MATED TO FATHER, FATED TO SONS

ALPHA CORVIN

I needed to spell it out to her point blank, no more mincing words. Or should I have even used the word ’fuck’ that would scare a virgin like her.

If I told her that disagreeing to in artificially inseminated meant that she is asking me to fuck her, that would scare her and she would let it go.

I need to scare her into compliance since I couldn’t force her to do it.

She swallowed visibly, her throat moving. "But is that not what mated couples do?" she asked, her voice soft. "Don’t they mate?"

I looked at her carefully, trying to read her expression. Does she even fully understand what she is asking me? Or maybe she does not understand because I have never properly explained why I chose artificial insemination in the first place?

"Amaris, I know that you are still a virgin," I said slowly. "And you don’t know how completely intoxicating the act of lovemaking can be between mates."

She doesn’t reply or responding immediately, which made nervous tension crawl up my spine. What was she thinking about right now? This was the first time she had been this close to me for an extended period without being ordered or forced, and I would give absolutely anything to read her thoughts in this moment.

She finally spoke in a soft but clear tone. "So why do you want to inseminate me artificially? Is it to keep my virginity intact? Or is it because you don’t want me to know the intoxication of lovemaking?"

I was genuinely surprised by her question and took a step back, my hands sliding reluctantly off her waist. How is she getting this sudden courage to ask me these penetrating questions? Is it some sort of near-death experience that makes people bolder and more daring?

She moved forward deliberately to close the distance I had just created. "Or are you afraid you will be intoxicated by me?"

I squinted at her. "Amaris."

She looked at me steadily. "I think this has always been a ’you’ problem, not a me problem."

"No," I stated firmly. "I am doing this for you, to protect you. You will be given a cesarean section to birth the child and your virginity would remain intact and then you can go back to your pack and marry a good man who would be able to treat you well and give you the life you deserve."

She looked at me intently. "And you are not that man?"

"Amaris, you are testing me and really crossing the line," I warned, my voice taking on an edge.

"What line?" she challenged. "What would you do to me? Have me walk on burning coal again? Have me strip naked? Which punishment? Because I need to know."

Damn it, if she wants to know what I am capable of, I will show her exactly what she is asking for.

I immediately grabbed her, my hands rough on her waist, and pulled her to me with force. She gasped as I yanked her body against mine and in one swift movement lifted her and placed her on the edge of the bed.

She fell back onto the mattress, her body bouncing slightly. Her dark hair splayed out across my black sheets like spilled ink. She was lying on her back with her hands falling slightly above her head in a position of complete surrender, her legs still touching the ground while I remained standing but leaned down over her, caging her in with my arms on either side of her body.

My hands pressed into the mattress near her head as I hovered over her, close enough that our breaths mingled.

She had a daring challenging look in her eyes that made my blood heat and my wolf surge forward wanting to claim what was not yet ours.

"Amaris, has a man ever touched you?" I asked, my voice dropping lower and rougher.

She did not respond but I did not really expect her to. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

"Has a man ever kissed you?" I continued, my eyes dropping to her lips. "Your father told me you were still completely untouched. Has a man ever removed those clothes to have you bare before him? Has anyone ever sucked those breasts?"

My eyes dropped deliberately to her chest where her breathing was making her breasts heave, looking plump and pushed up from the position she was in, the white fabric stretching across them with each breath.

"Amaris, I am preserving you and protecting you because if I actually get to touch you the way are asking for, to have myself inside of you properly, I will not be able to stop," I admitted rawly. "I will keep doing it over and over. And I cannot keep you here with me."

She swallowed hard, her breath still pacing rapidly, her pulse visible in her throat. "Why?" she whispered. "Why can’t you keep me?"

"The only relationship I am capable of having with you is purely sexual," I stated bluntly, forcing myself to be honest. "I cannot love you the way you deserve. I cannot treat you right. There is too much darkness around me and inside me to want to keep you trapped in it."

She looked up at me with those amber eyes. "What kind of darkness?"

I looked down at her, my jaw clenching, my hands tightening on the sheets. "You don’t want to see me for who I really am, Amaris. This cold Alpha that people hate and fear? This is actually the best side of me."

She met my gaze without any trace of fear in her eyes, only curiosity and something else I could not identify. "Show me," she repeated firmly. "Show me how dark it can get with you."

My hands moved immediately to the hem of her white dress and I lifted it up slowly to her waist, exposing her smooth thighs and the white lace covering her.

She wants to see dark? I will give her exactly what she is asking for.