Pack Alpha (5 page)

Her lips moved under his while she clawed at the shirt on his back. Knowing she was as out of control as he was feeling was amazing. It seemed there was much more to this woman than he had thought. He didn’t know why he’d expected Marissa to be timid but she wasn’t. She was demanding and rough and he fucking loved it. With one kiss he was afraid he had become addicted. She tasted like heaven.

Gage growled in the back of his throat as he tightened his hold on her hair. She yanked at the soft black shirt he wore, trying to tug the fabric up.

He moved his mouth to her neck where he nibbled the sensitive flesh.

“Yes,” she encouraged. “Yes.” Kneading the muscles on his back. Dragging her nails down painfully.

Gage hissed while lifting her so she could wrap her arms and legs around him, letting her rub along the steel rod hidden by jeans.

“Please.” She rubbed herself harder against him. “Please.”

Gage knew he should stop the mating before it went too far, but he didn’t. It wasn’t his wolf in control, but the man. And the man wanted this woman under him naked, bucking, begging, and the wolf was urging him on.

“Oh, God. I’m burning for you. Please.” Marissa’s mouth was everywhere on him. He could swear he felt her canines lengthen as she licked and sucked his neck.

Hitching her higher around his waist, he walked deeper into the trees. They would give him plenty of cover as he took this woman.

Chapter Three

The grass met Marissa’s back as Gage laid her down. His weight quickly covered her, sending electric currents through her body.

His eyes met hers briefly before he reclaimed her mouth. This kiss wasn’t as forceful as the last, but more coaxing. As if he was trying to get her body to trust his. Her body didn’t care about trust—it just wanted him hard and fast. She didn’t want to have to think about anything other than Gage buried deep inside her.

When his mouth started to trail down, she took the opportunity to pull off his torn shirt. Well, she guessed she’d ripped that earlier. Oh well. He could probably afford another. She yanked the remaining material from his body to be able to run her palms over his hard chest. He sat up between her legs. His gaze burned into her as he slowly lifted the T-shirt. He had more control, more patience than she did, so Marissa raised her hand to help.

He slapped her hand away. “Mine,” he growled at her.

She moaned, couldn’t hold the sound in. Why was he turning her on so much with his dominance? She normally took control during her sexual encounters. Not this time—Gage was in control and she was wetter and hotter than she’d ever been before.

Marissa tried to close her legs in hope of relieving the ache between them, but he only spread his knees wider, moving her legs with him. If she had been naked, she would have been spread completely open for him. The way she wanted to be.

“Gage. Now. Please, now.”

He bent his head and smiled at her. “Giving the Alpha orders, little one?” He ran his tongue over the silky cup of her bra. “You shall be punished for that.”

That sounded like heaven to her. Whatever he wanted, just this once, she craved someone else taking control. When he licked one hard nipple through the silk, Marissa’s body jerked.

“Oh, please.”

Running his teeth over the opening clasp of her bra, he chuckled. “You will beg, little one. Before I am finished, you will beg.” He used his teeth to tear open her bra.

Marissa thought she might explode right there when his hot, moist mouth covered her nipple. She lifted her hands to the back of his head to hold him to her. Her body screamed for more.

Without removing his mouth, he grabbed her hands and placed them over her head. “Keep your hands there,” he told her before moving to the other breast and nipple.

Marissa tried—she really did—but when his body started moving down hers, her hands went automatically to his shoulders. Gage growled and nipped at her wrist. The sharp pain had her gasping and arching into him at the same time. He placed her hands back over her head and gave her a stern look, before trailing his tongue down her body.

Liquid fire slid over her, around her, and in her. Marissa desperately tried to grab onto anything to keep her hands still. Clawing at the grass and dirt, she dug her fingers in, trying to anchor herself. She’d never felt this hot, this needy. He was torturing her.

Skipping the cotton shorts she wore, Gage leisurely brought one of her legs up and ran his tongue behind her knee. She hoped her moans were telling him exactly how much she liked what he was doing. He followed the path from her knee to the edge of her shorts.

“Yes. Yes,” she repeated over and over, moving her head from side to side.

