Alpha Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #2)

by Caroline Peckham

“They’re as strong as a milkman’s asshole.” I looked up at the deep voice, finding Sin Wilder grinning at me like a deranged motherfucker – and I guessed that was what he was, so it fit the bill. His bulky muscles were filling out his jumpsuit and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal endless ink on his dark arms. “How’d you get in here before my pack?” I growled. “And what makes you think a milkman has a strong asshole?” Not sure why I wanted to know the answer to that second question, but call me Curious Clive.

He'd made an enemy of me and I wasn't ever going to forget it.

Blue balls was my name. And raging hard ons was the game.

She was my own special brand of pudding made of my darkest fantasies and my cock’s personal temptation.

And I swear I’d cry wanked along with them too a couple of times.

“Real fights are unpredictable,” I reasoned. “If I bite off an ear or two it’s only because I’m fighting like I would in the real world.” I had maybe done that the last time I’d fought in the ring, but boohoo. It was just an ear. And three fingers.

People died for all kinds of reasons in this place, but for me it was going to be my balls combusting and my dick falling off from lack of use. It would have been funny if it wasn’t so damn sad. And all because of one girl.

"Who's that trying to ram down my back door?" Sin asked curiously

I wish they'd put me back in my old cell because there was a crevice in that wall which felt like a rough, grainy pussy if I rubbed my dick against it just right and I'm gonna miss that bitch more than you can imagine this week."

"Holy shit, sweet thing, make that noise again. You have such a dirty laugh I just came a bit, give me a second to get my cock in hand and we might really have a party ready to get started."

I found myself looking around at ten sets of puppy dog eyes on the faces of a bunch of full grown hardened criminals with their junk out. It felt just like home.

“I kidnapped a hobo once,” he mused. “Terrible idea. No one realised he was missing. Eventually, I gave him a pair of my shoes and put him back where I found him.”

"Because society has spent years trying to make you conform to the rules of social propriety that make for a boring as fuck life. But you don't want to say no because deep down you're just as wild as me and you wanna watch the world burn at my side."

"My own, personal obsession. My drug of choice, the answer to all of my desires rolled up into one little, Faetalian ball of danger. I think you might be my downfall, wild girl. But I think I like the idea of that too."

"Oh my sweet, hairy grandmamma's balls," Plunger said excitedly. "I will most definitely dig your hole, ma'am. I’ll dig it deep and wide so we’ll all fit snuggly in it together."

the scariest motherfucking animal on the planet. And the sexiest one too. It was perfect. Fucking genius. It represented my dick, Rosalie’s heart, Plunger’s naked grossness. It needed all kinds of merchandise to go with it once our names were splashed through the news and every Fae in Solaria would want to be one of us… The Daring Anacondas.

I’d never been much of a submissive, but for her, I’d pull my pants down like a good boy, shove a ball gag in my mouth and hand her the whip to do her worst while bending over a bale of hay – because of course this fantasy took place in a stable where she made comments about me being hung like a horse and I begged her to ride me like a cowgirl.

I sat there laughing my head off while chaos broke out all around me. This was my favourite kind of weather. Raining carnage.

Plunger got his dick out, running around and slapping anyone in the face with it who was unfortunate enough to still be sitting down and the guards flew into the crowd, crying out and trying to get everything under control.

When I was seeing stars and wondered if it was worth quickly jerking off to at least enjoy the rush of asphyxiation before I went, Roary released me.

“Why are you hard?” he asked in alarm as I crushed him to the floor and I grinned at him, my teeth still wet with his blood. “Violence is a beautiful mistress, Roary,” I growled. “Don’t you like the way she caresses you from the inside?”

Fuck me, he was hot. All that long, dark hair cascaded around his huge, powerful shoulders as he leaned down to murder me. I could think of worse ways to die.

It was always the quiet ones who were secretly psychotic. And the extra loud ones. I swung between those two camps. Loud, quiet, scary, cute. I was your average friendly murderer. And it sure made life interesting.

There was only one other Fae in the room right now who was oozing lust and that was Plunger who was still dick-slapping anyone he could get close to. If I tried that shit, I’d take someone’s eye out. Wait…is that a turtle head tattooed on his piece?

Eye forks were no laughing matter. Except to me. Because I was laughing my ass off.

"Do you wanna make a crazy pie with me? The recipe includes two hot Fae, a waterfall and my finger in your ass."