Shifters Gone Alpha (38 page)

“DON”T YOU DARE!” I pull out quickly as I know Jallen is stubborn.

“Oh pleaseeee!” She yells, but I step aside looking at her.

“You are not being obedient, what’s my rule?” I ask.

“AHHH, PLEASEE!”

“FUCKING TELL ME MY RULE!”

Her eyes get big and then she goes to lift her body as my head tilts to the side in disbelief. She knows if she leaves that position, she will not cum. Jallen’s head goes down and a low whimper leaves her mouth. This is something she does, but she knows I will not make a move until she tells me the rule. I walk over and sit on another chair with my legs relaxed and open so she can see how hard my cock is, and to let her know this is what she’s missing by not speaking.

“I...I can’t cum until you say I can.” She whimpers out her mouth.

“Yes, you know my rules, now it’s my decision if you should be allowed to cum.”

“I’m sorry, I promise, please …I promise.”

Standing, I walk over to her and before I’m behind her again, she sticks her ass out further for me.

“Patience is truly a virtue, Jallen.” I say.

Slipping right back in, I pick up where I left off. My body goes into overdrive. She almost falls over from the punishment of my thrusts. Her moans of pleasure inform me that she has no complaints.

“NOW!” I yell and she explodes. Her juices shoot onto my thighs, running down her legs and her body is shivering. Usually, I could have released, but my thoughts are elsewhere; seeing her get a nice release is enough for me. After she regains her composure, she turns and falls to her knees. Placing my still very erect cock in her mouth she begins to suck. Jallen is supposed to ask permission to do this, but because her mouth feels so good, I don’t stop her.

She gives me my release quickly and it feels amazing. Normally, I would get food and let her sleep, but today I’m offering sleep only.

Bending down, I gently lift her from the floor and place her in my bed. Soon she is sleeping with a smile on her face. I walk back to the chair to sit, and think about this two week demand I have hanging over my head, but my thoughts only serve to further raise my curiosity of who this female could be that my mother feels the need to protect me from.

The next morning, Jallen is already gone before day comes again. Needing to get answers, I decide to return home, maybe to see Tika and find out what she knows.

I reach the castle and walking to my room, I come upon Beauka with Showken and Marilyn’s Young, Showlyn. He is a busy little dragon.

“Sister, they trust you with Showlyn?” I ask, bending to give her a kiss on her cheek.

She smiles at me and we both look as Showlyn gets down on all fours and pretends to pounce on something.

“Yes, he’s safe with me, but the way he wants to hunt, I think the animals outside are in trouble.”

“I agree.” I say, rubbing my hand in his hair.

“No!”

“No? Wow.” I say, smiling and shaking my head.

“I hear things.” Beauka says.

“What do you hear, sister?”

“I hear you are marrying your toy. Why?” She asks, never looking in my eyes.

“I’m not marrying anyone, including my toy.” I love my sister and many don’t give her enough credit.

“Brother, our mother is fearful. I haven’t seen her this nervous since Draken fell in love with Cess.”

“I’m not in love.”

“Yet.”

“That’s just it. Love is for my other brothers. I’m happy with my life.”

Beauka just looks at me and nods. She then continues with Showlyn, and I move on towards my room. Word is traveling through the castle that I’m going to have a Wella. The Queen can’t do this and I won’t allow this type of manipulation. There is another person who may know more.

I leave the castle and go straight to Tika’s home. She, along with her family are having a celebration. The closer I get, the music and laughter becomes louder. This could only mean that she already knows. Walking inside her home without knocking, I’m greeted with smiles and bows. Finally I see her and without saying one word, she stands. She’s looks visibly nervous. Then I speak.

“Celebration for?” I ask, with a low growl.

She looks at her parents and back at me, then she tries to speak, but her father interrupts her.

“Yes, we are having a pre-celebration for our daughter becoming a Wella to you, Prince Domlen.” Her father says proudly.

“There’s a mistake, Tika. You and I need to talk.”

“Of course.” She says just above a whisper. She walks toward me and we both walk outside. We continue to walk but without speaking for a few minutes, and then I turn and look at her.

“Speak.” I command.

“Domlen, I had no idea until I made it home.”

“Why didn’t you say no?” I ask.

The look on her face is confusion. She knows that having a Wella is not what I want. Yet, she looks hurt.

“They said you wanted to make me your Wella, but now I can see you don’t want me.”

“I don’t want a Wella. You are not happy with our current arrangement?”

“I…maybe I just thought…I’m sorry.”

“No, you finish.”

“I love you and being your Wella would be a dream come true.”

“Fuck!”

I run my hands through my hair and pace several seconds before making eye contact with her.

“Tika, I would like to continue our arrangement, but if you would like to be relieved of being my Giver, I will not object.”

“No, Domlen, it was me being foolish. I love being your Giver, please?”

“Once you found out, why didn’t you contact me?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe I thought it was true.”

“I like fucking you, Tika, you give me great pleasure, but I don’t love you. I do not love!”

Her head falls down as if she’s in pain.

“I understand, Domlen,” She says, never looking at my face. “If you still will have me, I would like to continue to be your Giver.”

Lifting her chin so I could see her face, her eyes are filled with tears.

“Yes, I still want you as my Giver, but only if you will be able to set aside your feelings.”

“Yes, I will. My thoughts ran away with the possibility of being a Wella.” She whispers.

Looking past her, I see a tree stump. Placing my hands on her hips, I back her up to the stump and sit her down. Kneeling in front of her, she watches me closely as I push up her dress and place her legs over my shoulders.

