Captured - Cara Wylde Page 0,49

I’d had her before. At least a dozen times. She was wild and fiery in bed. I walked up to her, and she straightened her back.

“Are you busy, Layla?”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“I’m always free for you, Jax.”

I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her toward my cabin. She giggled and followed me like a good bitch who knew that she would soon get a fast, hard pounding. We went inside, I closed the door behind me, and locked it. At the sight of the two of us together, Isabel jumped to her feet. I grinned at her. Without a word, I started pulling at Layla’s clothes. She was naked in seconds. She threw herself at me, and we kissed like our lives depended on it. She wrapped one long, strong leg around my waist, and I grabbed her ass to lift her up.

“What are you doing?” Isabel had made herself small in a corner of the room, which gave Layla and I perfect access to my bed. “Jax, who is she? Jax, I’m here! You’re not… you’re not going to fuck her while I’m here…”

“And why not?” I growled. I pushed Layla onto the bed, and she smiled up at me, spreading her legs. Her cunt was wet and ready. I turned to Isabel. “I can fuck whoever I want.”

Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, and her chin started trembling. “Then let me go. I’ll go back to Thorn.”

“No!” I walked over to her, my cock bouncing, drawing her attention to it. I wanted to throw her to the floor, rip off her clothes, and bury my dick in her. The sight of Isabel crying and begging turned me on more than the sight of Layla lazily stroking her pussy as she waited for me. “You will sit right here and watch.” I grabbed Isabel by the shoulders and planted her on the couch. “And don’t make a damn sound.”

She started crying harder. “Why are you doing this? Aren’t I good enough for you? You can fuck me. Please. I’m yours. You can do whatever you want to me, I can take it.”

“No,” I growled. “I don’t want to fuck you. If you think your cunt is special, well… flash news! It’s not. Layla here has a great cunt.” She tried to cover her eyes with her hands, but I grabbed her wrists and squeezed until she whimpered in pain. “I’m going to fuck her, and you’re going to watch. If I catch you covering your eyes, we’re done. You’re done.”

She didn’t know what that meant. Would the punishment be kicking her out of the pack? Would it be death? I saw all these questions in her eyes, and more. Her pain made my dick twitch. I needed release. I left her on the couch and went back to Layla. I pulled her up, turned her around, and threw her over the table facing Isabel. I wanted to keep an eye on the human female. I took Layla from behind, and the she-wolf mewled when my cock entered her in one swift motion. She was tight and hot, but she didn’t feel quite right. It was embarrassing to admit that my dick kind of softened as I thrust in and out of her. I had to focus really hard, because the last thing I needed was for Layla to tell the other pack females later that I’d fucked her with a soft dick. I furrowed my brows, fixed my dark gaze onto Isabel, and clenched my jaw.

What had I been thinking? I didn’t want Layla. She’d been a good lay before, when I hadn’t known Isabel, but now… her cunt was lackluster. No matter how much she undulated her hips and thrust back to meet me, she just didn’t do it for me. But I wasn’t going to give up. I needed to cum, and I needed to knot her, or my reputation would be damaged. So I pounded away, all the while staring at Isabel’s plump lips, at the tears streaming down her pale face, at her hands clasped into fists in her lap. I imagined that I was inside Isabel’s pussy, not Layla’s. That helped harden my cock enough to make Layla scream and cum. Her walls throbbed around me, and with a grunt and extreme focus, I managed to shoot my seed inside her. My knot swelled, but it wasn’t as big and hard as it usually was. Within minutes, it shrunk back, and I