Author's Note: Ok. One night I was lying in bed and suddenly this story came to mind. I honestly was thinking about my other series, but apparently my muse decided for me to give this one a shot. So hopefully we will see a positive outcome.
"Ahhhhh, mmmmmm, ohhhhhhhhhh -- that's it, Alpha, oh yes, my Alpha, fuck me -- ahh ahh huh," a pixie blonde-haired girl screamed at the pussy pounding her Alpha gave her. Xavier Salvatore Russo responded with only pounding harder and grunting.
Still being pounded by her Alphas big cock, the little blonde she-wolf that laid under him on his desk leaned, trying to kiss him in the mouth. Not too keen on the on the pack's females' activities with others, he roughly grabbed her chin, turning head her painfully to the side.
"Oww, that hurts. Why do you have to be so rough?"
"Why do you have to be such a slut, coming in here to fuck me after you fucked my brother, you filthy whore," he said as he pounded harder into her. Xavier would be lying to himself if he said he was mad; she was a slut. But he realized he could really care less: she was just a piece of ass to sate his lust for the moment.
His reverie broke by the sudden urge to orgasm. Grabbing her around the neck, he forced her body back down onto his desk and really let loose, making them both climax into frenzy.
"Oh, GOD, AHH YEEAAAAAAAAAAAAH, OH GOD, YES, OH, MY ALPHA," Helen screamed at the satisfaction of being well fucked by her Alpha.
The thrill of climax overtook Xavier with harsh grunts and growls. He had to lean on top of his Beta as the hard waves of his climax passed. They both lay, sated in their bliss, for a long passing moment when a witch burst in the door. She opened her mouth to speak, but the sight of them clamped her mouth shut as her eyes dulled with quiet surprise.
"
Ummm
, The Savannah pack called just not too long ago, and they would like to know if you are still on for the evening appointment at nine pm."the girl said.
For a moment the girl forgot who she was intruding on and forgot who she was speaking to, until he raised his head. The angry glow of his amber eyes made her spine stiffen. Helen glimpsed at him, then over to the girl and watched realization's fear filter over the girl's face as her eyes softened and her jaw slackened. The girl's mouth worked to speak, but silence made the air feel like concrete. She did her best to turn around and leave but her commanding employer's voice had her rooted right in that place where she wanted to leave.
"Have you forgotten who the hell I am witch, huh? Did you forget who the fuck's office you barged into? Or are you just fucking stupid?"
"I...ummm... I didn't think, sir, I am sorry."
"No -- of course you did not think. You just barged in here inexplicably like you are in charged forgetting your place here on my pack grounds," he said with a growl. Helen smirked at the preview of things flashing in her head. Her growing expression of worry stirred something deep inside as her knees weakened, weight shifting, brows furrowed -- she feared for her life.
"I mean sir I was only trying to --"
"To do what? AVERT YOUR EYES WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU, WITCH, DON'T LOOK AT ME! YOU BARELY DESEVERE TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS ME, LET ALONE THE PRIVILEDGE OF LOOKING AT ME." He was now screaming at her.
The sudden burst from cool calm rage into straight screaming at her always scared her.
Part of her didn't know why she should be scared, she had become used to the verbal abuse her boss always inflicted upon her whenever she was around. When he finally began to yell she had no choice but to close her eyes and hold back the tears he was inflicting upon her.
In a timid tone she tried to keep her strength and not to show fear: "Sir please I was not--"
"Oh, now you are begging and pleading after another fuck up you have made. I tell you what: since you seek forgiveness for another fuck up you made, come clean up the mess we have made, and be grateful that I did not take more drastic measures for your punishment for barging in on me," Xavier said, rising up off of Helen.
As she hopped off the desk, Helen's face fought, but ultimately relented to, giggles at the verbal assault the witch had taken. Having been already naked when she came in to seduce the Alpha, she had no problem with walking out naked and shifting to her wolf. Walking to the door, she got one last look at the witch before shaking her head to leave.
Just like every other Werewolves that was out there, she despised witches with every fiber of her being. They were at the bottom of the food chain of the supernatural and they always pretended to be something they were not.
Ever since The Alliance of the vampires, wereswolves, demons and witches every coven, clan, nest and pack was recommended to have a witch on stand by. This was suggested by each leader to put on an image of peace, harmony and tolerance. And the image before Helen was too pathetic for words.
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In the corner of her eye, Sallie Mae Jenkins noticed the she-wolf's nasty look that reminded her how some werewolves hated witches. The wolf shifted and left the room. She was now alone in the room with Xavier Salvatore Russo her boss and the pack Alpha.
She heard him gathering up his clothes. She could not help herself but to get a quick glance.
Although Xavier was a certified asshole and very mean and cruel to boot, she still had to admit to herself that he was a handsome man and had a gorgeous body.
She could feel a slight warming sensation forming inside of her. She shifted to her other leg, hoping that would divert the sensation from going to her pussy but by the way Xavier suddenly tensed up, it obviously did not work.
"Shit,"
she said to herself when she felt his angry heated glaze
As Xavier put on his last article of clothing, he and his wolf caught a whiff of the witch's arousal; he shook his head in contempt at the witch's quiet pining. He returned whatever the witch felt for him with total disgust. Almost every powerful supernatural such as vampires, werewolves and demons didn't care much for humans, so they sure in the hell did not care for witches. To them, witches were nothing more than humans playing with magic tricks to entertain their friends, but he had to admit they had their uses.
Buttoning up the last button on his shirt he walked over to the witch.
"I want this office spic and span when I return. There have better not be a single spec of filth in this room, got it?" he said in a low, menacing, cruel tone, and the look he gave her indicated she was nothing better than dirt.
Maybe in his mind that's all she was: just pure filth. Releasing a long-held sigh, she responded, "Yes sir," and was grateful that he left immediately.
When the door closed behind him, she released a torrent of sobs. She had to ask herself why is she constantly doing this to herself? Why put up with a race that hates you? Then the sudden image of her very ill mother and her coven's head priestess came into her mind. She was there for them -- well, mostly the head priestess -- and deep in her heart she knew her mother would pull through the illness that is taking over her body. She's a tough old witch, so this little mysterious cancer that just popped out of nowhere would be fought to the very end.
Taking in a deep breath and letting it out, she went over to the mess they had left. She looked around to see more of a mess when she saw sweat stains on the walls and her boss's leather chair. She wanted hurl in disgust at the mess she was required to clean.
"Okay, girl, pull yourself together -- think and feel your magic," she said, shaking her hands in front of her."Oh, look what a big mess I have. There is so much to clean, and I only have soap and water but that does not matter cause I am doing whatever I can to make this office spic and span." She smiled to herself as all the cum stains, sweat stains, loose paper, an overflowing trash can and a dusty bookshelf was all fresh, clean and put back into its proper place.
A small smile spread across her face just. She gave the office one last inspection while walking towards the office door. Looking around, she was sure the Alpha would be pleased with her work. Everything looked clean and tidy --
why shouldn't he be?
