Secrets Of The Alpha 2: (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (His Secrets Series) (7 page)

“Maybe we should get some sleep,” I said in a whisper. He held my waist and shook his head.

“I don’t want to sleep just yet,” he said as he slowly brought a hand up to hold my neck.

He pulled me down to where he was and kissed me softly. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to get lost in the moment. He was kissing me hungrily, his tongue going everywhere and his hand in my damp hair. I exhaled into his mouth when he pulled me down to join him on the bed. The bathrobe I had on was slowly coming loose as he crushed my body under his. His hands were slowly running down my sides, gently brushing against the sides of my breasts. He pulled away and looked at me.

“Tell me what you want,” he said in a soft voice as his hand found its way to my center.

I gasped silently as I felt his finger caressing my clit. I moaned softly and held my breath as his finger caressed my folds making me wetter as he went on. I was moaning and gasping as he touched, caressed, and stroked. It was a feeling that I never thought I would have again. I bit my lower lip when he brought his head down and kissed my neck. He was slowly working his tongue alone the length of my neck.

“Tell me what you want, Winnie,” he said again.

“I want you,” I whispered as I felt his lips trace down to the V of my robe.

He was kissing the upper parts of my chest, careful not to go all the way down to my breasts. He was teasing me, and he was loving every minute of it. His finger was now stroking my insides, going in and out of me slowly. I found myself raising my hips encouraging him to stroke me harder and deeper.

“Vincent…” I moaned softly when I felt his warm lips brush against my sensitive nipples. He intentionally let his lips brush against my nipple again as he pulled his finger out of me. He brought it up to my lips, and I readily took it into my mouth tasting my salty self all over his fingers. He looked at me as I sucked on his index finger.

“You know what I want?” He was now pulling his finger out of my mouth. He looked at me and rolled us over so that I was on top of him. I straddled him and felt his hardness pressing against my thigh.

“I want you to ride me,” he finally said.

I looked down at him and slowly guided his cock into my opening. I moaned softly when I felt him filling me up. When I looked down at him, his eyes were closed. He had his hands on my waist as I began moving up and down, easing myself on and off his cock. It was like having a million little explosions inside my body as I granted his wish, riding him until I felt feverish. I looked down at him when I felt my orgasm approaching. I wanted to go harder, but I just couldn’t let myself do that. The picture of his injured back was still fresh on my mind. I had slowed down as much as I could, and ironically, his grip on my waist was tighter.

“Baby, don’t tease me,” he said in a low voice as he reached for the V of my robe. He tugged on it, exposing my breasts to him. I gasped when he filled his hand with my left breast and gave it a slight knead.

“Give me all you got,” he said. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him, surprised.

“Vincent, I…” I started to say before he shook his head.

“I can take it,” he said in a soft voice. “I promise I can take it. You won’t hurt me.”

I looked down at him as I began rocking my hips again. He was moaning softly and saying my name over and over as my hips came down on his pelvis faster and harder. I felt one of his hands go down to my ass; his fingers were digging into the soft flesh making me moan silently.

Soon, I was no longer the only one moving. He was raising his hips to meet my every downward thrust as I came down on him with tremendous force. I could feel my vaginal muscles tightening around his cock. I was at the point of no return, and he knew it. Vincent held me tightly and began raising his hips faster. I moaned and groaned as I felt myself suddenly coming undone. All the fear, all the panic, and everything else I had kept bottled up inside were now boiling up to the surface. I threw my head back and groaned as I felt him shudder inside me in response to the wild orgasm I was having at that moment. I cried out loud as I felt him filling me up. It was like he couldn’t stop, and quite honestly I couldn’t either.

It was the best orgasm I had ever had, and the fact that I still had him deep inside me fully engorged had me intrigued. I just couldn’t understand how or why he was still hard. I looked down at him shivering in the wake of my climax, but I didn’t feel him dislodging. Instead, he pulled me down to rest on his shoulder as he began raising his hips again. I was still highly sensitive, and maybe that was why he was holding me tightly. I was now moaning loudly and calling his name as he slammed against me over and over until he once again exploded inside me. This was it. I was spent and so was he.

I let out a small whimper when I felt his cock slipping out of me, and I rolled over to lay next to him. I was moaning and breathing hard as he turned around and cradled me.

“That was exactly what I needed, baby,” he whispered before he kissed the back of my head.

I was not sure if it was the post-coital mood or the fact that I was exhausted, but I could slowly feel myself drifting off to sleep. I was about to close my eyes when I noticed something…someone outside the bedroom window.

“Babe…” I started as I felt the sleep disappearing. “Did you lock up the window in here?”

“Huh?” Vincent mumbled. He was as sleepy as I was.

“The window in here. Did you lock it?” I asked again.

“I thought you did.” He was now fully awake and looking right at me. It was then I noticed that I was not imagining things. There was someone out there, and he was holding a gun, aiming it right at us.

“Holy shit,” I whispered when I saw the man’s face. It was Nathan Hughes.

