Chapter Ten

Karter

My breath catches in my throat when I mentally replay what she’s said. The fact that my girl is a virgin fills me with pride and makes me stiffen in my sweats. It was never a big deal before I found out, but now that I know, I refuse to let any other man take possession of something so special.

The pride I feel however is accompanied by a small tinge of panic. Here I am talking about punishments and scaring her half to death. Her voice damn near squeaked when she told me of her status. Nice going Karter.

I put on my heart stopping grin to soothe her and gently run my hand down the side of her face until I’m cupping her chin. Her eyes flutter closed, not even questioning my lack of response. Her submission to me makes me harder than I was before. The simple fact that she has no idea what I’m going to do, what with my talk of punishments just seconds before, and yet she still trusts me is surreal. I can’t stop the proud smile that spreads across my face and I’m glad she has her eyes closed. The Moon Goddess really picked the perfect woman for me.

I kiss the sides of her mouth, ever so lightly touching the corners of her lips with my own before planting a soft kiss on her nose. I pull away, letting my hand glide from her chin to the back of her neck and down her back, resting at the center of it. She lets out a choppy breath and cautiously opens her eyes to look at me.

“That’s it?” she asks, “That’s my punishment?”

The look of surprise she gives me makes me laugh and I take a step back from her, resting on the table behind me. Initially, I was going to take it all back but seeing the lack of fear and almost disappointment on her face I decide against it.

“Punishment isn’t always about pain Rose. Sometimes it’s the sweet sweet torture of denial,” I explain.

She looks like she’s deep in thought and I realize she’s really green. Not only is she a virgin but I assume she’s never read smut or watched porn or else she’d know.

The sadist in me enjoys the idea of corrupting her, taking this innocent piece of clay and molding her to fit my every need, every desire. And she’ll do it with a smile on her face simply because it pleases me. The thought of making her completely surrender to me in every way gets me lost. I can see it in my mind. Her sprawled out beneath me, bound and completely open, waiting for me to take her any way I see fit. Begging for me and screaming for me when I finally give her what she asked for. The image sends chills down my spine.

“What does that do for you?” she asks, bringing me out of my dirty fantasy.

“Control, it turns me on. I love the idea of possessing you in every way possible. I want you at my mercy, completely bending to my will. Giving me everything you have until there’s nothing left. I want every breath you inhale and every thought you have to be filled with me, every ache you have I want it to be there because I caused it. I want you to want me to fuck you until you’re sore,” even though I see her eyes widen I continue, “Every. Single. Night.”

She looks frightened by my outburst and knowing I caused that in her makes me want to take it back, to make it right. But the more selfish part of me knows that it’s better she hears it now and knows what she’s getting into.

For a while she’s silent and I almost miss the scent of her arousal that punishes my nose thanks to the running thoughts in my mind. It’s the sweetest smell I’ve ever had the pleasure of scenting. Like citrus fruits but it’s not sickeningly sweet, there’s a natural scent that evens it out and makes it alluring and mouthwatering.

When I look over at her she’s squeezing her thighs together slightly. Without my enhanced senses I would’ve missed all of the signs, she liked everything I said. Not only did she like it, but she wants it just as badly as I do.

She feels me staring at her and looks up at me with a small smile before laughing, “That’s a lot to take in.”

I smirk back at her, “It is, and I’ll leave you to it. I’ve got to get home.”

Disappointment flashes across her face quickly before she shuts it down and nods, leading me to the front. She opens the door for me and steps to the side out of the way. I pull her into a hug. It feels like forever since I’ve just held her. The feel of her soft body against mine is incomparable. The way she fits so perfectly against me makes me glad I’m wearing such baggy sweats or she’d be able to feel my hard on.

“Text me and let me know you got home safely,” she says, pulling away from me. I nod and kiss her on the cheek before walking out the door.

The ride to the pack house is filled with thoughts I shouldn’t be thinking at this stage in our relationship. Initially I wanted to broach the subject of Dre calling me Rose’s boyfriend but damn she’s so tempting. As big of a fail, on that front, the conversation turned out to be, I will bring it up again. I don’t want her to think that all I want is sex but by Goddess I want that bad. It’s the simple things she does that make me hard for her. Like the way she bites her lip when she’s nervous or the way her eyes widen whenever she hears something that shocks her. But by far the thing that turns me on the most is her willingness to trust me. Just her innocence in general is intoxicating.

I park my car and take a deep breath before getting out of the car. It’s been a fucking war zone here. The pack has split down the middle, New Orleans and Texas. Where we used to all get along in harmony, the threat against their Alpha has turned a watchful and yet blind eye onto everyone. Everyone is watching and yet no one is seeing. This is exactly what the shooter wanted. To turn us all against each other and destroy us from the inside out, and it’s working.

When I walk into the assembly room it goes completely silent. The loud voices that could be heard when I got out of my car are gone and now every eye in the building is on me. I hold my head high and walk straight down the aisle to the front podium, catching the slight bows from the younger and older members of the pack.

I clear my throat before I begin, “Thank you all for coming out tonight. I know it’s late and I appreciate your acceptance of this inconvenience.”

There are murmurs of the pack replying with different responses all adding up to, “No problem.” I raise my hand for silence and it quickly follows.

“As you all know there was an attack on my life not too long ago and the assailant has still not been caught. Many of you have come to me expressing your concerns and as your Alpha it warms my heart to see such ferocious defense of me. However, in revelation of the crime that was committed there has been another.”

A series of gasps fill the room.

“We have all committed treason against our pack. Turning against each other, separating the way we have, it’s tearing this pack apart. Look at you all now,” I gesture to the seating arrangements, “original New Orleans members on one side while our Texas brethren are on the other. That’s not the way we’ve been and it won’t be the way we remain.”

Looks of guilt fill each face in the room and it makes me glad I’m getting through to them.

“I remember when we had our first pack meeting after merging. The assembly room in the pack house couldn’t fit even half of us,” I say with a light laugh remembering the standing room only night, “So what did we do that very next day? We came together and began building this place right here that we’re sitting in. Look around you. This building is structurally sound, it’s spacious enough for us all and there’s room for growth. We did this. Each and every one of you took part in making something together, lending each other a helping hand. This is what made us a pack. Not some merger. The formation of bonds and friendships when we built this building is what made us The Cynwulf Wood Pack.”

I take the time out to look around the room. Everyone in attendance seems reflective on their behavior in the past weeks.

“And don’t think I don’t appreciate the concern for me, I do, more than you know. But in turning against one another, you’re giving the assasin exactly what they want, to divide and conquer. But we won’t let them win will we?”

A resounding “No!” is heard from the pack and it makes me beam with pride.

“That’s what I like to hear! Now I’m not saying it won’t be hard to forgive and move forward. But every time it feels like things are too heavy for you just look to this building and remind yourself that we are The Cynwulf Wood Pack and we stick together!”

The room erupts in chants of our pack name. Leaving me with the hope that tonight was enough to mend the broken relationships between pack members. The last thing we need is a divide if whoever attacked me tries it again.

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A/N

Hello my good people!! I’m sorry if the chapter is a little short or not as well written as it should be. I’m having a hard time writing under these conditions. My brother in law’s grandfather passed away and so that left me to watch his and my sister’s kids for the funeral and such -_- If anyone has kids or has to deal with kids you know they are not the quietest little critters ever. I’m very odd about my writing process so it’s been hard as hell to write. BLAH! Enough of my complaining! Next week everything should be back to your regularly scheduled programming!

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