Gage slowly started to peel the shorts off. The crotch was wet and she should have been embarrassed but she was past caring. As he paused to smell, she whimpered. He was undoing her with every deliberate action.

“Little wolf is dripping for me,” he said, his husky voice in contrast to his slow exploration.

He wanted her, she knew that. But he was taking his sweet time.

“Yes. Yes, I am,” she admitted.

He dragged her shorts all the way off then threw them behind him. With a gentle touch, he ran one finger over the crotch of her silk panties. The only barrier left on her. “Wet. So wet and hot.”

Leaning over, he closed his mouth over the silk and sucked. Then, with a quick yank, he removed them.

“Oh. God. Oh. Please.” Marissa moved her legs together to hold him in place.

Pressing both hands on her thighs, he opened them back up. “Do you not have any control over your body?” he teased. “Hold still.”

Hold still? Was he joking? She was going to go insane.

He pulled away from her enough for her to see him. He ran his dark gaze over her body and Marissa shuddered at the look of pure lust on his face. When he sat back she could have screamed.

“Don’t stop!” she demanded, desperate to feel him inside her.

Lifting that elegant eyebrow, Gage gave her an annoyed expression. “Orders again? You just can’t help yourself, can you?”

Before she could respond, Marissa found herself flipped and on all fours. She dug her hands and knees into the ground again. “Yes. I mean, no. I mean… Please just take me.”

Marissa felt his hard-on through the rough material of his jeans as he leaned his body over hers. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes. Oh please, yes.”

Gage’s hand left her, and she heard his zipper being pulled down. She prayed he was releasing himself from the confines of his jeans. Then he ran his hands along her flank and over her curves, pressing his naked body against hers. Marissa almost yowled in pleasure.

Marissa arched for him. If she could just get him inside… She started to reach back with one hand.

“No. Don’t move,” he ordered.

She screamed in frustration, but he only laughed at her.

“No control.” Placing a kiss in the small of her back, he pulled away again.

Marissa turned her head to complain and was shocked by the feel of his hand on her ass.

Smack.

“Ahhhhhhhhh.” Bracing herself with her hands, Marissa trembled. “What?”

“Need to learn manners.”

Smack.

Marissa cried out again. The pain was fading into a deep pleasure that she’d never felt before.

“Need to learn restraint.”

Smack. Smack.

“I… What…? No!” What was he doing to her? Should she ask him to stop? She didn’t want him to but still…

“Someone should have taught you to follow orders a long time ago.”

Smack.

It hurt. And it felt good. How could it feel good? She’d never been one to enjoy pain with sex, but with Gage, it seemed to fit perfectly.

Gage landed three more slaps. She lifted up each time, meeting his hand. The sharp pain only made her hotter. Made her hungrier for him. She’d never been spanked in her life. Her clit throbbed. She could taste blood from where she was biting her lip. Her mind filled with emotions she didn’t understand but didn’t really care about.

He stopped spanking her to rub his hands over her ass then slipped a finger between her folds, and she couldn’t hold in another moan. He thrust his finger inside before pulling out and positioning himself behind her.

One hand drove into her hair and he yanked her head back as he plunged inside her willing body. He filled her completely with the first thrust, causing her to scream. She hadn’t gotten a good look at his cock before, and she now knew that he was well endowed. So big and hard. Marissa wished she could have gotten her mouth on him but since he was riding her she couldn’t really complain.

As he moved in and out with deep slow strokes, Marissa’s body stretched to accommodate him, but the stretch felt amazing. Each time he pushed into her, she slammed herself back to meet his thrusts.

Their rhythm flowed like a dance while the speed picked up and he rode her harder. She kept her head bent and her eyes tightly closed and tried to hang on to the magical feeling of belonging. Both of his hands now held her hips tightly, his strokes growing shorter and more desperate. Unable to hold out any longer, Marissa lifted her head and cried out into the wild as her orgasm ripped through her body.

“Yes. Let me hear you,” he told her, pounding inside harder.

Three more thrusts and he exploded inside her, releasing his seed deep and taking her through completion once again.

