"My parents met there." A few years ago, I was afraid Sedona and Tucson would be the farthest I'd ever travel from my home pack in Phoenix. And now I'm somewhere in Mexico, chained to a bed with a sexy Latino wolf devouring my naked body with his eyes. Not quite the adventure I'd hoped for.
Carlos repeats my name in his Spanish accent, giving it an exotic and sexy sound. "Beautiful name for a beautiful wolf." The fact that he finds me beautiful seems to piss him off, because he scowls when he says it. He lifts his hand to my mouth, like he's going to wipe the water off my chin, then retracts it with a grimace.
"Gee, thanks," I say drily.
He brings his thumb to my lower lip and rubs it, back and forth slowly, his dark eyes growing black.
A thrum starts between my legs and my nipples tighten.
Oh shit.
I'm totally out of my depth here. The honest truth-I'm a virgin. My dad would've killed any boy I screwed around with when I was in high school. And I mean that literally. I didn't even have a date to prom. I could've had sex in college, but I hang out with humans, and human males just don't ring my bell. Not that they haven't tried. I've messed around a little bit, but no intercourse.
The next thing I know, Carlos pushes his thumb between my lips and I'm making love to it with my tongue. A low growl reverberates in his chest like the start of an engine and all my lady parts rev up in response.
"Sedona," he rasps in his sexy accent again. Say-doh-na. He pronounces my name like it's a magical place. He drags his thumb from the suction of my mouth as if it pains him. "Being locked in here with you is going to kill me."
It must be the repeated tranquilizers they gave me because I'm seriously about to invite him to try out the Sedona buffet, seeing as how I'm all spread out here for his delight.
"What's your-" I clear my throat because I find it hard to speak now since he invaded my mouth with his thick digit- "What's your plan, exactly? Wait it out? I don't think that's going to work. If they locked you in here to get us to breed, will they let us out before we do?"
A muscle ticks in his jaw. He's beautiful angry, a lock of thick dark hair falling across his forehead, the strong lines of his face accented by the firm set of his mouth. His fingers close into fists at his side. "I don't know yet."
If I didn't have an alpha father and brother I might miss the legions of guilt and frustration coming off him in waves. Alphas can't stand not taking action, not having an answer, or having their hands tied. Considering the way his cock is locked in the upright position, the action he's most likely to take is thrusting into my warm, wet pussy. Not that I'm totally against the idea. Liquid trickles between my thighs as I fight to keep my head.
"How long have you been alpha?" I ask.
He rubs the back of his neck. "De facto-since my father's death when I was sixteen. But el consejo encouraged me to leave, to continue at my boarding school education and then to attend university in the United States. And then to go to graduate school. I didn't return until this fall." There's a heaviness to his words. I sense the weight of more guilt, or some other burden as he stares at the wall opposite him.
"You didn't want to return."
"No." He meets my eyes in a new way, as if the cloud of lust has lifted and he actually sees me, Sedona, not my naked body offered up on a platter. "I've never admitted that before. Even to myself."
"How long have you been gone?"
"Seven years. Long enough to comprehend if we don't make changes to this archaic place, the pack will die out."
I shudder. I'm the solution his council cooked up to save the pack. There's a certain amount of duty I was prepared for as an alpha's daughter. Being a part of a breeding program wasn't one of them. My dad is old school, but this is positively primeval.
He sits on the edge of the bed near my waist and examines the locks on my shackles. My wrists must look as raw as they feel because he rubs my skin around the edges of the cuffs and growls. "Tell me how you ended up here, Sedona."
The dominant tone makes me shiver. It doesn't matter that he's trying to be a gentleman. My body responds to him. "It's my spring break-or was. I was in San Carlos with my friends and a shifter approached me on the beach. Another came up behind me and stabbed a needle in my neck to drug me. They put me in a cage and flew me to a city where I spent the night in a warehouse. Then they drove me here."
Carlos growls through my entire story, while his thumb works magic on the inside of my wrist, tracing light circles on my sensitive skin. I never realized a touch on the wrist was so sexy. My pussy throbs in a way that's hard to ignore. The strange heat floods my system again.
"Traffickers," he says when I finish. "From Mexico City. I'd heard a rumor that shifters were selling wolves in my country, but I didn't believe it. The stories feature a demon called the Harvester who buys shifters, drains their blood, and steals their organs."
I shudder.
"When we get out, I'll kill every last one of the traffickers who touched you. You have my word on that."
I swallow and nod. "Thank you."
He brushes his lips over my pulse. "Tell me, where do you go to school and what do you study, Sedona?"