Alpha’s Prize: A Werewolf Romance (Bad Boy Alphas Book 3)

Carlos

I wake with Sedona in my arms. I bury my nose in her thick hair and breathe in her scent. Somehow, I managed to actually sleep with her beside me and I didn’t even have to tie her to the bedpost and fuck her senseless.

It must have been the bullet wounds and my body’s need to heal.

Although my dick is rock hard, I don’t move, content to simply watch my mate sleep. I’ve already marked her, but today she’ll become mine in front of my pack and hers. Her mother and Garrett’s mate are even flying out this morning to witness it.

Yesterday’s cluster-fuck ended up better than I could’ve wished for. Sedona’s father and brother spent a good ninety minutes giving me the third degree, but I think they finally conceded that I love Sedona and would give my life to protect her and make her happy.

We spent last night initiating a worldwide search for Santiago, who I believe must be “the Harvester.” According to a hacker friend of Garrett, Santiago has gone dark. The hacker friend found every bank account he’s associated with and issued a fake FBI freeze on the funds. She also removed him from every pack financial account, so I hope with his financial support cut off, his activities will be quickly curtailed. Sedona’s father and brother vow to continue the hunt for him.

Sedona’s lids blink open and those azure eyes train on my face. Her soft lips part and she leans forward. I think she’s going to kiss my neck, but she bites it. Hard.

Laughter rockets from my throat as I flip her onto her back and pin her hands above her head. “Someone’s ready for her punishment.”

She blushes and squirms, but the flare of her pupils and scent of her arousal tells me I’m right.

Fates, how did I get so lucky?

I nudge her legs apart with my knee, and bite her shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re up for it?” She peers innocently up from under her lashes.

I growl and roll her to her side, applying my hand to her backside several times. Nothing pisses an alpha off more than the assumption he’s not up for something.

She giggles and wiggles her ass. She’s wearing a pair of panties and one of my t-shirts, which my wolf finds tremendously satisfying. “Get up. Use the bathroom, if you need to. Take off your clothes. I’ll deal with your misbehavior when you return.”

She shoots out of bed, excitement evident in her race to the bathroom and her quick shower. She emerges damp and naked.

Growls start up in my throat the moment I see her naked body, which she throws at me from across the room, tackling me down to the mattress when I catch her. I flip her to her tummy and pin both hands behind her back. “Leave these here. Don’t even think about moving them, or I’ll double the punishment.”

“Yes, sir.”

A blast of lust pounds through me at her submissive response. She’s so hot.

I pull her hips up until she’s on her knees, her face pressed into the mattress. “Get those legs wide.” My voice has never sounded so low.

She spreads her knees apart and I grip the tops of her thighs and pull them open, parting her wide. I lick into her, parting her outer lips with my tongue, tracing the inner ones.

Her pussy drips honey and I lap it up, tonguing her clit. Her thighs quake. I drag my tongue up to her anus, rimming her as I slap between her legs.

She cries out, a wanton, needy sound and I continue, spanking her wet pussy as I lick her anus. “No, no more. Oh fates, yes. Please, Carlos.”

I spank harder, faster, until she comes, arms flying off her back, knees snapping closed.

I change my attack, spanking her sweet ass, all the way through her orgasm, following when she flops flat on the bed, body soft and pliant from her release.

I turn her ass red, and the pain must set in, because she whimpers, twisting her head around. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Carlos.”

I fall on her immediately, squeezing and rubbing her chastened cheeks as I kick her legs apart. I kiss a trail up her back, admiring the slender lines, the lean feminine muscle of my alpha she-wolf.

We could be mated for eighty years and she’d still steal my breath with her beauty. I caress her nape, move her hair to one side to bite her ear. “Don’t move,” I murmur.

I scramble to grab some lube, still packed in the bag from Europe. When I return, I pull her cheeks apart and squeeze a dollop on her anus. Using a medium-sized buttplug, I stretch her opening. She whimpers and moans as I twist and pump it inside of her.

“What comes now, Sedona?”

Her bottom squeezes around the plug. “I-I don’t know.”

“Yes you do.” I give each cheek a smack. “What am I going to do to you now, ángel?”

“F-fuck my ass?”

I grip each of her cheeks roughly, squeezing and separating them. “That’s right, mi amor.” I pull out the medium plug and apply more lube. I coat my throbbing cock, too. This might be punishment but there will be no pain, only pleasure.

“You’re going to take it, you know why?”

“No.”

“Yes, you do. Because you were a bad girl. You put yourself in danger. That’s not allowed, beautiful.”

“S-sorry.” She’s panting, lifting her ass for me, excited.

I straddle her ass and pull her cheeks wide, bump the head of my cock against her back pucker. “Take me.”

Somehow, she knows to relax, and the tip of my cock enters. I go slowly, giving her time to get used to it.

She sucks in her breath and bites the bedspread, gathers it up in fists as I inch in.

“Good girl.”

“Yes!” she gasps.

I’m not sure what she’s saying yes to, but I take it as a sign that she’s okay and continue, sinking into her.

