Alpha's Virgin Pup (Puppyville Pack, #2) (2 page)

But hey, as my mother likes to say—big risks and big rewards, except I’m risking it all and sailing on unchartered waters.

“Bobby.” The word carries through the wind. Brick’s voice is like deep honey.

In my head I imagine Brick saying my name...except all six-feet of solid muscle and manly flesh of Brick is standing backstage. Other pack members and even volunteers sneak glances at Brick then at me. No doubt wondering if Brick lost his mind. I don’t blame them. I’m wondering that myself.

How did he get here so fast?

Brick crosses his arms over the sleek brown and inked planes of his bare chest, and I can’t stop staring at the way his triceps and biceps bulge and flex. I can imagine the raw strength in them, the absolute power and certainty there when he holds my body captive.

His gaze catches mine. Even before Brick touches me, I’m already his. For some reason, I flush. It feels like Brick is taking inventory, eyeing me from top to bottom. I’m suddenly scared he decides he doesn’t like what he sees, that he’ll demand a refund.

“Don’t make me come over there and leash you up, pup. Hurry up, because I don’t like other people gawking at what’s mine,” Brick practically growls out.

Mine.
Jesus Christ, how can one word feel like a sudden shot of adrenaline? I feel slightly dizzy. High on drugs or alcohol, and it takes a large dosage for a shifter to feel the effects of those.

“Don’t make him wait,” Blue says by my ear. “Don’t let him bully you either.”

“Blue Barker. Get your hands off my property,” Brick’s voice is deadly. Frustratingly possessive and it’s a thousand shades wrong I’m so damned turned on.

“I’m not your property,” I spat. Shock enters me a second later. Who the hell is this gutsy little pup?

Brick takes long and fast strides and he now looms above me like some kind of colossal shadow. I gulp. I’m terrified. Petrified, but in a good way. Brick bands one hand over my waist, pulling me close. I don’t resist. Hell, I’m up for this dance. The calluses of his palms scrape against my skin; his nails deliciously digging into my flesh, on the verge of breaking skin, except Brick is careful. Brick’s the alpha. His control over his wolf is the best, so I know he’s teasing. Testing.

“Say that again,” Brick says. He runs one hand down my spine and I shiver. Unlike the way he grabbed me earlier, his touch is gentle and curious.

“I can’t. I’m yours for today,” I whisper.

Brick takes that as my consent, because he finally does what I’ve been dreaming of for ages. In the dark sanctuary of my room when I fantasize about Brick every night, there are no watchers—only me and my overactive imagination. Out there in the public beach, everyone’s watching.

In the present, a thrill creeps down my spine. Our bodies finally touch. Brick’s hardness crushes my lean and skinny frame. I can feel his erection pressing against his beach shorts. Brick no doubt can feel my own hard-on tucked in my tiny g-string, eager and steadily thickening at a simple touch.

In my daydreams, I imagine how it’s like kissing Brick. He’s fire, I think, except the real Brick isn’t close to dream Brick. He’s intense heat, incinerating everything in its mouth. The taste of Brick floods down my throat. Brick nips and sucks, and I respond with equal passion. For a moment, it’s a tangle of tongues and teeth. Brick tightens his grip and I give in, like I know I would. He deepens his kiss, and I suck down on his tongue. I can sense his surprise, but that doesn’t dampen the mood.

When he releases me, my lips are swollen. I know my eyes are glazed, and I hope he gets the message.
Take me. Send me flying. Make me yours. Mate me. Love me.

Of course I don’t say those words. If Brick hears them, he’ll be the first one out the door. Today, I’m only an expensive conquest.

“We’re getting the fuck out of here.” No questions. Brick dictates firm commands.

My mind finally works again. “I need to get my clothes.”

Brick growls impatiently. “Don’t keep me waiting. I’m not a patient guy.”

Brick doesn’t step aside or wait. Instead, I feel his presence right behind me, shadowing my movements. Man, is this guy one possessive bastard, but I suppose if I lost fifteen thousand in an auction, I would be too.

I forget where I store my clothes, but Blue once again comes to the rescue. He pushes my jeans and my backpack in my arms.

“I stuffed your phone, keys, and other things inside. I hope you don’t mind,” Blue says.

“Thanks, pal. You’re a Godsend.”

To my shock, Blue lifts his chin to glare at our alpha. “Bobby’s the best guy I know. So you better not break his heart.”

