The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 46: Chapter 46

Sarah POV
I knocked on the pack house door, my stuff already having been sent ahead and placed in Grant’s room. Alpha John opened the door, a friendly smile on his face. “Sarah,” he said with a wink “couldn’t wait to get over here, I bet” he joked as I giggled “Grant’s in his room, do you want me to go get him?”
“Oh that’s okay, I wanted to check and maybe unpack some of my stuff,” I said cheerfully, closing the door behind me “If that’s alright?”
He chuckled. “Course it is. You give me a holler if there’s anything you need” he said, disappearing back down the hallway towards his study. I bet he was doing paperwork or some important pack business. I knew my father had left me while I was packing to go to the pack house and he’d already said his goodbyes, so I shrugged and headed upstairs, confidently making my way up towards Grant’s bedroom and knocking gently on the door.
“Come in” he growled.
I frowned. He didn’t exactly sound as though he was happy to see me. I tentatively opened the door and sidled inside. My boxes and suitcase were stacked neatly in one corner. Grant was sitting at his desk, doing homework, a woebegone expression on his face.
“What is your problem?” I asked mystified “You seemed to be perfectly fine with us being mates before?”
“No” he corrected evenly, his eyes flashing as he turned to face me “I was doing my best to make the best out of a bad situation. It doesn’t mean I have to like it. Tell me, Sarah,” he said, rubbing his chin and narrowing his eyes “perhaps you can tell me why my memory is so hazy of that night?”
I swallowed hard. He couldn’t be becoming suspicious, could he? Not now. He was merely fishing, I thought panicking. The vial was under the bed and by now, no doubt the hotel cleaners had probably found it and disposed of it in the garbage. There was no way it could be traced back to me.
I forced a light laugh “Oh Grant stop being so ridiculous” I trilled “You know that you drank entirely too much that night. That’s why you can’t remember” I shrugged nonchalantly, my heart racing in my chest “It has nothing to do with me.”
He scowled. “See, the thing is, Hades doesn’t even remember. Alcohol doesn’t tend to affect the wolf as much as the human” he pointed out as my hands went clammy.
“Well I don’t know what you’re getting at Grant but I’m offended by what you’re trying to insinuate” I gasped in mock outrage “I know you didn’t necessarily want to be chosen mates with me, but to be so offensive with me and accuse me of something that I haven’t done, is really going over the top” I snapped, putting my hands on my hips and glowering at him, my long brown hair swaying on my shoulders.
He opened his mouth to protest and then shut it, his eyes darkening for a moment. He got up and moved past me, closed the door, and locked it. He moved over to me and began to pull my shirt off, unclasping my bra and flinging it off. I almost purred. I’d done it, I’d managed to talk my way out of it. I slid my skirt and heels off as he slid his hands under my panties and slid them down, licking his lips. I stood there, proud, becoming wet with arousal as he perused me.
He took his pants off and his shirt, dropping them to the floor. He moved closer, pushing me onto the bed, as I trembled with anticipation. He sniffed my scent and let out a low growl, before licking the nape of my neck, his fingers reaching down to touch my clit, stroking it as my juices began to flow even more. His other hand squeezed my breast roughly and I gasped in shock, my body jolting. Just as I began to feel my body stiffening, my orgasm coming close, he stopped and I panted, bewildered as he smirked at me. Damn, I thought cloudily, I had been so close. My body was trembling with need.
He spread my legs, his thighs keeping them firmly apart. He lined himself up at my entrance and pushed inside in one fell swoop as I cried out, the stinging pain fading away to pleasure. He didn’t pause or hesitate, not giving me any time to adjust to the size of his girth or length, before he began to roughly slide out of me and then slam back in, my legs wrapping themselves around his waist. He was like a demon possessed, his breathing shallow, his eyes so dark that they seemed to pierce into my very soul as he looked down at me, a brooding expression on his face. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. My nails dug into his back, clawing away as he took me, my head flung back, my own breathing shallow as I panted, my excitement building.
I was so close, I could sense it. Perhaps he felt it too because he pulled out and I whined, biting my lip as he turned me over, slapping my ass hard and pulling me up so that I was resting on my hands and knees, on all fours, my ass facing towards him as his hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging painfully into my flesh.
He rubbed his c**k along my slit and I whimpered. I needed him back inside of me, desperately. I had become a wanton slut, who would have done anything to have him inside of me. He smirked as I glanced over my shoulder.
“Is there something you want?” he hissed, smacking me on the ass again and making me jump.
“Please” I pleaded “please, put it inside me.”
He rubbed it against me some more as I inhaled sharply, my nerves sensitive down there.
“You mean this?” he growled.
“Yes,” I begged, rocking my hips back and forth and wriggling my ass in invitation.
