#Chapter 6 – Beg me for it.

Bernice’s POV Landry’s cock was buried in me. The knocking outside the conference door, caused my entire body to freeze. I looked up at Landry, whose brows were furrowed together as the Alpha outside the door spoke. “What is it? You can speak to me from where you are,” Landry says loud enough for the Alpha to hear him. My eyes widen and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. I thought the interruption of the Alpha would have saved me, but it appeared to be a game to the Alpha King. He was more determined to torment me than he was before. He began to thrust himself harder into me and I had to hold onto the table for leverage as his massive cock filled me. Having sex with Alpha King Landry. I would never have believed it a month ago. But it happened. Or happening, rather… Is this fate? Oh, goddess… could he be my antidote? No. I couldn’t give into him. Not like this. It was just too humiliating. “Stop crying, Bernice. It’s not like you’re being tortured.” Julia laughed in my head. “He is our Alpha. This is inappropriate. I never wanted him to see me like this…” “See you like what? Ripe and supple? He can’t get enough of you. Let him fuck you,” Julia said with another laugh. “I’ve worked too hard to get to where I am now. I fought alongside his side for years and proved myself countless times in combat. We have worked hard to maintain peace in our territory. We’ve always had this common vision that binds us firmly; we were always on the same side. Why couldn’t he torture me in a way that he tortures our enemies if he thinks I’m a spy? Why does it have to be… this…?” “Clearly this is torture for you,” Julia says with a sigh. “I just hope you can still speak eloquently when your adultery in the conference room is broken.” “I will,” I say firmly to my wolf. “And also, this isn’t adultery.” “Right. This tight camaraderie between your clit and his cock.” My mind was brought back to the conference room when I heard the Alpha on the other side of the door speaking. “No, I think it’s best to fight the vampires on the northern frontier.” Landry smirked, running his fingers up and down my hot, wet body. I squirmed, my back arched, and my nipples perky in the cool air. Landry leaned forward and bit at one of my nipples, smirking at the full-body shudder that runs through me at the pleasurable pain he inflicted. “The northern border is fine,” Landry says, sounding unaffected by what we were doing. “How many troops should we send, Alpha?” A small moan escaped my lips before I could stop it as he deepened his penetration. I saw a twinkle of something in his eyes that I didn’t recognize. The corner of Landry’s mouth cured into a sexy arch; I know he appreciates my embarrassment. “Probably around thirty,” Landry’s voice was deep and sweet. It was such a strenuous exercise and yet he wasn’t even out of breath. He pushed his thick, calloused fingers up and down me, and I wriggled where he held me. Landry POV “Ah!” Bernice yelled out through her stuffed mouth as Landry quickens his pace. He enjoyed having the fake Alpha laid out before him in all her glory. “Alpha King? Is everything all right?” Asked the Alpha on the other side of the door. “Leave,” Landry ordered the Alpha, trying to keep the breathlessness out of his tone. He just knew Bernice was near her climax. Her body was radiating, and the scent of strawberry milk was beginning to fill his senses. It would only be a matter of time before the Alpha outside the door could smell it too. “Are you sure -- -- “I said leave!” Landry ordered again, his voice booming with the authority of an Alpha. “Yes sir,” the Alpha said immediately. “I will send my troops to the northern region right away.” Landry heard the footsteps of the Alpha getting further away. Alone at last. His sole focus was on the writhing she-wolf laid out on the table like a gift. He pants and breaths heavily, eyes locked on the tears on her face and the mess she was making over his cock. Damn! If she really was a spy as he suspected, she was good at it. Landry would be trapped in an instant due to her seduction, her irresistible scent and feel and taste. He would fall for it easily! “I want you to beg me for it.” His voice is little more than a growl and Bernice shakes where he holds her down. He ducked his head so she can feel his breath and he spoke directly into her ear. “Tell me you want it, you slut.” Bernice’s body trembled uncontrollably as more tears filled her eyes. This caused Landry to grin with satisfaction. He pulls out of her and continues to pleasure her with his fingers. He wanted to watch her cum. He fingered her harshly; thrusting his fingers in and out of her core while using his thumb to rub circles around her throbbing clit. Her legs are spread open wantonly, her cunt shiny with her own juices, and Landry pushes harder, more brutally, with no mercy until she climaxed with a stifled moan. Her back arched on the table, and her cunt sprayed her juices all over Landry’s hand, the scent was intoxicating. “Bite her!!! Mark her as ours!” His wolf, Amon, roars within him. Landry lets out a low growl from the deep of his throat, smirking when she shudders at the sound. He almost sinks his teeth into her, claiming her as his own, before he was able to wrestle his wolf back down. “No,” Landry says in return to his wolf. “Not yet. I need to figure out what secrets she is hiding first. Then, and only then, will I claim her.” Bernice, laying limp on the table, remained uncooperative. Landry pulled the panties from her mouth, intending to pressure her with more questions, and perhaps his cock, when he realizes suddenly that something was wrong. She was radiating warmth like a furnace, and Landry knew she was not in heat this time. Her heat should have passed after her climax. It is then that he notices it. A wound on her back he hadn’t seen in his rush to strip her and torture her. It is infected, she was clearly septic. Landry has seen his fair share of war wounds and war bruises. From the last battle, he has his own few injuries, but Bernice’s injuries appeared worse. She was pale and shaking, and her wound was very infected. How did it get this bad? Landry asks himself. Her wolf should have healed her by now. This type of wound could have killed her if it remained untreated. How did she manage to survive this long? How had he not noticed that she was in this kind of pain? “I will call a witch-doctor,” he tells her. “And get you fixed. You can pay me back later.” To his shock, Bernice grabbed him and shook her head quickly. “No! I don’t need a doctor. Don’t… don’t call a doctor.”