Marissa regained all her senses back slowly. The grass that she had collapsed on was wet, but she hadn’t noticed earlier. Her cheek rested in a patch of dirt that her hands had been clawing at.

The weight of Gage, while heavy, was comforting. Breathing in, she held his masculine scent. She wanted to remember all of this once he abandoned her. He started to lift off her, and she barely held back a sigh at the loss of his warmth. Gage fell onto his back, but she kept her eyes closed. Her hair was probably messed and she no doubt had a sleepy, satisfied look, but she couldn’t be bothered with details like that. Gage had fucked every care from her.

He surprised her by reaching over and covering her bottom with his palm. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

Damn if she didn’t sound content and relaxed. The tension in her body seemed to have disappeared completely. When Gage leaned over and replaced his hands with his lips, she couldn’t find any reason to tell him to stop. His tongue was cool against the skin of her heated flesh. Being with him had been the best sexual experience of her life.

Her eyes were still closed but Gage surprised her—using the lightest pressure, he nipped then licked at her skin. Then awareness slammed back into her.

Her eyes flew open and she lifted her head. “You
spanked
me!”

Throwing one arm over her legs to hold her in place as she tried to turn over, Gage said, “So I did.”

Marissa shook her head at him. He sounded way too pleased with himself. “But…you spanked me.”

Continuing to run circles over her with the tip of his tongue, he grunted his agreement.

Heat followed Gage’s tongue as it traced along her body. What was going on with her? What was going on with
him
? He had to realize he had just had sex with a non-shifter. She knew some Packs encouraged relationships with humans and some kept it hidden, but she didn’t know of one who would risk openly having sex with a non-shifter. And he was the Pack Alpha!

Marissa jerked away so quickly that she must have caught him by surprise, since Gage released her.

Once on her feet, she began to search around desperately for her clothes. Her shirt was next to Gage’s hand. She didn’t think the house was too far away, so maybe no one would see her if she ran quickly.

Gage sat, peering up at her. He watched her as if he knew she wanted to run from him. But while she was going into full panic mode, he appeared as though it pissed him off. She couldn’t worry about that, though. She had to get away.

“This what you’re looking for?” He held the T-shirt out to her.

Marissa nodded and dropped her eyes. The wolf inside Gage would acknowledge the submission, but the man might not be so easily fooled.

“Well, come and get it,” he challenged.

Yeah, that didn’t sound like a trap, now, did it? Not like she had much of a choice if she wanted her clothes back. Marissa took a careful step toward him. She just got within arm’s length of him and leaned forward to grab the shirt, and damn if he didn’t grab her first. He turned quickly, holding both wrists, until she was on her back.

Following her first instinct, Marissa wiggled and fought. He only pressed more of his weight down and growled at her.

“Stop fighting me and stop moving around. I’m not hurting you,” he told her.

Marissa glared at him but stopped moving.

“Now. Would you like to discuss this like adults or do you need to go over my knee?”

Despite the shiver of excitement the threat sent through her, she shook her head. “
That
is not going to happen again.”

Gage leaned down until their lips were only centimeters apart. “Oh, I believe it is. I believe it’s just not in you to behave.”

Trying not to let his proximity cloud her mind, Marissa closed her eyes and tried to be reasonable. She took a deep breath prior to speaking again. “Gage. You don’t understand.”

He frowned as he gazed down at her. “About what exactly?”

“Do you know what we just did?” Her voice rose and Marissa hated that.

“I have a pretty good idea.” He rubbed intimately along her, showing her that he still had life in him yet. “Do
you
need a reminder?”

The electricity between the two of them was so hot Marissa was surprised her hair wasn’t on fire.

He bent and licked her from collarbone to ear. “Have you forgotten already?”

“Oh… I…”

She didn’t get any further when his mouth covered hers. With her wrists still bound in one of his hands, she was helpless to push him away or bring him closer. She was able to wrap her legs around his waist. He rubbed against her swollen wet opening as he seduced her mouth. She felt like she was drowning in emotions. She was trying, for his sake, but she was helpless to fight what she wanted. Him.