Enslaved by the Alpha: Part One (Shifters of Nunavut Book 1) by Viola Rivard Page A

that.”
    “You are still alive,” he pointed out. “And Zane is much more amiable than I.”
    Her eyes narrowed on him. “So what do you want with me then?”
    What did he want with her?
    Erik scratched his stubbled chin before replying. “I am curious to see if fucking a human is as good as they say it is.”
    He was impressed when she didn’t flinch. “What if it is? Aren’t you worried that I’ll ruin you for all other females for the rest of your life?”
    Erik would have laughed if his cock hadn’t throbbed so intensely at the notion. Unconsciously, his hips bucked against her.
    In a low voice, he said, “Don’t assume I won’t fuck you right here in front of everyone.”
    That silenced her.
    Erik considered making good on his threat, but realized that he didn’t want to. He wanted to be alone the first time they coupled, so that he could indulge in whatever strange urges his wolf had. He wanted to lose himself in her, and then find himself, and then lose himself all over again.
    She was staring at his eyes again. Many males that had done so were dead. Some females as well, though only when the gesture had been an outright challenge for dominance. Occasionally a female would grow too attached to him, would begin assuming that having his sexual favor meant more than it did. Inevitably, she would start testing him in small ways. She might try to take a dominant position during sex, or try stealing a kiss. He would always wrestle back control and rebuff her attempts at intimacy, but when her eyes began to meet his, he knew it was time to cut her off.
    Erik had always assumed this was an instinctive response by his wolf. But when the human looked at his eyes, he could almost feel his wolf peering back at her. He realized that unlike the females that had come before her, she wasn’t staring at his eyes. She was staring into them. What did she think she would find in there? And why did it make his wolf so fucking excited?
    He almost growled when he noticed Sten returning. Had he been gone long enough to bathe the pup or had he instead passed her off to one of the females?
    Erik adopted a rigid posture, signaling to the other male that he did not want to be interrupted. Sten took notice. He shifted and made his way over to a pair of wolves. They were gnawing on a caribou shank, but abandoned it as the beta male approached. Sten flopped down beside the shank, dust floating up around his grey fur. He set to picking the meat from the bone, though Erik could tell that he was watching them.
    Satisfied, Erik glanced back down to regard the female. Her chocolate eyes were no longer on his face, but were instead roaming over his arms and chest with blatant desire.
    He was not sure what to make of her. She claimed that she did not want him, and that in itself should have dissuaded him from pursuing her. In spite of what she believed, he had no interest in forcing himself on her. Erik did not live by any particular moral code—if he had a goal, he would obtain it by any means necessary. But he had always held a particular disdain for rape. To him, it was something that others resorted to when they were incapable of securing a partner on their own merits.
    Even in his youth, Erik had not had trouble finding a willing female. Back then, it had not been unusual for a female to feign disinterest in an effort to get his attention. He had considered that this was what the human was doing. It was either that, or she was so repressed as to be ignorant of her own body’s desires.
    When she saw that he’d noticed her staring, the human looked away. Lips twisting with embarrassment, she squirmed uncomfortably beneath him. The fabric of her pants brushed against his cock, and she might as well have grasped him in her hand with as much as it excited him.
    Aren’t you worried that I’ll ruin you for all other females for the rest of your life?
    No, he wasn’t worried about that. She was his, to do with as he pleased, for as long