The Alpha's Property

*** Aiden ***

Amber and Preston have not been back to my apartment, and I do not know whether to be even more annoyed than I was or relieved that at least I will not have to listen to them frolicking. I just feel so restless and agitated tonight and my wolf, Roman, is also on edge. What’s wrong, boy? I ask him but he is confused and cannot answer me.

I have several car showrooms. For the last five years we have been expanding into the human territory and I am due to visit one of the newer ones today. Once I am showered and dressed, I wait for Beta Preston to come for the morning meeting before making my way to the car showroom. Hopefully, I will be done there by 10.30am.

Beta Preston does not turn up and I mindlink him and Amber and tell them to get into my office and my sister has the gall to growl at me. Kind of busy here Aidy, we are pulling sickies until my heat is done. I know she is trying to punish me for hitting Preston yesterday and in the cold light of day I know I am being unreasonable. But I do not get it: they are destined for each other so why do they both resist it?

I summon Gamma Ellis again and I feel like I am taking an excitable puppy with me. I think he might be too young for the big responsibility that will come as soon as the Moon Goddess blesses me with my mate. I am not sure he is the right boy for the job.

I take my Range Rover. The customers always appreciate overpriced eye candy, though I would prefer to run in my wolf form any day.

As I am driving, a security alert comes through. “A vehicle belonging to Salma Morales has been parked outside the showroom for twenty minutes. A male has fled on foot, but a female remains inside. It looks like she is crying.”

There are extra contingents on their way, I am only a couple of minutes away, so I go directly there and jump out at the front of the showroom and leave Ellis to park my car. I go straight into the back office.

“Alpha, Alpha.” They all stop and bow when they see me.

“Get out of my way and show me the CCTV, we can do pleasantries when the Spanish Mafia isn’t staking us out.”

The grainy image on the screen shows a small woman who appears to be fixing her makeup in the rear-view mirror, probably to hide the fact she has just spent twenty minutes crying. My wolf starts to whine, and I wonder if  this is the reason why he has been restless? Maybe he could sense there was going to be an attack?

I watch as the woman gets out of the car; she looks tiny. Go to her, go now, Roman instructs me and I have got to admit I want to go to this petite goddess. I want to know who she is and what her name is and why she is here.

Go NOW! We will miss her. Roman is trying to take control. I manage to force him back down but to appease him and myself, I go back into the showroom. As I smell her, the most delicious smell of orange blossom floods my senses and I feel like I float towards her. Roman purrs in satisfaction and it is almost like an out of body experience. I am watching myself run to her.

It's her, she is finally here for us! Roman knows who she is, but I’m still clueless.

Help me out here buddy, who is she? I decide to ask if we’ve met before, but she timidly says no, she is here to lease a car, she has an appointment.

Roman starts to howl: Mate! At last, it’s our mate!

Wow, my fated mate is a tiny human girl. A beautiful and tantalisingly intriguing human.

“You are so beautiful, you are mine!” I go to kiss her and get the shock of my life when she slaps me across the face.

“No, I am fucking not, I belong to no one.”

*** Amber ***

It’s one thing to get cock-blocked by my big brother, I can understand and accept that on some level, but getting cock-blocked by Salma fucking Morales, the Spanish Don’s daughter, is beyond a joke.

I’m kneeling in the middle of Preston’s double bed where he had just lifted me back up, lifting my ass high up in the air and exposing my weeping goods to him. He smacks my bare ass with his large, rough hand, and I feel the tingles rush from where his hand makes contact directly to my feminine core, resulting in a strong, loud moan from me. “Tell me what you want, Amber, or I’ll leave you hanging all day. Your pussy is getting fuck all from me until you open your pretty mouth and tell me.”

He best shut his mouth and screw me so hard he rearranges my guts for me. “Fine, I’ll find someone else with a big cock to come and fill me up, I’m not fussy.” My words have the desired effect; in a moment of weakness and insecurity, Preston lays claim to me by thrusting into my wet and wanting hole and it’s exactly what I needed.

Our skin slapping together is like a talisman, our own beat to work with. “Tell me Amber, do you really think any other man is going to make you feel like I make you feel? Do you think there is any man out there who can give you exactly what you want and need?”

He leans down, not wavering in his pace and presses two fingers to my throbbing bundle of nerves. The first trembles of my orgasm start to build until Preston removes his fingers.

“Oh no you don’t. Tell me, Amber, or I warn you now, I will tease you all day long and I will make sure you do not cum until you admit I am the only man who can make you feel this way.” Fuck, he is sexy as hell when he is all macho and demanding like that, but I’ll never give in to him and his demands, who does he think he is? And more importantly, who does he think I am? No man owns me. I will never give any man that power.

“Fine, I’ll sort myself out.” I roll away from him and grab my vibrator out of my bag. I will finish the job myself and then hot foot it home.

“Get back here now!” He growls low at me, so I shake my head at him and press the buzzing phallus to my sensitive bud. “That orgasm belongs to me, Amber, get back here now, let me finish the job. I won’t make you say anything.”

I continue to shake my head at him as the tension builds throughout my core. Self-service is nowhere near as good as the real thing but this is a lesson to Preston. I am the boss and he better not forget it.

We might be fated mates, but I will be damned if I turn into a whimpering fair maiden. I am the daughter of Alpha John Goldrick and the Sister of Alpha Aiden Goldrick; there is Alpha blood pumping through my veins and I would rather die a thousand deaths than depend on a man.

I ensure when I cum that I moan long and hard. I can tell Preston is angry, but right now I do not care. “I am here with you because I thought you understood. I can do this without you, or you can have some fun with me, but don’t fucking dare demand things from me, Preston. I am my own person and I will not bow down to you because some draconian phenomenon says so.”

He raises his eyebrows at me. I start to get dressed but my body is ravaged by the discomfort of my heat. “Come here. Now, Amber!” I continue to ignore him, but I end up curled up on my side in agony.

“For fucks sake, let me help you, why do you always have to push me away? Fine, we are nothing more than fuck buddies. Goddess you infuriate me, Amber. Now let me help.”

I relent; I kid myself that it is just because of my heat. I do not need Preston or any other man for that matter, but a nice pummelling from behind, well that is just one friend helping another out.

We get back to kneeling. “Like this?” he asks quietly and I nod my agreement to him. He lines his thick shaft up to my wanting hole and starts to press into me. He thrusts two or three times before the alert sounds all over the pack house.

“Spanish Mafia spotted casing the western car showroom. The Alpha is on site and requires immediate assistance.”

Preston leaves me hanging and by the time I have sat down he has his pants and shoes on and is pulling a t-shirt on. “Come on, Amber, we’ve got to go, NOW!”

I quickly throw my clothes on, all the while cursing Salma Morales for ruining my sex life. The stupid bitch!