Brick snarls. Trig’s there, tugging Blue aside. Thank God, because Brick could easily take Blue apart. Like me, Blue’s a mediocre werewolf not high in the pack hierarchy, a submissive as opposed to a dominant wolf. No, not all of us are in the alternative lifestyle. It’s just how we call it. Most shifter relationships are D/s, because power struggles are unavoidable, just like the beasts we share half our souls with.

“I take care of me and mine,” Brick points out.

“I know. You’re a good leader, Alpha, but you’re a terrible lover,” Blue points out.

“Blue, that’s enough. Sorry, Brick,” Trig says. “Ignore Blue. Have fun.”

“I will. Keep your pup leashed,” Brick says in a disapproving voice, except I know Blue and Trig aren’t together like that.

I put on my shirt and haul up my Bermudas. Brick closes his hand over my wrist just as I slid my feet into my beach flip flops.

“I’m done waiting.”

“Okay.” Okay? At this rate, Brick’s going to think I’m incapable of forming full sentences. I take a deep breath. “Lead on.”

Brick leads us to the car park and to his old pickup. Before I get in, he says, “You’ve never done anything like this before, haven’t you?”

Like anything crazy or wild? No. But his words rankled. “Well I—”

“And don’t bother lying. I’ll smell it on you.”

“Fine. It’s true. I’m not the reckless impulsive guy. Does that change your mind?” I demand.

It feels like Brick is measuring me again, stripping away another layer of my bravado. Alarm bells ring in my head. Why does it feel like Brick’s capable of laying me bare, both inside and out?

“I paid in full. I ain’t changing my mind, but I want to know why you did it. You dying or something?”

“Are you kidding me?” I suddenly blurt out.

“Explain it to me then.”

“I did it so you’ll finally see me. Before this little display, you didn’t even know I existed, Brick.” The words tumble out of me in a rush, but I think Brick understands the gist of them. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I can breathe easy, knowing I’m holding nothing back.

Your move, alpha.

For the next couple of seconds, Brick doesn’t speak, doesn’t move his gaze away from mine. He’s intimidating, but I’m glad there’s a bit of distance between us. I don’t like the way Brick affects me, but I’m drawn to him all the same. I wish he tells me to go home. I want him to say something.
Anything.

Sweat rolls down my bare back. The air smells of salt, sea, and summer, but I’m tired of playing in the sun. I want Brick to take my hand and pull me to the dark. Finally get the quick and dirty on.

Eventually, Brick breaks the silence.

“I’m looking at you now, Bobby Roy,” Brick says carefully. Jesus, his honeyed voice sends tingles up my arms.

“Do you like what you see?” I dare ask.

Brick snorts. “Why did you think I bought you? You’re my property for the next few hours, Bobby. I don’t even need to ask because the way you’re hot little body’s reacting to me, I know you’ll be a good pup. You’ll take whatever I give you, right?”

“Oh yeah.” I shiver, and there’s a cruel knowing tilt to Brick’s lips.

“Yeah, just like that. I fucking love how you’re so responsive. Now get in the truck.”

I got in. Buckle my seat belt when Brick tells me to, and the truck’s in motion.

“Tell me about yourself,” Brick begins.

I blink, unable to hide my surprise. Men who brought other men home for a quickie didn’t bother asking personal questions, did they? “Seriously?”

Brick frowns. “What? You just want a quick roll in the hay? I can do that too, but I figure, what’s the harm?”

“Well...” I begin talking, and before long, I forget being nervous around Brick.

I tell Brick things I’ve never told my ex-boyfriends before.

How I got the bite, and how my family threw me out after. How I was so scared moving away from my hometown to Puppyville. How I found a job at the Humans and Shifters Coalition center, help humans adjust to us supernaturals.

Basically, I unload everything. The narrative of my life in a nutshell After, I almost freak out. Brick has an uncanny ability to listen, never interrupting. He doesn’t mind me asking him questions either. It almost feels like a first date, but in the back of our minds, we know I’m his merchandise for the day.

It’s kind of erotic, thinking about it like that.

“You hungry?” Brick asks.

I’m about to say no, but my stomach growls. He chuckles.

“Italian good, or are you one of those vegetarian types?”

“Dude, I’m a werewolf.”

Brick shrugs. “We have a couple of plant eaters in the pack. No judgment there. To each his own, right?”

“Right.” I agree.

I know Brick—at least from afar. Watching from the fringes though, I realize I don’t know Brick at all. Brick’s bad ass and intimidating on the outside. Townsfolk hear stories about him. Exaggerated rumors the pack doesn’t bother putting out, because we need to maintain a reputation. Again, it’s good PR. At the same time, it’s a warning to other outsiders not to mess with us, because Puppyville is our town.

