His to Play With (The Alpha Shifter Collection)

“Good girl. I’m alone because my pack kicked me out. They hated to have a man stronger than their alpha. I was punished for being an alpha and completely not related to the pack. They expelled me.”

Chapter Three

“They expelled me.”

The words kept going around Holly’s head the following morning. Was that why he was alone? The one pack that was supposed to love him had pushed him aside? Why? He was an alpha, there was no denying that. She felt the energy pouring off him in waves. Even her father struggled to stand toe to toe with him. The other night when her father came for her, she’d felt the tremor in his hands.

Damon was … powerful.

Why didn’t he have a pack of his own?

It made no sense. He was strong enough to have an army of men and women. Damon had been blessed with good looks, and well, his cock certainly wasn’t something to mock or pity.

Holly had seen many a naked man in her pack, but none of them matched up to Damon. Nakedness was very common in her pack. They didn’t hide from nature. She rubbed at her temple as she stared out across his garden. The rain fell thick and fast.

An overcast and miserable day, but the air was full of refreshing scents. She always loved the rain and storms. Her parents had often gotten pissed because she’d leave the house in the middle of the night to go and stand in them.

Wrapping her arms around her knees, she stayed on the back stone steps, admiring the view.

“What are you doing out here?” Damon asked, invading her thoughts.

She turned to find the man himself dressed in a business suit. He constantly wore black slacks and a crisp white shirt.

“Nothing.”

“You’re bored?”

“No. I like watching the rain.”

Damon confused her. He demanded she stay to use her, to fuck her. To treat her as his own personal fuck toy and yet, nothing. He hadn’t done anything other than lick her pussy and last night, sucking his cock, she’d been there willingly. This drove her crazy. She hadn’t been forced at any point.

This man was a horrible human being. He had no compassion and demanded payment for everything. He owned her body. Sure, the decision had been between a rock and a hard place, but it hadn’t exactly been difficult for her.

“What’s to like?”

“I always have, even as a kid. I love being in it.”

“Then why aren’t you?”

He was so close. The masculine scent assaulted her, making her mouth water. She got to her feet, stepping out into the rain.

She spread her arms out wide, spinning in a circle, letting out a whoop. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back, drowning herself in water. It felt so good. She didn’t want it to stop.

After seconds passed and the rain continued to pour, she heard movement and expected Damon to have left, bored.

Opening her eyes, she turned to find him walking toward her with purpose. She stayed perfectly still, not sure what he was doing.

He reached her, banded an arm around her waist, then sank his hand into her hair and slammed his lips down on hers.

She moaned but didn’t kiss him back. This was their first kiss. She’d been with him two weeks, and this was their first official kiss. With her hands at her sides, she wasn’t sure what to do.

“Kiss me back,” he said, seeming to know the answer to all of life’s important questions.

She tentatively pressed against him, her tongue sliding out to touch his. It was all the invitation he needed as he plundered her mouth, deepening the kiss. He swallowed down her whimper.

As suddenly as the kiss started, Damon released her, but he didn’t go far. His hands went to her shirt and Holly found herself tugging at his expensive business suit. Buttons sprayed, fabric tore under their combined need.

Within seconds, Damon had her on the sodden ground, the smell of the earth surrounding them.

His hard cock pressed against her core, and she gasped, tensing up. Holly didn’t know when they’d gone from kissing to him about to take her.

In slow motion, he pressed one hand to the ground beside her head, reaching between them. The hard tip of his cock slid between her slit, bumping her clit. Instant pleasure hit her, only for her to freeze as he slid the tip down, going to her entrance.

She hadn’t told him she was a virgin.

Ever since she turned eighteen, she’d seen lots of sex, knew all about it, but never took a mate or a male. No one had ever even talked to her the way Damon did, let alone slept with her.

In one hard thrust, Holly knew it was going to hurt, what she didn’t realize was exactly how painful. She screamed, digging her nails against his shoulders, trying to push him away.