Fated To The Alpha: A Paranormal Shifter Romance (4 page)

For a minute or so, I worried I wouldn’t be able to find the spot again; after all, I’d been running kind of aimlessly when I found him the first time.  I’d tried to make it a point on my way back to learn the trail, to recognize the sounds and scents to lead me back there.  Soon enough, I stepped out into the area just barely illuminated by the sliver of moonlight streaming through, bouncing off the trickling creek.

I lifted my head and sniffed the air, searching about for the scent of the strange wolf I had met last night.  At first, I smelled nothing, and I began to worry he might not show.  Then the wind blew in just the right direction, and I turned my head as that distinct scent reached my nose.  I hurried forward a few steps, before I shifted back to two legs.

“Jeremy?” I called into the darkness.

“I’m here,” his voice called back.

I saw movement within the gloom, and into the minimal light, his figure emerged.  Any creature with duller senses than mine would never have been able to tell it was he.  But my wolf senses immediately recognized the mysterious stranger from last night.

“I was worried I wouldn’t find you,” I said.

“Really?  Did you have trouble getting away?”

“Not once my father went to bed,” I said.  “I had to wait a long time for that, though.”

He smirked slightly.  “Sneaking out your bedroom window,” he mused.  “Is that a normal thing for you?”

I shook my head.  “No.  I’ve never done anything like this before.  I’ve always been daddy’s girl.”

“Don’t tell me that all changed because of me?”

“No, it’s not all you,” I said, shaking my head again.  “I think it’s because of this whole marriage arrangement.  Dad wants me to marry the alpha so that he can have alpha grandkids.”

“And the question of what you want isn’t even on the table?” he said.

“Something like that,” I said.

“Have you told anyone else how you feel about this?”

“Most of the she-wolves in my pack are so jealous of me, I don’t think they’d believe me if I said I don’t want to marry Leon.  There’s one friend I have who I can kind of talk to, but even she thinks I should just get over myself and realize I’m the luckiest girl in the pack.”

“So no one really gets you, do they?” he said.

I looked up at him. 
I think you do,
I thought.  I didn’t feel comfortable enough to say that out loud.

“Why are you so interested in me?” I suddenly asked.  “Is this a charity case, or are you trying to get inside info?”

His face fell.  “You still think I’m trying to take advantage of you?  Just because you’re a Caldour?”

I shrugged.  “I’ve got to at least consider it, don’t I?  I mean you seem like a nice guy, but… you’re still a Morgandorf.  And I’ve never heard any good things about the Morgandorfs.”

“I’ve never heard any good things about the Caldours, either,” he said.  “But here we are.  And as I recall, you were the one who asked to meet again.”

I sighed.  “Okay, I’m sorry.  Forget I said that.  But I ask again, why are you so interested in me?”

He shrugged.  “Maybe I just find you interesting.  Is that so incredible?”

I eyed him suspiciously.  “Come on, there’s got to be more to it than that.”

“Why?  What’s so uninteresting about you?  Your desire to be independent?  Your struggle with not being allowed to be?  The fact that you have to wander off into the middle of nowhere and unload on a stranger from another pack?  Which, by the way, I’m honored to be the one you feel comfortable enough to open up with, especially when you say you can’t even do that with anyone from your own pack.” 

He paused for an instant and then added, “You know, maybe that’s what it is.  I just like the feeling of being a friendly ear, and you seem like you need one.”

For a minute, I didn’t say anything more.  When I finally did it was a simple, pathetic, “Oh.  Okay.”

He reached out a hand and touched my arm.  “Tell you what: why don’t we go hunt something together?  Isn’t that the best kind of bonding experience two wolves can have?”

I cocked my head, looking at him with a curious grin.  “You want to… bond… with me?”

“Don’t you?” he said.  “Or at least with somebody?”

I grinned wide enough to show my pearly whites.  “After you.”

He shook his head, and gestured forward.  “Ladies first.”

I smiled at him a few seconds longer, and then ran a couple steps forward before shifting into my four-legged form and dashing off into the woods.  I almost immediately could hear his paws running behind me, his breath panting as he ran and his claws gripping the dirt beneath him to propel him forward, just as mine were doing.

As I let him catch up to me, I spared a sideways glance to see his lupine form dashing through the dark forest beside me.  I realized this was a much different run from the one I took with Charlene the other night.  That had been a run to try to get away from my life, to escape the pressures that I was feeling. I just happened to have a friend along with me.  Right now, I was already away from my troubles.  That was why I had come out here to see Jeremy in the first place, I realized.  He had no expectations of me; there were no demands on me with him.  For right now, I had no need to escape.

So this was about something else entirely.

We were running to feel alive.

I wasn’t unaccustomed to this feeling.  Hell, it was how I always used to feel when I took off running after a howl.  That was what it was about when everyone in the pack took off into the woods to find whatever we could kill and eat.

Right now, there was no pack running beside me.

There was just him.

Eventually I caught the scent of a rabbit somewhere in the brush.  I immediately veered off the trail in its direction, with Jeremy following close at my side.  We closed in on the small creature as one, clamping my jaws onto its neck before it even knew we were on it, while Jeremy’s teeth sank into its meaty haunches.