Brick takes me out to a late lunch.  He discards the alpha mask, and I begin seeing the person underneath and—I swear to God, that’s worse. Because now, if Brick decides this is a onetime thing between us, I won’t be able to blame him for being a cruel and unfeeling dick.

After finishing off lunch, we head back to Brick’s place. His apartment’s is right above the garage he runs. Usually, employees, other pack members, are busy working on cars, but today’s the auction. The garage is closed for the day, and the privacy is a relief.

We pass by the workshop, the employee break room and a locked door that has a ‘Keep Out, Boss’ Place’ sign on it. This is a sealed off area most of the wolves, including me, have never been in before.

Brick’s personal space.
Well, with the exception of the lovers Brick brings back. The thought fills me with unwarranted jealousy, but I take easy breaths and let it go. I don’t want to be petty. Spoiling this is the last thing I want to do.

The apartment’s furnished minimally, and much cleaner than I expected for a bachelor’s pad. I pretend to take a quick look around the studio apartment, although there’s not much to see. There’s a tiny kitchen, a living room, but my eye automatically zoom in on the king-sized—no, orgy-sized bed.
Man, look at the size of that thing.

“You like having pajama parties, huh?” The words slip out, before I can stop myself. 

“Pajama? Is that a polite word for ménages in your dictionary?” Brick asks. He sounds amused, and it annoys the hell out of me. It’s my voluntary ass on the line here.

I cross my arms, and refuse to give anything else away. Brick closes the distance between us, taking away my ability to think. I swallow, aware of the heat of skin, of his wolf reaching for mine, eager to make sparks.

“Getting jealous, pup?”

“I know. It’s stupid. I don’t have the right, because I’m just your disposable toy for a couple of hours.”

My words trigger something inside Brick. He growls, and the sound sends a chill down my spine. He tilts my chin, and I’m unable to look away from his intense yellow gaze.

“Don’t ever let me hear you call yourself a disposable toy again,” he practically snarls out. Brick grits his teeth, and I have a feeling he’s reeling in his temper. “For your information, I never bring anyone to my pad. We go elsewhere. A motel. The back of a bar, anywhere but here.”

For some reason, hearing those words make me indescribably happy. It occurs to me Brick might be lying, but I doubt it. What would Brick gain by lying? It’s not like I’m such a hot catch, just another fish in the wide ocean.

“Oh. Then I’m sorry. I don’t know why I’m reacting like this,” I mumble.

I’m lying outright, because I know why Brick’s able to reel out all these emotions from me. Brick’s my mate, the other half of my soul, and no matter how he’ll fight to deny it, both his wolf and mine know it.

“You’re lying,” Brick says. He frowns and his eyes narrow. “I hate liars the most, Bobby Roy.”

I need to act fast, or risk losing him, so I daringly press my palm over Brick’s chest. His heart beats steadily, but his breathing changes slightly as I touch his defined pectorals, the brickwork of his abs and finally settle on my prize. I squeeze at Brick’s hard-on through the thin fabric of his shorts. Brick mimics the gesture, and we both groan in unison.

“My body and cock’s not lying. I want you Brick, if you’d have me.”

“Bobby, you’re an adult, but you can’t give away your virginity to some random stranger. I’m not going to ask you again. Once you take this path, there’s no going back, you understand?” Brick asks. His tone is dead serious, even though I could practically smell his palpable need to dominate and take me.

“You’re not a stranger, Brick, and you aren’t just my alpha either. I’ve been saving myself for the right man, and that’s you.”

Brick lets out a pleased and surprised growl. “Then it’s settled. Tell me how badly you want me, Bobby.”

“Please, Brick. Make love to me.”
Oh God. Make love to me?
Brick’s going to freak, except he doesn’t. He makes his move and our hands began fumbling for each other. I sigh as we take turns peeling away our clothes until we’re both standing naked. Brick hungrily touches every each of me, and leaves my skin heated and greedy for more.

I tiptoe, gasp his shoulders, and kiss him. Brick doesn’t pull away, and the last of my insecurities dissipate. Like our first kiss at the beach, Brick doesn’t do gentle. He plunders and takes, like a man utterly confident of his conquest. When he releases my lips, I moan into his mouth, but he’s not done. Brick nips playfully at my bottom lip, before slipping his tongue in. I suck down on it, then feel his delicious rough hands sliding down my waist to cup and squeeze my ass.