“Tika, you may come at your will.”

I lower my mouth between her legs and begin softly tasting the lips of her pussy while soft moans are driven from her mouth. I continue my licks to her clit, hard and slow as I take what she has to offer. The taste of her sweet wetness is in my mouth and sucking harder gives me more of her delectable juices. While squeezing her hips, my tongue dips deeper into her opening and I know she can only last but a few more seconds. I feel her muscles tighten as she screams my name while filling my mouth with the sweet nectar from her orgasm. After making sure Tika is ok and accepts not becoming my Wella, I walk her back to her home.

This was the right thing to do for Tika before I replace her. Though she’s a great Giver, Tika has fallen in love with me and that is something I cannot accept. Her body fulfills me but she wants more than I can give her, and I’m unwilling or possibly unable to even try. Besides, my curiosity has gotten the better of me about this vision my mother has seen. Who is this mysterious female? When will I meet her? These are all questions that only the Queen can answer.

Five days have passed and I’ve not seen the Queen. By now she knows I’ve told Tika she will not be my Wella, yet she still has not sent for me. The food, laughter, dance and beastly fun continue and everything around the castle seems normal, but I know it’s just a matter of time before she strikes again. My brothers and I are all sitting around having a conversation about nothing in particular when our father, King Dramen walks up. We all stand and he waves for us to sit and then he sits with us.

“My sons, what could you be talking about?” King Dramen asks, smiling.

“Well, we are talking about everything father.” Showken says, smiling seductively.  We all start laughing because even though Showken is insanely in love with his Wella, he enjoys hearing about the rest of our sexual encounters. My father even has to laugh.

“Well, I’m sure you all think that I know nothing about women, but…”

“NO, I don’t want to hear any stories about you and our mother.” Draken says, sternly.

“You are not king yet, and so that means you all will listen.” King Dramen says.

“Fuck, this shit is wrong.” I hear Warton complaining to Fewton, but silence falls and he begins.

He speaks about how his life before our mother and it mirrored the wild ways of Showken and Fewton with the females. Then he continues his story explaining his life after our mother and the numerous Givers he had taken that had caused hundreds of years of heartache and even deaths. This is where his story is obviously directed at me.

“I finally realized that my commitment to your mother was based solely on lust, not love. I thought I loved her, but really I knew nothing about it. Over time though, she has become and will forever be the love of my life. Looking back on when my parents pushed for this marriage, I didn’t understand, but looking around at all my sons I’m happy that Nala and I married even if it wasn’t for love.”

Everyone’s eyes are on me and my father looks at me as if I would cave.

“You have to be fucking kidding me? I’m not taking a Wella.” I growl.

“Domlen, why are you so set against this, my son? You like the way she makes you feel, right?” He asks.

“It’s not about how she makes me feel or how I make her feel fucking her. It’s about mother trying to control me based on her fucked up vision.” I yell.

“You watch your tone, before this conversation becomes a command.” King Dramen’s voice becomes louder.

My brothers are silent, except for one. Warton.

“Why the fuck does anyone care if Domlen doesn’t want a Wella?”

“Warton, it’s not your concern.”

“It is my concern when my brother is being forced to marry his fuck buddy.”

King Dramen looked like he grew taller or maybe we all sunk in our seats.

“Warton, you will not open your mouth to say another word or I will shut it.”

Though my brother means well and is the best fighter, he holds nothing compared to the king. My other brothers’ mouths are sealed. This is my life and he’s letting our mother try to make the decision for me. 

“Are you going to shut my mouth too?” I ask, glaring.

“No, but I’m asking you to reconsider…strongly reconsider your decision to take Tika as your Wella.” He says, while standing. All my other brothers stand except me. How can I respect him as a king or father when he’s trying to force something upon me?

He walks away and my brothers all nod at me as they go their separate ways. I’m sure they do not agree with what’s going on, but it’s always been a rule for us to try and solve our own problems. Besides, some of them may think marrying Tika is not so bad of a request. I sit there a few hours before I’m joined by Beauka.

“Domlen, come have tea with me, I have a new flavor.” She beams with excitement.

“If it’s new, I haven’t built a resistance like the others; I would be at your mercy after a few sips.”

“How else will you get used to it? Besides, you look like you need the rest from all the stress you have.”

“Sister, I love you, but you do know this would be me being your test bunny.” I look at her from the corner of my eyes, slightly showing a smile.

“Well, you will have fun and won’t have to worry about marrying Tika.”

“No, I’m not drinking any new tea today. Give me a few days, little sister and I might change my mind.”

I stand and walk toward my room. After taking a long bath, my mind wonders again about this mysterious woman. Could she be human, dragon, or maybe a vampire? It obviously has shaken my mother and now she’s in defense mode and still has not shared the entire picture with me. Lying on the bed, it suddenly dawns on me. If my father is asking me to strongly reconsider, they have not called off anything. This could mean my mother is preparing a wedding without my consent. King Dramen will not like it if I embarrass them publicly, but if I’m put on the spot in public than a wild circus will take place. After thinking for hours, my mind gives up the fight and sleep overtakes me.

The next few days go smoothly and I have been with Tika a few times after she has informed me that her feelings have been pulled back. She begged that I keep her as my Giver and after careful consideration I decide I will keep her, but I know it is only until I find a suitable replacement. Tika is well trained on what I enjoy and the thought of going through training someone else sounds draining. Life appears to be returning to normal until I see celebration decorations being hung in the main garden. The garden is where weddings or huge celebrations happen only for the Draglens. There is a sour taste in my mouth along with such anger.