ALPHA(36)

“Jesus, I think you’ve killed me.”

I grabbed his face as he looked at me with a boyish grin on his face, which completely transformed him. Even if just for this one moment, it was like all the worries he carried around with him had gone, and we were the only two people left in the world. There was nothing between us; all we could focus on was each other.

“Don’t die just yet, we haven’t got to the best part.”

I stroked his cheeks with my thumbs, reaching my face up to kiss him before collapsing back on to the bed again.

“Well I think I’m broken, I don’t think I can take anymore.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll do all the hard work. Just let me make you feel good.”

The first thrust took me by surprise and I moaned from the exquisite pleasure of him inside me.

“Don’t stop!” I cried out, clutching his shoulders as he pounded in to me with a ferocity that had me seeing stars and screaming out. I wasn’t even ashamed of the noises I was making, and how the whole street could probably hear how amazing Jackson was making me feel. All rational thought had left my brain, and I squeezed him to me as he picked up the pace, taking me with the kind of animalistic ferocity I had always been craving. Wow, clearly all I needed was a hot shifter man to give me exactly what I need. Actually, that was a lie. All I needed was Jackson.

Suddenly, he let out a deep moan in my ear and I felt him pulsing inside of me as he found his release.

I didn’t know how long we stayed like that - cradled in each other’s arms - but I’d never felt safer than with him lying on top of me, his body heat enveloping me in warmth and his hands softly playing with my hair. I knew I should have said something, or gone and taken a shower but I just couldn’t bring myself to move right at that moment. Jackson made the decision for me, pushing himself up and rolling on to his side. I felt empty without him inside of me, and worried about how addicted I was to him already. How could I ever let him go? His left hand continued to play with my hair, while his right one stroked my cheek and I reached my hand up to hold it in place. I placed a kiss in his palm, and he smiled at me. God, how did I get this lucky?





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“So, sister! How is everything? Well, don’t tell me everything. You’re dating my big brother and that means some things should definitely just be on a need to know basis!” Blake laughed that infectious laugh, and I slapped him playfully on the chest.

“Everything is great, apart from the obvious infuriation at being followed by a bunch of watchdogs everywhere I go.”

“Dogs? Ouch!” He clutched his chest as if my words had wounded him, before winking and smiling the toothy grin that I’d just come to associate with him. As cheesy as it sounded, these guys were my family now, and Blake had definitely risen to the challenge of being the irritating older brother I had always wanted.

We were currently sitting in the town centre, enjoying a cup of coffee and loving the rare sunshine which had been in abundance the past few days. I had wanted to enjoy a nice cup of coffee all by myself, and maybe bring my laptop to get some writing done underneath the sunshine. However, Jackson had absolutely insisted the enforcers continue to follow me, despite the last few days being relatively peaceful, hence why my quiet ‘me’ time was filled with Blake’s incessant chattering. I’d refused the watchdogs, but had agreed to a compromise. As long as Blake came with me, all of the other enforcers would leave us be, attending to other tasks. I wouldn’t feel like I was constantly being watched, and Jackson could relax in the knowledge that Blake could protect me, with enforcers sure to be nearby just in case.

“You know he’s only doing it because he cares about you.”

I smiled at Blake, and laughed at his goofy expression as he tried to fit an entire jammie dodger in his mouth. Honestly, the guy was attractive but he was also a total pig sometimes. I loved the entire pack completely, but Blake seemed to hold a special place in my heart. I couldn’t help but admire his constant optimism and love for life.

“So, you’re telling me you would do the same?”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve gotta be honest, I’m a hopeless romantic. I’m always looking for love, and when I find it? Jesus, no-one is going to take that away from me. If I find a woman who I strive to be better for, who I think about every minute of the day, and who puts up with my constant need for affection, then you can bet your ass I’m gonna protect her. We look after what’s ours, and a love like that is worth fighting for and fighting to live for. Jackson’s been lucky enough to find that with you, and I can’t blame him for wanting to keep you safe. So yeah, I’d do the same thing.”