As one, we shared in our meal of the small animal.  This was the first time in days I didn’t feel like I was forcing myself to eat something, or seeking comfort food.  I honestly felt there was no place I would have rather been.

I gulped down the rabbit meat and licked my chops, and then looked at Jeremy as he lifted his head from our kill.  I moved forward, nuzzling my snout against his, making a happy little whine.  When I felt him nuzzling me back, I knew my advances weren’t unwarranted.

So, that was when I went for broke.

I
pounced
on him, tumbling with him to the ground as we rubbed our noses together.  As we rolled about in the dirt, as one, we suddenly shifted to our two-legged forms, finding ourselves entangled in a naked heap on the ground, with our faces just inches apart.

I closed that distance.

I kissed him deep, deeper than I could ever remember kissing anyone before.  I felt his hand come up and grip the back of my head, entangling in my hair, while his other hand stroked along my spine.

When I lifted my head and looked down at him, he said, “You’re pretty forward, aren’t you?”

“It just felt like the thing to do,” I said.  “You’re not complaining, are you?”

“Not for a second.”

With that out of the way, I kissed him again.  I heard myself moaning into his mouth as I fidgeted around on top of him.  I ground my pelvis against him, feeling his manhood hardening beneath me, and my loins began to moisten in response.  His hand came down to cup the curve of my ass, making goose bumps break out across my skin.

He rolled us over, putting himself on top, and ducked his head to capture my tit in his mouth.  I rolled my head back and arched my chest upward, pushing more of my breast into his mouth.  His hand meanwhile slid down my belly, coming to the junction of my legs where my wetness awaited him.  His fingers ducked inside me, making my hips leap up off the ground as I gasped sharply, grabbing him by the wrist.  He slowly began pumping his fingers inside me, his thumb diddling my clit, playing me like a musical instrument.  It was certainly making some kind of music come out of me.

By the time I felt my juices trickling down my ass, I was worked up beyond the point of waiting any longer.  I reached down and grabbed the stiff tool that jutted from his loins, stroking it in my hand.  “Put it in me, please!” I begged.

He didn’t disappoint me.  He maneuvered himself between my spread legs, and down he plunged.

My head lolled to the side, letting out a loud groan as he parted my nether lips.  He slowly began working his way into me, one thrust at a time.  He got an inch or two in on the first thrust, and got progressively deeper, bottoming out on about thrust number five.  At that point, my hands came up to wrap around his shoulders, embracing him to me as he proceeded thrusting inside me.

Most of the times I would hook up with guys before had been just random, casual encounters after a howl.  It usually was about nothing more than the excitement of the moment, and the thought that went into choosing a partner had rarely been more complicated than who was nearest to me when the mood struck.  It was just how a pack typically lived; socialize normally with them most of the time, but during a howl, inhibitions went out the window, and everyone could be as promiscuous as they wanted.

There had been a few guys over the years whom I’d been with outside of the howls, but none of them had ever been serious.  It was always just about “scratching each other’s itch,” so to speak.  I honestly couldn’t remember a time I’d hooked up with someone when my choice of partner had been anything other than just convenient.

This was nothing like that.  This wasn’t a case of me simply wanting to be fucked.  I wanted to be fucked by
him
.  I wanted
Jeremy
.

With that in mind, I clutched his body that much tighter, wanting to envelop him whole.  My legs came up, hugging his hips and wrapping about him as I tried to urge him on.  My mouth hung open as he gradually sped up his thrusting, driving me to greater heights of pleasure.  My pelvis moved up to meet his thrusts, rubbing my clit along his pelvic bone.

I rode the wave of mounting sensation in my loins, coming steadily closer to something I had never achieved just from straight fucking before.  When I realized he was getting close to making me climax, it only made me that much more excited, and only served to get me even closer.  “Oh god,” I gasped, “I think I’m gonna cum!  Fuck me faster!”

He responded by speeding up just as I asked him to, and I felt my impending orgasm coming closer.  I let it come, welcoming it with open arms, letting it take me over.

When it finally came, I let loose, thrashing my body beneath his weight, screaming to the night sky.  I think I heard the leaves rustling about me as the creatures in the trees fled from the sound of my cries, but I was so delirious at that point, it was hard to be sure.

When I came down from my high and regained my senses, Jeremy was still thrusting.

I suddenly held up a hand to stop him.  “Wait, stop, I need a minute,” I said.  I was a bit too sensitive after my orgasm to continue right away.  He sat up and pulled out of me, exposing his glistening wet cock to the moonlight.  I bent forward, slurping him into my mouth, tasting the tangy flavor of myself on him.  My head bobbed back and forth on his pole, my cheeks caving in around him, sucking him voraciously.  I heard a grunt of appreciation come from him, and I felt his hand running through my hair.

When I felt I’d given my pussy enough of a break, I got up and turned over on my hands and knees, putting my ass upright in his direction.  He took hold of my hips, stroking the curve of my ass as he positioned himself behind me.  He slotted his cock in my opening and pushed forward, burying himself in a single thrust this time.  I grunted hard, digging my fingers into the dirt.