Not even close."

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Another training day down, Alpha Tucker was not in attendance which I could see both relieved and frustrated Keaton. The more he disappoints his father, the angrier he gets inside. He assures me the he doesn't care what his father thinks, and that he's Alpha now but I see it kill him each time.

"Chris, pass me the baking soda" I request, coming out of my thoughts.

Christina reaches over and hands me the small glass container. We've decided to surprise the packs by making food and give the usual women who cook, the afternoon of rest. While everyone is out training, we hung back to cook. I've kept my mouth shut and bit my tongue since the sparing match with Keaton, its wise not to cross that line again.

"Where's Ashton been the last few days? I haven't had to search for Logan at that side of the house lately" Chris looks up from glazing the rack of lamb.

"Surprisingly things with him have been oddly quiet. I don't know whether to be relieved or nervous. Keaton went to check on him yesterday and Ashton's Beta assured him, that he's got Ashton under control."

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Walking into the large kitchen, fully dressed, and somewhat sober, is Ashton. Christina and I look at him in shock. I for one haven't seen him in real clothes since Ashley was alive. Now low and behold, jeans, a pressed shirt, and hair nicely gelled is that same broken mate.

"Ashton?" I ask in disbelief, eyes no doubt wide.

Ignoring our speechless expressions, Ashton gets right to the point. "Where is everyone? I need to speak with Keaton."

Christina, looks like she needs to be slapped by a fish to get that open mouthed expression off her face. I regain myself and fix my composer before answering.

"Keaton is out training the packs, when he returns I'll let him know you'd like to meet with him" I nod, using my Luna voice.

With a curt nod, he pivots on his heel and walks down the hall, back to his wing of the house. Still staring after him for a few moments, I return to face Christina.

"Well that was f*****g weird" she remarks still staring at the spot he just vacated.

I nod in agreement, "Something seems off, I'll mention it to Keaton."

"You don't think he's planning something bad, do you?" Chris voices an idea we both are thinking.

"I honestly don't know, but he was a mess not even a week ago, now he waltzes in clean and sober. He looked like the poster child for rehab just last week" I remark.

"Maybe he's cleaned up. After all we haven't seen him in the past few days."

"No one as messed up as he was can be clean in just three days, somethings up" I officially decide.

Before another word can be said, an abrupt shiver vibrates down both me and Christina's body. Its not because Ashton's sudden appearance gave is the creeps, but because something has entered the Blackwood land.

'Alpha's we have a breech!' a voice shouts through the pack mind link, informing everyone. No doubt its the voice of one of our many watch guards on the perimeter.

Immediately jumping into Luna mode, I give out orders to the member's a Luna is responsible for, women and pups.

'All pups, mothers, and elders, please run to your designated stations' I order, looking Christina as I speak.

A Luna's job is to protect and sort out minor pack affairs, disagreements among them, and most importantly take charge of their protection in the event of a breech.

In reply, are hundreds of 'yes Luna', 'coming ma'am', 'bless you Luna.'

Christina and I rush to the panic rooms, opening them all. I hear Keaton's strong authoritative voice giving multiple orders, but I tune them out till my duties are done and very person I'm responsible for is safety locked in the panic shelters.

I know Keaton will no doubt order Christina and I to join them, but this time I won't, I need to be by my mate's side, standing up against whatever awaits.

Then a sickly alarming thought burns my brain, Logan. What if its Blair and she wants to abduct Logan. Its unknown if she knows Logan survived his birth or not but I need to assume she knows.

I whirl around, my eyes scanning the crowded panic hall for Christina. I find her comforting a pregnant pack member, who looks about ready to pass out.

"Chris, Logan. Where's Logan?"

She looks up, her features paling in memory. I need to get to the border to cut off Keaton but I promised to always protect Logan no matter what.

"Go. I'll find him. Go protect us Luna" she yells above the chaos.

I know she'll find Logan. She'd put her own life in danger to protect him. Hell, she'd give her life just to ensure he'd live.

Putting my faith in my best friend and female Beta, I shift and barrel across the grassy field. I run with every ounce of strength I have. All the anger, loss, and instinct to protect what is mine, courses through my body. This is my pack, my land, my family, no one will destroy it. Ever.