Cruel Alpha Daddy (Silver Meadows Wolves #4)

Chapter 12 - Fiona

Days pass, and my worry for Caleb grows. The fierce ache in my chest is so intense that at times, I can hardly breathe.

I spend most of my time cleaning the cabin, and one sunny afternoon, while I’m sweeping the floor, I fall straight into one of my old fantasies.

I wished for this. I prayed for it.

Long nights sleeping next to Rider, waking in his arms, even cooking and cleaning becoming acts of pure joy because we did it all together.

And I thought it would come true. Because back then, I thought Rider wanted me.

My hands falter, and the small pile of dirt I’m sweeping up scatters across the floor, dust motes rising to flicker in the late afternoon sun.

I’m not convinced that Rider really wants me. Even now.

I glare at the floor, my motivation to finish the task completely gone. Every moment that passes is agony. Soon, I won’t be able to mask it.

Why isn’t Bailey coming for me?

The only thing I can think of is that maybe he isn’t sure if Sawpit Pack really has me. He’s a fair alpha. He wouldn’t attack unless he was certain I was here.

Tobias is still lurking around, leering at me. Leaving on my own is out of the question. There is only one thing left to do.

Talk to Rider.

Over the last couple of days, I’ve avoided it, but I can’t wait any longer. Caleb will be frantic without me. It’s too painful being apart from him, and the thought of him not knowing if I’ll ever come back cuts me through the heart.

When I hear Rider’s heavy boots on the front deck, I quickly finish sweeping and get ready to greet him. Even though we still aren’t exactly friendly, things have been far less awkward between us since the dawn run when he told me all about his past. My heart went out to him when I heard how horrible his suffering has been, but it doesn’t excuse him running away from me or holding me prisoner now.

As Rider comes through the door, I take a deep breath, trying to organize my thoughts. If I want to convince Rider to let me go, I have to find the right words and speak to him rationally and calmly.

“Rider, we need to talk.”

He looks up at me with wide eyes, and the pained look tears at my soul.

Exactly the way Caleb looks at me when he’s upset.

“Okay, Fiona,” he says warily. “What would you like to talk about?”

“You have to let me go back to my pack.” Inwardly, I wince as the words come out much more blunt than I intended.

Rider sighs. “I told you, Fiona, it isn’t safe.”

“It isn’t safe to keep me here, either! It’s only a matter of time until Bailey comes. They are probably out tracking me right now.”

“If that happens, then I will explain the situation. You’re here by your own will, aren’t you? I haven’t kept you locked up for the last few days.”

“Only because I agreed to compromise. I never said I would stay for good.”

Rider’s eyes flicker as if I just struck him.

He didn’t really think I was just going to stay and never speak to my pack again?

“Fiona, have you noticed that Tobias is still watching you very closely?”

I swallow hard, trying to settle my fear. “Yes. I’ve noticed.”

“Then you know you can’t just go running around. Those guys are extremely bad news, and we are still trying to figure out where they are getting their supplies and what they’re up to.”

“I understand that, but I have to go home! Even if it’s just for a short visit.”

“You’re not listening,” he snaps. “Why are you making this so difficult for me?”

“Why are you doing this to me!” I shriek, completely losing control. “Bailey is supposed to be your ally. You could even ask him to help!”

“And look weak?” he shoots back. “Do you really think I could end Tobias and cut out all the bad apples if I went running to another pack for help?”

“Please,” I moan, reaching out to grab Rider’s hand. “Please, I have to go. You don’t understand. I promise I’ll come back. I just need to go home for a while.”

“Why?” he demands, his eyes hard. As his expression changes, I remember how dangerous he is, and the terrible things he’s done.

I shake my head uselessly. I’m completely out of words. He glares at me for a bit longer, his expression getting darker by the second.

“You really do have someone else, don’t you?”

“What?” I say, surprised. “No. What are you talking about?”

“You have a partner, don’t you?” he yells. “Just tell me. Who is waiting for you back there?”

The truth is on the tip of my tongue, and my heart burns with a terrible, intense fear. It would be so easy to tell him right now, and I want to. The only thing holding me back is my fear for Caleb’s safety.

I cling to Rider’s hand, shaking my head. I can barely speak, my chest is so tight.

“There’s no one else,” I stammer. “I told you, I haven’t been with anyone else since you left me.”

He flinches a little, and I know that I hurt him.

Good. I meant to.

“Is it Kyle?” he asks flatly. The emotionless tone is even scarier than his yelling.

“What? Why are you asking me about him?”

