Wanted by the Alphas(44)
They undress each other quickly. The wind chill is no longer a factor with his body radiating heat. She takes in the sight of his taut, lean muscles and the eight-pack on his abdomen. She knows that he didn’t get this body by working out in the gym. Like Jared, it is carved out from the running he does in his shape-shifted form.
He drinks in her mouth as though it is a font. Then he trails his teeth gently down her throat. She remembers how sharp his teeth were in his wolf form, and a delicious shudder ripples through her at the thought of how easily he can rend her flesh.
But he is so gentle – so wonderfully gentle – as he runs his tongue down the soft curve of her Adam’s apple, and then onto the depression between her collarbones. Then down, down to the soft swelling of her breasts. Her nipples are very engorged, and he takes her left one in between his teeth and bites down upon her flesh gently.
“Ohhhh,” she gasps.
He closes his mouth around her nipple and sucks with passion. With each suck, she can feel the upward tug on her groin, sending her clit into paroxysm of need. Intuiting this, his hand roams down her abdomen to her pussy, where his fingers bury into her pubic thatch. He parts her pussy lips and scissors her clit.
“Ohhhh!” She arches her back as the pleasure explodes in her clit. If she lets herself go, she will come in front of him right here.
His fingers dig into the grooves between her labia. She trashes her head left and right, trying to contain the violent pleasure into manageable proportions. He kneads her clit and ultra-sensitive grooves. His movements are firm and pressured, until finally, the need within her explodes with shocking intensity.
She screams her orgasm into the air.
But he is relentless. His hands continue to mock and tease her as his mouth and tongue make creative designs upon her hard nipples and breasts.
“I want to be inside you,” he whispers.
He turns from her body for a minute, and she feels the acute chill of the mountain air. But he is back, and his huge cock glistens with the sheath of a condom. She is already very wet. He positions his cock at the creaming aperture of her pussy and makes one swift thrust.
She gasps at the sudden penetration and expansion of her vaginal walls.
He lowers his body against hers – chest to chest, abdomen to abdomen – and starts to move. His beautiful face is above hers. His pupils are very dilated and his features are full of heavy meaning.
His breathing is ragged as he says, “I have to warn you something about us wolves.”
“What?” Her pants are coming out fast and short.
“When we mate . . . we mate for life.”
Her body is too consumed with pleasure for her to fully comprehend it. As they ride each other to their respective climaxes, the full meaning of what he said echoes in her skull like a clanging bell.
She has no idea then how propitious it would be.
THE CHALLENGE
It comes very close to Samhain.
Shannon has been going out openly with Kirk for the good part of two weeks now. Their newfound happiness is the talk of the clinic.
“You sly one, you!” Patty Kane punches her in the arm. “You’ve been holding out on the rest of us. First, Lucien Walker, the millionaire, and now Kirk Fitzpatrick. Did you know those are the two most eligible bachelors in this side of Oregon state? We want details! This is the first time the boss has ever dated anyone we actually know of.”
Shannon doesn’t think she should be giving away the details of her love life away to Patty, who would make sure the entire Dolphin’s Bay community knows about it by sundown.
Patty seems disappointed when she elects to demurely keep mum about it.
“At least he isn’t gay,” the nurse sniffs.
Shannon laughs. “But you were always trying to convince everyone else of the fact.”
“I know. And I now I know it’s because he hasn’t met the right woman.” There is a trace of envy in Patty’s voice, even though she is married with two kids. “Well, try to keep him in your sights, honey. There are plenty of women all lining up to take your place, if you know what I mean.”
Patty says this not as a threat but in the blunt, good-natured way in which she always says things. Shannon is used to her by now.
“Frankly,” Patty confesses, “I much prefer you dating Kirk than Lucien Walker. I’ve always had my suspicions about the Walkers.”
“I know . . . the fact they are witches and all.” Shannon rolls her eyes.
“Don’t laugh. It’s an open secret here. At least Kirk is an all-American boy without a single supernatural bone in his body.”
Shannon has to stop herself from laughing out loud.
Still, as Halloween approaches, she can’t help thinking more and more of Lucien. He has made no contact with her whatsoever, and that is only to be expected. He has been seen around town with his fiancée, Flora Janssen, who has been described as a pretty redhead. Very sophisticated, because she is from a big city. She has been seen in bridal shops trying out dresses and at cake shops selecting the largest wedding cake they can offer.