Alpha Prime: Shiftily Ever After(37)

She gasped and wriggled under his touch, biting her lip to hold back a groan as tension began to coil in her belly. Miles curled his fingers, beckoning to her orgasm, then he withdrew his deft, clever touch. She mewled a protest, left panting with unfulfilled arousal.

He kissed her again – a deep, hungry kiss, full of passion and desire and days of bottled-up need, and she groaned into his mouth when she felt the head of his thick erection, slippery with precum, probing her.

She dug her fingertips into the taut globes of his ass, urging him inside her with whispered pleas.

When he entered her, they both moaned, the sensation almost too good to bear.

“God, Jamie, you’re so tight…”

Again she felt a brief flash of discomfort and wanted to say, “Dakota. Please, call me by my real name…” But when he started to move inside her, coherent speech became impossible. Lucid thought fled. She was lost to the sensation of Miles driving into her body with forceful, greedy thrusts.

She scraped her fingernails up his back, feeling the muscles bunch and relax underneath his smooth, sweat-sheened skin. With every thrust of his hips, he drove himself to the hilt inside her, and the sweet tension coiling inside her wound tighter and tighter. His every gasp and groan sparked tingling excitement between her thighs. His face was set in harsh lines of concentration, his brows drawn together and his lips slightly parted.

For a moment his rhythm stuttered and he held himself still above her, biting his lip and breathing hard, holding on to his control by a thread.

The sight of his desire for her etched on his face was so unbearably erotic that Dakota clung to him and cried out helplessly as something broke inside her and pleasure swept through her like a storm.

Her orgasm was too much for him, and his control snapped. He clutched the backs of her thighs, fingers digging into her soft skin as he pounded into her, frantic with pleasure, releasing himself inside her.





Chapter Fourteen




Naomi raised an eyebrow as Dakota tiptoed in through the front door at five a.m.

“Er…I went for a walk in the woods and got lost?” Dakota suggested.

“Of course you did. Wait, shifters don’t get lost. So walk of shame, I take it?”

“That would assume I feel shame.”

Naomi held out a cup of coffee to her. “Drink this, you shameless wench. The cubs are all still asleep. Baldwin and I helped them do their homework last night. John’s starting to get excited about learning to read.”

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver,” Dakota said, sipping the coffee. She watched a truck driving up to the center of the clearing. “I wonder who’s here on a Sunday morning at five a.m.”

Naomi joined her, and they watched half a dozen men troop over to Jefferson, who trotted up to them in wolf form and shifted into human form. After they spoke, the men all went to the meeting house, and Jefferson ran to Miles’s cabin.

“It could be nothing,” Naomi said, her forehead puckered in worry.

“Mmm. No. It doesn’t look like nothing.” Miles and Jefferson were headed to the meeting house now.

Dakota waited until they were all inside, then said, “I’m going to go listen in.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“No. When has that ever stopped me?” Dakota quickly pulled off her clothes and shifted into wolf form. Naomi sighed and joined her, and the two of them slunk through the clearing and crouched down in a clump of underbrush near the cabin.

Dakota only had to get within a hundred yards of the cabin to be able to hear them.

“There’s too many of them,” one of them said. “Just give them the girl and maybe they’ll back down.”

She felt a clutch of panic. Were they talking about Sarah? They couldn’t have Sarah.

“No, they wouldn’t.” That was Anders speaking. “We give in to one of their demands and they’ll demand more.”

“It’s off the table anyway,” Miles snapped. “We’re not handing over a thirteen-year-old girl. She is under our pack protection.”

Her grandfather must have sold her again. Or maybe he’d demanded that she be returned to him. That wasn’t happening; he’d let those cubs grow up in a hell of abuse, he’d sold Sarah to be a child bride…Dakota would die before she let him take her back.

“If they send Ludwik’s men up here, we’re in trouble,” argued a voice she didn’t recognize.

“We’re stronger than they are,” Miles said. “We stand firm. Unless you want to leave our pack alliance.”

“I’m going to have to,” the man said. “It’s too risky.”