“He’s the one that’s waiting for you. Just admit it.”

“Kyle is with Leslie!” I yell. “There’s nothing going on between me and Kyle!”

“Well, what is it, then!” he roars back. “I know you’re hiding something from me!”

Suddenly, I realize that in the heat of the fight, we’ve gotten closer and closer together. Our faces are only an inch apart.

The emotions inside me are so intense and confusing, I can barely think. My heart is pounding like a hammer, and I can’t slow my breathing down. I’m so close to Rider that I can feel the heat rising from his body, and it’s intense enough to sear my skin.

He reaches up, and I think he’s going to grab me, but he just runs his fingers along the backs of my arms. Shivers race up and down my spine in response.

All day, every day, as I work through my pain and fear, I also have to fight my desire. I’m sure Rider has never guessed, but my thighs burn when we curl up together at night. My hands ache, longing to touch him.

Being so close to him and not having him is tearing me apart almost as much as missing my son.

The heat of his breath rushes across my lips, and I reach out with both hands, feeling his fingers linking through mine. As I look into his eyes, the world drops away, and there is nothing left except me and Rider and the way he makes me feel.

For the first time in days, I don’t fight the rush of desire that floods through me in response to his touch. The warm waves of pleasure sweep through me, leaving my clit throbbing and my nipples hard.

I want you so much.

He stays completely still, as if he’s tracking a deer and doesn’t want to startle it. He must be aware of the effect he’s having on me but holding himself back.

Why? Does he even want me? I have to know.

I lean forward, and he doesn’t respond. His muscles are tense and trembling. It looks like he’s not even breathing.

Fuck it. I can’t fight this. I don’t even want to.

I lean forward a little more, seeing his eyes widen in surprise. His fingers twitch against mine, but aside from that, he doesn’t move.

Our lips touch, and the moment is electric. Sensation shocks through me, flooding my body with white-hot lust that obliterates my restraint.

Years of desperate longing catch up to me all at once, and I throw myself at Rider, gasping as my body slams up against him. He groans, his hands going around my waist to pull me close. I run my hands up his back, exploring his hard muscles through the soft fabric of his shirt. He wraps his arms around me and picks me up, spinning us around so he can sit me on the table.

Grabbing his shoulders, I grip him hard with my knees, writhing against his body. With a fierce growl, he pushes me down against the table and kisses me even harder, pinning me with one hand while the other gropes at my breasts. I writhe against him, my hips bucking up and down. I can barely move, and the sensation of being trapped only turns me on even more.

When Rider turns his head and runs his tongue down my neck, the intensity peaks, and a shriek bursts from my throat.

“Fiona,” he mutters, running his tongue down my chest in a slick line.

His fingers fumble at the top button of my dress, and I reach up to help him, yanking the neckline open so my breasts bounce free. He cups one in his big, hard hand and gives it a squeeze as his tongue and lips find my other nipple.

The throbbing between my legs spreads to every inch of my body. I thrash under him, holding his head with both hands as he feasts on my tits. I grind against him, thrusting my hips and feeling his hard cock through his jeans on every stroke.

The ache between my legs is unbearable, a fierce, throbbing sensation that exists in a perfect balance between pleasure and pain. I want him to shove his cock into me and satisfy that deep, hungry ache, but I also never want it to stop.

I feel alive. Oh, dear God, I feel alive for the first time in years!

Rider raises his head and looks up at me, his eyes wide and shimmering with emotion. He looks so damaged and bruised but also fierce and wild.

A wolf that can never be tamed.

He runs his hands down my body, pushing the dress up my thighs. I can’t look away from his beautiful emerald eyes. The pure need in his gaze feeds the part of me that has felt rejected and abandoned since the moment he walked out.

His tongue creeps to the edge of his lip, and I feel his fingers digging into my skin as he slowly moves downwards. I watch him as he lowers himself, shivers racing over my skin as I feel his warm breath on my belly, then lower.

When I feel his lips wrap around my clit, a short scream rips from my throat. Rider’s hands grab my thighs and shove them apart as he teases his way down my pussy with the tip of his tongue.

The ache inside me is pure agony now. He brushes his mouth gently against the hot, throbbing outer lips and lashes his tongue against the more delicate petals beneath. I have to cover my face, squirming as he teases me.

“Fiona,” he whispers, and his breath feels cool against the slick folds of my pussy. I hear him moan, then his tongue slips inside me, lashing against the inner walls as his lips devour the rest of me.

