Real Alphas Bite (The Alpha-Hole Duet 1)

I yanked my foot away, and my wolf yipped inside me like she was disappointed.

“There’s nothing here for you, little wolf,” he murmured with a smile.

Hendrix leaned over me, his gaze licking at my skin.

“Such a pretty little wolf,” he purred as his lips met mine. I moaned when he moved, but he just chuckled, enjoying torturing me as usual. His lips began to dance down my neck as I softly sighed at the perfect sensation. He made his way down to my chest, and he licked at both of my taut nipples before suckling them gently. I moaned as one of his hands glided through my wet heat before pushing inside of me. I needed more. I wanted more. I wanted him to fill me in only the way that he could. I couldn’t ever get enough of him.

He abruptly bit down on one of my nipples and my breath caught, the pain turning into pleasure like it always did.

Hendrix slid his fingers out of me and brought them to his lips, sucking on my arousal like it was candy. The sight just turned me on even more.

“Are you ready for me, little wolf?” he drawled, and I just nodded before dragging my hands through his hair and bringing his lips back to mine.

I was always ready for him. I would always want him.

What the fuck was that? I gasped as I came back to the present, painfully aware of how turned on I was. My nipples were hard points, my breathing was coming out in gasps, and I could feel the liquid heat in my underwear.

Hendrix inhaled, his eyes dilating as he took in the scent of my arousal. I was so confused…so turned on. What was going on?

“Still think it would be so bad to come with me? I could make all your fantasies become reality, sweet Emerysn,” he told me, his voice even more gravel-filled with his own arousal.

“Did you do that to me?” I squeaked, wanting to either hide under a rock or jump him.

He looked at me knowingly. What kind of creature was he? I could smell wolf…but there was something more too. Something spicy and exotic that made my wolf want to howl in delight and curl up around him.

“Please leave,” I begged, a tear sliding down my face in frustration that I could do nothing in this situation, nothing but beg.

“You cry so prettily,” he said, cocking his head like a predator eyeing his prey. The way he said it was strange though. It wasn’t done as an insult. It was like he was really admiring me.

I sniffed, but at least the weirdness of the comment made me stop crying.

“Last chance, little wolf. Are you going to come with me?” he asked, watching, fascinated as a stray, leftover tear dripped down my face.

“Do I actually have a choice?” I spit back.

He chuckled darkly before reaching into his coat and pulling out a syringe.

“What is that?” I asked, trying to scramble off the futon.

Hendrix caught me by my ankle, and the top half of me flopped to the ground so I was half on and half off the futon, struggling awkwardly to try and get away.

My wolf whined inside of me, finally a little bit worried about the situation we’d found ourselves in.

Hendrix sighed like I was seriously inconveniencing him. “I did try to do this the easy way, Emersyn,” he said before stabbing the syringe into my thigh while I continued to try and get away from his iron grip.

Whatever was in that thing was strong. Within what felt like just a minute, the world started to dip and swirl around me.

“My name is Syn,” I was faintly aware of saying as everything around me dimmed.

“Syn,” he murmured, picking me up from my awkward position as he stroked my hair softly…almost reverently.

And then everything went black…

* * *

Beautiful trillingclassical music was the first thing I heard as I came back to life. For a second, I just enjoyed the music. The notes floated over me, keeping me calm.

For a second.

Until everything that had happened came flashing into my head, making me very much aware of the pulsing migraine in my brain and the fact that I was currently in some type of vehicle…driving somewhere.

I opened my eyes and groaned as light from the window hit me in the face, making my headache worse.

There was a faint whirring sound, and then a black blind began to rise up from the window in front of me until the previously intense sunlight was barely visible.

I struggled to sit up and see what I was in. An oversized black sweatshirt had been put on me while I was out, and I was grateful for the extra coverage. I was expecting to find myself in the back of some sort of white van with my hands tied behind my back, but clearly, that wasn’t the case. My hands were obviously free in front of me, and there was rich leather all around me.

Rich leather and him.

Hendrix was lounging to the right of me, a tablet in his lap that he was studying closely, although somehow, I knew that Hendrix was very much aware of everything that I was doing at the moment. I got the feeling he didn’t miss very much.

We were in what could only be some kind of limo. I hadn’t ever been in one or even seen one other than in movies or on tv shows, but the fact that the interior of the vehicle could easily hold ten people made it pretty probable.

“I thought it would be easier for you to sleep in a bigger space,” commented Hendrix as I continued to study the black leather seats and the three large tv screens that were showing what looked like a constant stream of stock updates.

It took me a minute to absorb what he’d said. He’d snuck into my loft, given me some kind of wet fantasy, injected me with a drug, and then kidnapped me…and he’d wanted me to be comfortable?

I would have laughed at the ridiculousness of it all if my head hadn’t hurt so bad.

“Here,” he said, and I looked over to see him holding some red pills in his hand. "Painkiller,” he said with a smirk that would have been sexy…if he hadn’t just drugged and kidnapped me.

“I’m not taking anything from you,” I said, before letting out a moan and dropping my face into my hands from the pain.

Hendrix sighed like he seemed to do quite often around me. “Syn,” he said patiently.

Something fluttered inside of me at the nickname. The memory of me telling him to call me that as I was fading into fucking oblivion hit me, and I huffed and turned my head to look at him like a petulant child.

I thought I saw the ghost of a smirk, but it disappeared before I could be sure. He took a bottle of water from next to him and popped one of the red pills into his mouth before swallowing it elegantly down with water.

How did the guy make drinking water look like an art form?