She’s tight, her heat wrapping my dick up like a fist. I won’t last long. There’s something so taboo, so fucking hot about punishing her this way. I want to pound into her and find my release, but I force myself to keep my movements slow and even.

I shove one hand under her hips and cup her mons. Her swollen, sopping pussy welcomes my fingers. I finger-fuck her with three, shoving my digits deep as my cock withdraws, alternating.

“Please, Carlos, please. Oh fates. Oh yes…” Her cries grow to a high-pitched squeal that never stops.

My breath grows jerky and I plow harder, doing my best to keep the thrusts straight and measured. My eyes roll back in my head, stars explode in my vision. I bury myself deep in her ass and come.

The minute I do, she comes, too, her internal muscles quaking around my fingers. “Carlos, Carlos, Carlos…”

“Keep saying my name, mi amor. I’m the only one who’s going to make you come.”

“Yes!” Another spasm of her pussy.

I bump her ass with a few short thrusts and drop my body over hers, kissing her neck. When our breaths slow, I ease out and roll to my side, wrapping her in my arms, her back to my front. “I love you, beautiful. Love you so much.”

She covers my hands with her smaller ones. “I love you, too, Carlos. How do you say it in Spanish?”

“Te quiero. Te adoro. Te amo.”

She gives a husky laugh that has my cock hardening again. “All of that. And more.”

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Sedona

I stand by the entry to the terrace, my hand hooked around my dad’s elbow. The terrace has been transformed. The marble gleams, scrubbed clean of the blood from yesterday’s fight. Strings of lights twinkle from every banister, every tree. Round tables covered in white linen bedeck the space, and every seat is filled by the members of Carlos’ pack, and mine.

The scent of traditional foods fills the air and a long banquet table stands ready with heaps of savory meat, vegetables, fruits, and sweets. I can’t wait to try the chicken mole, which Carlos promises is the best in Mexico.

My body’s already recovered from Carlos’ delicious punishment this morning, but I feel fully claimed by him.

After we made love, he took me, Garrett, and my dad on a tour of the mountain, showing us its incredible beauty and riches and introducing us to his pack members.

My mother and Amber arrived at noon and spent this afternoon helping me prepare. Amber wove a string of seed pearls in with my hair, braiding a crown around the top of my head. The rest she curled into ringlets that hang down my back.

I miraculously fit into my mother’s wedding dress, a spaghetti strap white and silver gown with a V that plunges almost to my ass in the back and a more modest matching one pointing to my cleavage in front. Amber lent me a pair of silver strappy sandals. I feel like a princess about to become queen of a new kingdom.

The mariachi band finishes a beautiful ballad and everyone looks expectantly at Carlos, who has stepped to a raised dais in the center by the edge. He looks unbelievably handsome tonight in a tuxedo. He says something grand about me in Spanish. I don’t know the words he speaks, but the meaning isn’t lost because he stares at me with a reverence that sets my body vibrating.

His.

Every cell in my body knows it. I belong with him. To him.

He turns to the tables of Americans and says, “To say I am honored to take Sedona as my mate would be an understatement. She is my life, my light. The angel who helped me see the way to clear the oppression and corruption that’s plagued my pack. I will spend every day of our lives making up for the wrongs done to her here.” He makes a point of looking at my father, then my brother as he delivers this.

My father nods, as if he’s been waiting for this pronouncement, and he leads me in. We’re not having a real wedding ceremony the way some American wolves do. This is just a celebration of the mating that’s already taken place. Even so, Juanito, shined up in a suit, holds out a small jewelry box to Carlos and my mate takes out a ring which he slips on the tip of his index finger.

He only has eyes for me as I come toward him. My father stops in front of the raised platform and kisses my cheek. Carlos reaches for my face with both hands, and pulls my mouth up to his, slanting his lips over mine.

I moan softly into his mouth and he smiles against my lips. “I love you, my white wolf.” He picks up my hand and slides a slender gold band with three oval emeralds on my finger. “I’ll get you a real ring soon, but I wanted to give you something tonight. This was my grandmother’s.”

It’s loose, so I take it off and slide it on my middle finger, instead, where it fits.

He holds both my hands and gazes into my eyes. “Marry me.”

I laugh. “Again, I think the deed is already done. I’m wearing the ring.” I hold up my hand and wiggle my fingers.

He slides his nose over mine. “I want it all ways—legal marriage, family ceremony, moon-marked.”

I press my lips to his. “You have me. I’m in. I’m all in.”

Carlos grins and holds up our intertwined hands in a clear gesture of victory, turning to face the tables again. “I have found and claimed my mate. Please, let the feast begin!”

The mariachi strikes up and I lean into Carlos, soak up his presence, so solid and warm. So right.

“I love you, Carlos.” He already knows, but it feels important to say it now, in this moment.

He tips my face up and stares down at me without moving.

“What are you doing?”

“Memorizing this moment. I never want to forget how wonderful it feels to know you’re mine.”

I rise to my toes and stamp my lips over his. “I claim you back, black wolf. You’re as much mine as I am yours.”

A boyish grin spreads across his face. “Promise?”

THE END