My hips buck towards him, and I reach down, grabbing his head and twisting my fingers into his hair. I thrust hard against his mouth, forcing his head to stay down. A long moan shudders through my chest as I feel the spasms start deep inside, and my pussy clenches against Rider’s mouth. The orgasm seems to hover out of reach for the briefest of seconds, the anticipation only giving me more pleasure. As my entire body starts to tremble, Rider slides his tongue from my cunt up to my clit, then wraps his lips around it and lashes it with his tongue.

“Oh my fucking God!” I cry out, the orgasm crashing through me, exploding from my core and reaching every last inch of my body. The release is so extreme, I feel like I’m about to cry.

“Fiona,” Rider murmurs. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Oh, God!” I whisper, thrusting my hips at him again. I yank hard on his hair, shoving my clit into his face. He moans in ecstasy, wrapping his arms around my thighs and lapping up all the cum from my climax. The ache inside swells again, reaching a new point of intensity before my clit pulses and I come into his mouth all over again.

He gently runs his lips and tongue around the smooth edges of my hot, wet pussy, paying careful attention to every inch of me. The aching inside has spread to my entire body, colliding with the trembling waves of my climax to leave me floating on a wave of almost complete satisfaction.

Almost complete—because I could let him do this forever.

Slowly, he slides back up, gently running his hands up my thighs. I shiver as my body responds, the aching inside starting again and throbbing in time with my hot, hard nipples and pulsing clit.

When his face is level with mine, I lazily reach up and stroke his cheek with my knuckles. His eyes are fierce, burning with need. I kiss him gently and open my legs further, thrusting towards him and inviting him inside.

He reaches down, undoing his belt to free his cock. I grab his shoulders as hard as I can and thrust towards him, begging for it.

It’s been so long. So many nights, I felt the fire inside me, thinking I would never be able to set it free again. Now, I can’t hold it back.

Just as I feel Rider’s hard cock against my slick, throbbing pussy, he pauses and looks into my eyes. The moment is so intense, it feels like all the air has disappeared from the room.

“I missed you so much,” he whispers.

Pain lances through me, a deep and horrible loneliness that has lived inside me, consuming more of my soul every moment I had to live without him.

I never imagined that he could be suffering, too.

Rider lowers his head, and I close my eyes, feeling his warm lips on mine. As he explores my mouth with his tongue, I stretch out under him, opening my legs and thrusting towards him, aching for his cock.

He runs his hands down my sides, still kissing me as he grabs my waist. I squirm against him, and I’m so hot and wet that all it takes to join us together is one short thrust from his hips.

As his cock slides all the way to the end of me, we both stop, and Kyle lifts his head to look into my eyes. I stroke the back of his neck with feather-light touches from my fingertips, caressing him until I feel goosebumps flaring across his skin. My inner muscles clench around his cock, my pussy soft and slick from all the orgasms he gave me with his tongue. I don’t look away from his eyes as he stares straight at me, our souls completely open to each other as our bodies join.

He groans and presses his hips forward, closing his eyes as the head of his cock grinds into the aching spot at the deepest part of me. My body responds to the pressure, my muscles constricting around him as pleasure sings through me in humming waves.

Rider keeps his head buried against my shoulder as he starts to thrust. At first, his movements are slow and careful, drawing himself out and then teasing me with every single inch on the way back in. As his cock gets thicker and harder, the intensity builds inside me, and I grab his shoulders, wrapping my entire body around him and thrusting against his cock. He stays still for a few moments, letting me control the motion. I work myself against him until another orgasm explodes deep inside me, pleasure rippling through me, bone-deep, leaving me weak and gasping.

Rider starts to thrust again, and I cling to him, crying out every time his body slams into mine. When he looks at me, there is desperation in his gaze now. It almost frightens me. The fast pace takes me to the edge, his hard hands and fierce eyes bringing a hint of fear that makes the next orgasm even more intense.

Harsh gasps explode through my throat as Rider picks up his pace and slams me against the table hard and fast. His cock swells inside me, getting thicker and harder with every stroke. Another orgasm rips through my body, and I throw my head back and shriek with pleasure.

As if in response, Rider’s body stiffens and shudders all over, his muscles trembling as harsh gasps escape his lips. He falls against me, chest heaving as the orgasm crashes through his body. I wrap my arms and legs around him, resting my cheek on his shoulder as my body shudders with wave after wave of pleasure.

His heart beats against mine, and our breath mingles, the rise and fall of our chests making a perfect rhythm. I can’t tell where he ends and I begin.

We are one, as we always have been.

No matter the distance between us, this connection is the only truth my heart knows.