Fated To The Alpha: A Paranormal Shifter Romance (20 page)

I had always loved being fucked by Jeremy. That much was certain. He’d always been the best I’d ever had. I had never had any illusions otherwise.

But this… it almost felt like the first time. I could swear, in all the times we’d been together, sex with him had never been this good. I was practically coming already. Maybe it was because I was just that excited about finally being with him again after I’d spent all that time not sure if I ever would, but it really didn’t matter. All that was important was that I had him.

And good god, did he have me.

I grabbed him by the hair and yanked his head up so that I could start raining frantic little kisses all over his face. I honestly had never felt this strongly for anyone before. I got excited enough that I aggressively lunged upward, and ended up rolling us over, while I continued bathing his face in my kisses. “I love you,” I whispered in between rapid-fire kisses. “I love you. I love you.” I continued to repeat that again and again. “I love you so much, Jeremy.”

He didn’t answer verbally, at least not at first.  He finally took hold of my face in his hands, holding me steady and stopping my rain of kisses. And then he just looked at me. And even without him saying it, I could see him thinking the same thing. It was all over his face. It was clearly written in his eyes.

And it was definitely spelled out in his kiss, when he brought my head down to his lips.

I sat upright and started to grind my hips on his lap. I could gaze down at his face, and see his expression of love staring back up at me, while my hands could feel up those wonderful, rock-hard pectorals of his. His strong hands held me by my hips, and slid up and down my sides, feeling up the shape of my figure like a clay sculptor working with his pottery on a turntable. I took hold of his wrists and brought his hands up to grasp my bouncing breasts, and rolled my head back with a moan when he palmed my nipples and began to knead the flesh of my tits.

Jeremy sat up, his hands pressing onto my back as he kissed me deeply, and my arms wrapped around his neck to accept him while my hips continued to move on his lap. We remained like that for a while, sitting up together while making out and steadily fucking, both sets of my lips securely fastened to him.

We only broke that position when he grew too tired to continue sitting up. So in order to keep my mouth attached to his, I had to follow him down, now laying atop him again, my breasts rubbing back and forth on his chest with my humping motions.

He eventually rolled us over again, seeming now like he was trying to devour my whole mouth as he thrust down into me. I found myself caught between being driven to roll my head back to let out a pleasured moan, and yet not wanting to disengage from his lips. So I was left to fill his mouth with the sounds of my pleasure.

I don’t know how long we continued to roll around in the dirt like that. We must have switched between who was on top at least a dozen times. And I think I came almost as many times. But what I did know for sure was that if I’d had my way about it, we never would have stopped.

But all the same, the climax I had right around the time he finally fired off inside was worth having to let it end. I suppose.

Trying to catch my breath while his weight was lying on top of me probably wasn’t the brightest idea, but I wouldn’t have traded the feeling for anything. For a long while, the only sound to be heard, apart from the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves around us, was the sound of our heavy breathing.

The silence was finally broken by Jeremy softly saying, “You know, we are trying to avoid being found. You probably alerted everyone around for miles where we are with the way you screamed.”

I blushed, putting my hands up to my face as I started to laugh. He probably had a point, in all seriousness; there was a good chance that anyone who might have been looking for us might have heard us after all that.  But still, the way he said it was just funny. In a humiliating but also endearing sort of way.

“Seriously, we should probably get moving before someone finds us,” he grunted, as he finally started to peel himself away from my sweaty body.

“Okay,” I sighed. “But let’s not tire ourselves out too much getting wherever we go.”

“Why not?” he asked.

I replied with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous smirk.  “’Cause you’re gonna need more energy for what I’m gonna do to you later, big guy!”

*

I know I’m continuing to beat a dead horse about this point, but there’s really nothing like an extended confinement to make you appreciate the things you usually take for granted. Especially the things that have always made you feel the freest.

When we shifted to our four-legged forms and ran off into the forest, it was like I had almost forgotten what running felt like. Yes, we’d run when we escaped from the Caldour village, but that was just to get away. There wasn’t time then to really appreciate it.

But I sure as hell appreciated it this time. The feel of the wind rushing through my fur, the ground beneath my paws, the world flying by me as I propelled myself forward…

This was what I lived for.

I mean, besides the wolf running beside me. He was the other thing I lived for.

The wind soon brought the scent of a deer to our noses. We immediately changed direction, moving to catch our newly discovered prey. We weaved through trees and brush, catching sight of the docile herbivore moments before it sensed our approach. We were within five feet of it when it finally broke out into a run, racing to escape us. So we had a chase given to us and we responded like the wolves we were.

Rock, tree, rose bush, whatever it may have been that barred our path was paid no mind. We pursued our quarry with single-minded determination. Nothing else mattered but our pursuit.

And like a two-pronged instrument of death, we closed in on the animal, Jeremy leaping at it from the right, catching its throat in his jaws, while I lunged forward from the left, biting into its side. It came down hard, as we stood triumphant over it, and Jeremy squeezed with his jaws on its neck once more, choking the last bit of life from our prey.

For the first time in however long I had been locked away, I ate with pride. I feasted happily on our kill, relishing in the feel of living like a wolf again, instead of like a prisoner. I recalled all the meals that Dad had brought me in that basement that I had simply ignored or pushed away, or even thrown at him. Or if I had eaten at all, it was usually with disinterest and lethargy. It was only when I’d gotten to the point of being so famished that I was ready to eat the house down—which, I kid not, was an idea that had crossed my mind a couple times while I was down there—that I really dug into the food that Dad would bring me.

So now, with the taste of fresh-killed meat in my mouth and the love of my life by my side, I felt like nothing in the world could go wrong again.

Of course, my head knew better, but I allowed myself this moment of elation. I’d had so few of them lately.

