The Forbidden Alpha

Olivia

Shane made me lay down in his lap so that I didn’t see where we were driving. I didn’t see where we were going. The car ride is quiet except for when Shane talks to the other man in the back with us.

While my head is on Shane’s lap, I take a moment to study the man next to me. He’s got blonde hair and his blue eyes look anywhere but in my direction.

“Hmm.” Gem whispers.

The two in the front talk quietly together but I can’t hear much of their conversation. I do find out from Shane and the man’s discussion that the blonde man’s name is Liam.

The car comes to a stop and I realize we must have arrived. Shane tells me to sit up and when I do, I look around and what I see is an old building. It looks like an abandoned warehouse, I scan the horizon and feel disappointed when nothing looks familiar.

It feels like I’m in the middle of nowhere and no one knows where I am. Liam opens the door and holds the door for me while I hop out. I’d say thank you but I don’t even want to be here.

One of the men from the front walks over and takes Liam’s place. He looks down at me with a look in his eye that has me looking away. Shane’s hand comes up and grips my neck, he pushes me forward and we walk towards the abandoned building.

Don’t panic.

Don’t freak out.

Like a prayer, I repeat the mantra. The man who took Liam’s place reaches forward and opens the warehouse door for us. When we get in, I hear chains and sneak a peek back to see the man and Liam wrapping thick chains around the door handles.

When we get to the end of the hallway another door opens to a big room. One side of the wall is littered with cabinets and the other side has a very large mirror. There’s a table in the middle of the room and two sectionals side-by-side near the mirror.

We stop in front of the table and Shane’s hand on my back pushes me forward. I turn around to keep my eyes on him.

“Strip.”

Shane is grinning when he pulls his shirt over his head. My breath stalls in my lungs. Goddess, I’m scared out of my mind. His body is carved in huge slabs of frightening muscle. Becoming a rogue has barely affected his health, his physique. His pants follow his shirt to the ground and then he’s standing there naked before all of us.

His cock is hard and ready. He palms it with a big hand and gives himself a rough stroke. I look over at Liam and he’s got an expression void of emotion on but when I look over to the other guy. He watches me with a hunger that makes it hard to swallow.

“I said strip,” Shane orders. I have the urge to argue, to fight back but… the look in his eyes warns against it. His eyes linger on me until I reach with shaky hands to my top, I lift it above my head and he looks over to the hungry man.

The men walk together to a large set of cabinets, Shane steps forward and opens one. I get a glimpse of a variety of toys, everything from whips to floggers. There are some things I don’t even recognize.

When they finish their conversation and walk back to me, I look at Shane’s hands and my eyes widen when I see a thick flogger danging from his hand, a pair of handcuffs in the other. I’ve stripped down to my bra and panties when Shane’s eyes zero in on me again.

Without so much as a glance to the man next to him, “Cuff her to the table, Devin.” Devin grabs the handcuffs from him and walks over to me. One of his hands reaches out and grips my arm. The other hand puts my wrist in one of the handcuffs and he leads me over to the table.

We walk around to the other side and his arm pushes me down so my breasts touch the table and I flinch at the cold steel top. Shit, shit, shit. Warmth hits my back as he leads down over me and whispers in my ear, “You won’t be needing these.”

Devin leans against me before he stands up and warm fingers come down and unfasten my bra. I’m mortified. Gem is mentally pacing back and forth. We can’t stand his touch. He slides one strap down and pulls my arm through it before doing the same with the other strap.

I hear it drop to the floor and his fingers caress my mark. Remembering Gabe, tears threaten to fill my eyes.

“If we’re going to get through this, we can’t think of him right now,” I tell Gem.

“I won’t be able to make it through this if…” I trail off.

Gem nods in agreement.

I dare to look up and see Shane’s gaze drops to me for a split second. “Pet.”

Shock drowns out the sound of the first strike. Pain erupts on my back, I barely register it, too busy repeating to myself. I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine.

The sound of the flogger making contact with my back. I look up at Shane, his eyes are wide in wonder… in satisfaction. Sick.

Shane walks over to me, completely naked. He stops in front of the table for a moment before walking slowly around the table. I can’t see him now and I flinch when his hands grip my hips.

His fingers dig into my flesh until it hurts. “By the mark on your neck, I know you’ve fucked your mate,” he murmurs.

I say nothing. I won’t think about his lopsided smile… I won’t… I won’t think about him right now. Wet fingers spread and touch my ass.

No.

No, no, no.

“Has he fucked your ass?”

It’s a question I won’t answer.