I was unashamedly begging for him to f**k me. I had no willpower, no self-control when it came to Grant. He c****d his head and considered me for a moment. I fluttered my eyelashes at him and a strange expression came over his face. He grabbed me roughly and put me back on my back. Huh. That was weird, I thought he was going to take me doggy style. Never mind. This time, he was gentle, sliding in and out slowly. It was different from his initial take and it made me nervous, especially as he seemed detached. Unfocussed. His eyes glazed over. What the hell was he doing? He moved a little faster, his body slapping against mine, a smile coming over his face as I fought to relax, his head bending to kiss the nape of my neck, sweetly, his tongue licking my earlobe.
“You’re so beautiful” he whispered, “so stunning.”
This was more like it, I thought in satisfaction, my hips rising to meet his as we rocked back and forth in a dance as old as time.
“Nobody could ever compare to you” he murmured, moving a little harder now while I gloated at what he was saying to
me.
He sure as hell had gotten over his anger, I thought amused. Then again, maybe all it took was s*x for a man to get in a good mood. “I love that stunning brown hair of yours. It’s so long and so silky” he breathed, touching its silky strands and letting them run through his fingers.
I writhed on the bed, his hands moving to caress my body all over as I trembled and shuddered.
“Your eyes are like a beautiful does, so big and dark, I could stare into them all day,” he said, and I stared up at him in awe.
If he kept this up, I was going to orgasm from his words alone, I thought dazedly. Who knew that Grant had the words of a poet? What girl wouldn’t like hearing these words dripping from the lips of their mate? I was reveling in it. He was stoking my ego big time.
“If only you could see yourself the way I see you” he continued in a thick voice, adjusting himself as my mouth fell open in a wide o, the pleasure increasing.
“Never again would you doubt yourself” he panted.
Wait, what? I didn’t doubt myself, did I? What a strange thing to say. Then again, maybe he thought I was insecure or something. Which I wasn’t. But how was he to know that?
“Grant” I moaned, deciding to let it go “I can’t take much more” I gasped, as the pleasure rose to an almost intolerable level, building to a crescendo.
He smiled and reached down, his fingers lightly circling my clit as I flung my head back, my body tensing as the crescendo broke and my orgasm swept through me, a scream issuing from my lips as I called his name, my core throbbing as I collapsed back on the bed, sweat dripping off me as Grant never broke stride, continuing to hold my hips steady as he moved back and forth.
“You’re so tight,” he said with satisfaction “just the way I thought you would be” he continued.
Weird. We’d had s*x before so it’s not like he wouldn’t know how I felt. I could feel my breathing return to normal, as Grant began to move even faster, his thrusts becoming harder as I shrieked, my body beginning to heat up again.
“I love those sounds you make” he growled “They’re making me even harder, they’re such a turn-on,” he said, pounding away inside of me.
I felt his body stiffening and knew that he was close to finding his own release. He began to furiously grind against me, making low growls and grunting noises. My body bounced on the mattress, my fingers digging into the bedsheets. Finally, he thrust into me, hard, one, twice, thrice, spilling his seed inside of me as he stiffened.
“Jordan” he moaned “Oh god, Jordan” he cried, before collapsing on the bed beside me.
I stiffened, sitting up slowly, my face aflame with embarrassment and humiliation. “You just called me Jordan” I accused, my voice shaking with rage.
He raised an eyebrow. “I imagined it was her I was f*****g” he said coldly “I might have accepted the rejection but my wolf didn’t and she’s all he can think about. You say you didn’t do anything to me that night, but I don’t believe you, Sarah. I know you would have done anything to become Luna” he sneered as I shook all over. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
“Well you got your wish,” he said icily “and I might not be able to take it back, but if it means that I have to pretend your Jordan to get it up and f**k you, so be it. You have no right to complain” he snarled “pretending your Jordan is the only thing that’s stopping me from murdering you right now” he hissed and I blanched.
Pain shot through me and I doubled over, crying. He’d degraded me, pretended I was my sister as he’d slept with me. “You bastard,” I said between sobs “You’re never going to sleep with me again” I threatened.
“I think you’ll find you don’t have a choice. It’s the duty of the Luna to provide an heir, remember” he said sardonically “or did you forget that part?”
I had. I cringed. He laughed, grabbing his clothes and putting them on. “Sucks when things don’t go to plan, doesn’t it,” he said, his eyes glittering with contempt “I’m going to make your life a living hell until you decide to refuse to be mates anymore. My parents would never let me be Alpha if I left you, but it would be an entirely different story if you left me.”
“Go to hell” I snapped “because there’s no way…” I trailed off.
“We’ll see, won’t we,” he said calmly, opening the door and shaking his head “I’d get dressed if I were you and see my mother. I’m sure she has something for you to do instead of you sitting on your ass and doing nothing” he added cruelly.
I watched him walk away, not even bothering to shut the door behind him, my eyes awash with tears as I realized the full extent of what I had gotten myself into.