After we’d eaten our fill, we rested for a while, and then navigated the forest back to that grove we’d agreed on with Andrea. No one was there when we arrived, so we decided to just chill for a while. We shifted to our two-legged forms and curled up together under a tree.

“So is this what we’re gonna call home for the foreseeable future?” Jeremy asked in a soft voice.

“I could get used to it,” I said. “After living trapped in a basement, anyplace with open air and sky above me will do.”

“Better hope it doesn’t rain,” he remarked.

I chuckled softly. “If it started raining right now, you know what I’d do?”

“Tell me.”

“I’d get up and start dancing in it. Hell, I might even go all Gene Kelly and burst into song.”

Now it was Jeremy’s turn to laugh. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sing before.”

“Well, you’re not missing much.”

“But if it started to rain you’d assail me with it?  What crime could I have committed?”

I playfully smacked him on the chest, laughing merrily as I jumped up onto his chest. “You jerk hole!”

He laughed back, and then we kissed.

“Point is, I’d love a little rain,” I said. “Feeling raindrops falling on my skin… right now, I think that’d be wonderful!”

“And once the pneumonia set in, what then?”

“Then you can carry me in your big strong arms to the big, beautiful house you’ve built for us with your own two hands, and nurse me back to health. Lots of mouth-to-mouth required, of course.”

“Of course,” he said—right before swatting me on the ass.

My mouth dropped open in a scandalized “O”, even as I laughed.

We continued to banter for a while longer, and eventually dozed off under the tree, my head pillowed on his chest.

*

The next thing I remember was waking up slowly, finding the sky beginning to darken. And then finding the faces of Andrea and Charlene looking down at us with adoring little smiles on their faces.

I suddenly sat up, inadvertently waking Jeremy in the process. “Hey, uh… there you are… how long have you two been there?”

“About five minutes maybe,” Charlene shrugged.

“Five minutes?” I gasped. “Why didn’t you wake us?”

“How could we disturb you when you looked so happy there?” Andrea teased. “Besides, you guys are so cute together!”

“Great,” Jeremy muttered. “Just what I was going for.”

“So what’s going on back home?” I asked.

“Well, your mother managed to keep everyone from ripping each other to pieces,” Charlene said. “At least long enough to convince the Morgandorfs to leave before anyone got hurt. So that was a plus. But that was before the word got out that you were gone. Of course, most of the pack seems to be under some kind of impression that a Morgandorf kidnapped you from your dad’s basement while they were all distracted. A lot of them were saying they should never have let the Morgandorfs walk away, and some of them want to go march over to their village to find out where they have you. Apparently, the idea that you might have voluntarily left is a bit too much for some of them to grasp.”

“Well, my pack was a little more calm,” Andrea said  “At least as far as the Caldours were concerned. I had some explaining to do.”

“About what?” Jeremy asked.

“About where
I
went,” she moaned. “I got back right after everyone else did. So, yeah, they did kinda notice I was gone.”

“How’d that go over?” I asked.

Andrea sighed. “Well, Dad got me with that whole ‘answer me now, girly’ stare that he does. You remember, you’ve seen him do that.”

“You mean like that time you weren’t at the howl because you were off making out with Pete in your dad’s bedroom?”

Andrea grimaced. “Yeah.  Like that. Anyway, he started grilling me, and I decided to give him at least part of the true story. I mean nothing about you or Jeremy or Charlene or anything, but I told him that I followed the attack party to the village. Which, you know, my dad considers enough to ground me for twenty years to life. But I couldn’t come up with anything convincing to cover with.”

“How did he take it?” Jeremy asked.

She frowned. “I’m confined to my room for the next three days. Which, technically means I’m breaking parole right now. You’re lucky I’m a trained master of sneaking out.”

“At least it looks like we’re in the clear,” I offered. “That’s something.” Then I took a look at Charlene, and saw the bandages on her, covering her upper arm and shoulder. I cringed. “Damn, Jeremy, that’s what you did to her?”

“Like I said, my idea,” Charlene said, reaching a hand to her shoulder. “Doesn’t even hurt that bad anymore. Really, I’m okay. We all are.” She looked around at us as she said this. “You know, can I just say something?”

I blinked, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve never needed my permission before,” I said. “This should be interesting.”

Charlene paused. “I was a bitch. To all of you. I was brought up to hate Morgandorfs. I never stopped to question it. And I let it come between you and me, Evie.  When you found someone to love, I should have been happy for you, but I could never see past the Morgandorf label. So I said things to you that… I’m sorry. That’s really all I can say. I’m sorry for what I said to you… and you, Jeremy. The things I called you because of where you came from… were wrong. There’s so much I shouldn’t have said. And I know nothing I’ve done now can make up for any of that…”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I said, rising to my feet and stepping toward her. “You’ve done more than I could’ve ever asked for. Literally, I didn’t ask you to take a bite for me,” I added, deadpan. “But you helped get me out of there, and got me back to Jeremy. No amount of words can diminish that.”

Charlene smiled, and I saw a tiny little teardrop falling from her eye. I stepped forward and embraced her, and felt her embrace me back.

“What changed your mind?” Jeremy asked. “Am I that charming?” he added with a smirk.

Charlene chuckled a little. “No, actually, it wasn’t you. It was her,” she said, looking to Andrea.

“Me?”

“However charming Jeremy was, I could always still imagine the face of the conniving, deceitful Morgandorfs I’d always heard about hiding in him somewhere. I was always sure he had some ugly motive behind whatever he was doing, just because it was what I’d been told the Morgandorfs did. But Andrea… this bright-eyed Morgandorf pup who didn’t have a hateful bone in her body… I could just tell that nothing I’d been told about your pack was true about her.”