The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Dancing on the dance floor by the beach was fun, although I had to push his hands away from my ass and move away when he tried to grind on me. This kind of crap was why I didn’t like dating human males. A player like Skip didn’t want to be my friend. He wanted to party and drink with hot women all night in public, then have a hot fuck in his bed. He expected me to drop my panties like every other girl because he was Skip Bonino.

I wasn’t impressed, and I wasn’t interested. At least with werewolf males, if I said I was waiting for my mate, they would back off, and we could just have fun.

Skip pounded the rest of his drink and set it on a table. Taking my hand, he guided us to a dark spot on the dance floor. His hands were all over me as he tried to take advantage of the relative privacy. “Stop,” I said, as Skip pushed the shoulder strap of my bikini top off my shoulder. I put it back, shooting him a glare. He’d behave for a minute, but then a hand would go after my ass or tits. “It’s time for this date to end before I have to kick his ass in public,” I sent to Colleen.

“I’ll get a car brought around,” she said. She walked off to talk to a hotel employee.

Seeing my minder leave only emboldened the drunken male. He grabbed my left arm and started dragging me off the dance floor towards one of the beach cabanas. “Call an ambulance while you’re at it,” I said.

“STOP,” I told him.

“I’ve got a cabana reserved, and no one will disturb us while I give you the fucking you deserve,” he replied.

“LET. ME. GO.” I could see a cameraman in the shadows, and I didn’t want to get in a fight unless I needed to. I was not going anywhere with him willingly, though.

Instead of doing releasing me, he pulled me until my back was against his chest, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “Not until you can’t walk straight, bitch. You’ll love it.”

That was enough. I raked the edge of my sandal down his left shin, following that up with an elbow to Skip’s exposed ribs. I use the surprise to drop and twist out of his grip, rolling away in the sand as he fell on his ass.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Skip was now drunk AND pissed off. “BITCH,” he said as he scrambled back to his feet, a little unsteady.

“Walk away while you can,” I said as I eased into a fighting stance.

“I’m going to enjoy breaking you,” he said. He was a good six inches taller and had sixty pounds on me, but he wasn’t a fighter. He tried to bull rush me, but I ducked under his arms and shot my knee into his stomach. It was a hard shot that sent him to his hands and knees. All of those expensive drinks and the fancy food came up in one long retch.

He wiped his mouth as he got up, his anger evident. Now he wanted to hurt me, and since he didn’t stay down, it was time to end this. Skip lunged forward and reached for my neck, but I grabbed his shirt as I dropped down and put my foot into his stomach. I used his momentum to toss him over my head with my leg as I rolled onto my back. He landed heavily on the wet sand, groaning in pain. I walked over to him as he was trying to get up to his hands and knees. “I’m going to fuck you up,” he said as he pushed himself up to his knees.

“You should learn that NO means NO,” I said before I kicked his upper left arm from the side. I heard the bone snap, and Skip screamed in pain. “Thanks for dinner,” I said as I turned around.

Colleen was waiting for me. “I can’t take you anywhere,” she said with a grin. “The ambulance is pulling up now.”

I nodded, taking the towel to wipe off the sand, then pulling the dress back over me. “I suppose I’ll have to explain this to the cops,” I told as the officers came out of the hotel.

“Nah. Our photographer was smart enough to videotape the whole thing when you told him to stop. He wasn’t the only one, either. You’re going to be famous for your fighting now, too.”

“Wonderful,” I said. “Let’s get it over with.” It took an hour to give my statement, and I showered and went right to bed when I got back to our hotel.

The next morning’s shoot was at a tall waterfall on the big island, so we had to meet Mercedes at the airport and fly there by helicopter. Colleen was right; the video had hit the internet within minutes, and the news had been playing it as we ate breakfast. I was expecting Mercedes to be mad when she showed up. “I’m sorry,” I said.

“For what? That asshole got what he deserved. You kicked ass and looked great doing it, in a Bodyglove bikini,” she said. “Your fight was on every channel in the world this morning, and no one blames you except Skip. You told him to stop, he announced his intention to rape you, and he got his ass kicked for it. My phone has been ringing since midnight, Vicki. Press interest in your appearance at the Surf Shop is off the charts!” This morning was the last photoshoot, as my schedule had me signing autographs and talking to fans at the store from two to four this afternoon. “Could you do a press conference before the signing? PLEASE?”

“You better feed me,” I said as Mom rolled her eyes. “And we can’t short the fans. As long as there is a line, I’m going to sign,” I said. I didn’t sign the pictures and posters Mom had printed at the Bodyglove events unless a fan brought it in. Mercedes made sure some of the best shots from my first shoot became posters that bore the Bodyglove logo by my name, and they were free.

“As long as we finish by six. We have the Executive Dinner and the reveal of the best shots from this week’s shoot starting at seven. You’re going to wow them, Vicki.” At my first modeling job, the bruises on my ribs and face had to be hidden by my poses or erased digitally. I’d fully healed since then, and Hawaii was a beautiful backdrop. I couldn’t wait to see the photos we took yesterday.

My fans deserved my time, I’d vowed earlier. I was still amazed at how much money we’d raised for shark research in just one month. We’d placed a second order for more of the trackers, since we shattered our fundraising goal. We already had over five hundred tags active, with more coming online every day. Tomorrow, I was going out with Ocean and her team to tag Hawaiian Tiger Sharks with a documentary team. Our cheaper tags had a considerable advantage over previous designs; you could attach it to the end of a pole, then push it towards the shark’s dorsal fin from the front or back. The clamp would trigger when the edge of the dorsal hit the fold of the tag, so you could tag without capturing the shark first. The new method meant a lot less stress on the sharks, and a lot more sharks you could tag in a day.

I couldn’t talk the pilot into letting me have the controls on the return trip, which was the only bad part of the day. The press conference was chaotic, but the video was as clear as my story. It gave me a chance to talk about respect for women and the meaning of no. I don’t think Skip would be getting as many dates once his compound fracture healed.