The Alpha's Nanny

Reaching up, she cupped his cheek. “I’m ready.”

And she was. Regardless of the pain. The only person she wanted was right here.

He slammed in deep, tearing through her thin wall of innocent flesh, taking possession of her virginity as he sank inside her. Every inch of him filling her up, making her aware she had asked for this, wanted it.

The pain intensified.

The moment he was seated at the hilt within her, he stopped moving, holding himself perfectly still as she pulsed around him.

Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at him.

“I know it hurts.”

“I didn’t expect it to hurt that much.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” He kissed her cheek. He didn’t move.

The pain was minimal and she waited. As she stared up at the ceiling, the tears subsided, and she ran her hands down his back.

“Just wait.”

She’d read a lot on a woman’s first time, and she knew it wasn’t going to be great. She kissed him. Holding on to the base of his neck, she kissed him hard and started to thrust up to meet him, wanting him, craving this moment, even with pain. She didn’t want him to stop.

“Fuck, Winter. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

She didn’t have a clue, but right now, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel.

He pulled out and slammed back inside. She whimpered but didn’t stop, lifting herself up, wanting him. He grabbed her hands, pinning them above the bed, and collapsed against her so she couldn’t move.

She was no match for his strength. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m the one in charge. I want you to enjoy this.”

“I don’t think I will.”

“You will.” He put her hands around the bars of his bed. “Hold on to them and don’t let go.”

She rolled her eyes and did as he asked, holding on to the bed. The tips of his fingers ran down her body, making her gasp as he stroked over her nipples then down to her waist. She closed her eyes, feeling the tug in her stomach as he pinched her nipples again.

With his cock still deep inside her, she opened her eyes as she felt his fingers between her slit.

“You’re going to come with my dick deep inside this pretty pussy.”

She didn’t think it was possible, but he didn’t rush. He stroked her clit. Taking his sweet time, making her ache.

The first stirrings of another orgasm took her completely by surprise as she came hard at his command. This time, he took over and started to rock within her. The pleasure intensified as her orgasm started to ebb away. The pain morphed into an intense pleasure and as he came, she felt the flood of his release as he filled her pussy.

She’d done it. She had sex with her captor?

“Can I let go of the bed now?” she asked.

“Yes.” He’d collapsed over her and she made no move to shift him, liking the feel of his weight surrounding her. Running her hands up and down his body, she closed her eyes. It had been a long night and she felt incredibly heavy.

He lifted up and she smiled at him.

“You’re not a virgin anymore.”

“I know.”

“You know I won’t let you go now.”

“I know. You’ll kill me first.”

“You need to stop this crap about my killing you. It’s not going to happen.”

She stifled a yawn and he sighed.

“I’ll clean you up.”

She didn’t know what he meant by that. Winter watched him as he walked into the bathroom. The curve of his ass, and at his hip, she noticed a birthmark shaped like a half-moon.

He returned seconds later, carrying a cloth, and she was too tired to care as he cleaned between her thighs. He took care of her.

In the morning, she had no doubt the harsh reality of what she’d done would appear and she’d have no choice but to deal with it. Until then, she was going to enjoy the short sense of freedom in giving herself to a man she really was attracted to and wanted more than anything.

Rocko wouldn’t remain hers. There was no future here.

He wouldn’t be the love of her life any more than he’d be hers. She wouldn’t allow herself to think about the pain of what that meant.

Finally, sleep claimed her.

Chapter Seven

One week later

Winter had done everything to avoid him. Daphne was safe and well. The fever had broken at the hospital and they’d been happy enough with her recovery for them to take her home. Winter had snuck out of his bed the morning after their first time, and he’d been awake. He hadn’t stopped her and now as he brought the axe back down on more wood, he was pissed off at himself for not stopping her.

In the past week, he’d had to deal with his pack. His men weren’t happy with him taking care of a human baby or having one as a nanny. They wanted Winter out of his home, but he’d told them he’d made the decision as the alpha, and they were not to interfere. He didn’t give a fuck if they were happy or not. It wasn’t like his decision had resulted in any long-term happiness for him, fucking far from it.