Chapter 6

I was not sure whether it was the post-traumatic stress that was making me see things, but I could have sworn I was looking at a dead man. My heart was beating hard in my chest as I looked at Nathan Hughes, the man who I was sure I saw die a few weeks earlier, standing there holding a gun aimed right at us.

“Vincent,” I said in a low voice.

“Don’t move. Just stay behind me,” Vincent whispered to me as he got up and climbed off the bed.

I was breathing hard and deep as I watched Nathan, wondering why he was not firing. He had a clear shot at Vincent, and I knew that once Vincent fell, he would have a clear shot at me too. But at that moment, my safety was the least of my worries. All I could think about was Vincent and how I would keep him from dying if and when Nathan pulled that trigger. I was still looking at Nathan when I noticed my top on the floor next to my foot. I reached for it and pulled it on as Vincent did the same with his boxer shorts.

“Hughes, I don’t understand…you are supposed to be dead,” Vincent said. I could tell from the tone in his voice that he was as confused as I was.

“Dead? If only I could be so lucky,” Nathan said, raising his hand to steady his aim.

My heart skipped a beat. I knew that he was getting ready to fire. Given the terrible things I knew Nathan was capable of, I found myself thinking that he was most probably planning on shooting me first so that Vincent could suffer more by watching me die. And I also knew that the first shot at me wouldn’t be a clean kill shot. He would most probably knee cap me first and then maybe shoot my stomach… I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t even notice that all this time, Vincent had been talking.

“Please don’t shoot, Hughes,” Vincent said. “I know you are perhaps angry with me for attacking you a few months back, but you have to understand, I was doing that in self-defense. I had to,” he said, as he looked at Nathan.

“I have nothing against you or the people you work for, but I had to defend myself and the people I love, so please don’t shoot,” he went on pleading. I saw Nathan lower his weapon.

“Shoot you? The gun was merely to get your attention.” He said as he made his way into the room. “I’m afraid killing you is not a pleasure that I can afford.”

I didn’t know what was going on, but I breathed a sigh of relief when Nathan tossed his gun aside. Vincent took a step back, his arm stretched out trying to shield me from whatever Nathan was up to. We both watched in surprise as Nathan undid the top button of his shirt as he got closer and closer to us.

“Whoa…what are you doing?” Vincent asked in surprise when Nathan continued to unbutton the rest of his buttons.

“See that?” He asked, pointing to what looked like a bite mark between his chest and shoulder. “This is why I cannot kill you even though I would very much like to be the one who rids the world of Vincent Muse.”

I raised an eyebrow at Nathan. For a person who claimed that he didn’t want to kill Vincent, he was being very smug.

“I don’t know anyone else who can teach me how to live… how to exist deal with this… curse,” Nathan said, and Vincent raised an eyebrow at him.

“You are… you’re a wolf?” Vincent asked in a guilty voice, and Nathan nodded as his gaze fell.

“At first, all I wanted to do was kill myself… the thought of living as a monster was enough to make me want to end my misery, but I just didn’t have it in me. I guess you can say I didn’t have the guts to do it,” Nathan explained. He looked up at Vincent.

“I suppose my decision had a lot to do with the conditioning of my job… I mean I do hunt werewolves for a living after all. But…” he looked at me and then back at Vincent.

“I now know that I’m not a monster. I’m a man who sometimes turns into a wolf… but I’m still a man all the same,” he concluded.

I didn’t know what to do or say. I was still trying to understand how a man I had seen literally being torn apart could be standing before me.

“So,” Vincent started. “What happens now?”

Nathan shrugged.

“You and I are now the same, Vincent. We have both been cut from the same cloth, and having said that, I cannot go back to my job. As far as they know, I am on a secret mission,” he said.

“What kind of secret mission?” Vincent asked. Nathan exhaled loudly.

“I was supposed to attack while you slept and kill everyone…you, your lover, your sister…everyone.” I noticed a smile on Nathan’s lips almost as if he relished the thought.

“But I can’t do it now, can I? There is something I know which they don’t, and that is that I need you as much as that repulses me. If I’m going to keep on living, then I need you.”

Vincent looked at me and then looked at Nathan Hughes.

“Why should I believe you? I mean, you did try your best to kill me, and you are still on a mission—your words. So why should I trust you? What assurance do I have that you are telling the truth right now?”

“Because, Vincent Muse, you don’t really have a choice,” Nathan started. “There are so many more of them than us. Without me, believe me, they will find you, and they will find pleasure in gutting you alive,” he added as he looked at Vincent. He then looked at me.

“And don’t think that they are going to spare the future Mrs. Muse either,” he added as he slowly made his way to the window. He walked into the moonlight, and I gasped in surprise when he began transforming. Vincent reached for my hand.

“We cannot afford to be on opposite sides of this situation, Mr. Muse, or they will take both of us eventually,” Nathan said before he fully transformed.

His wolf self was a little smaller and darker than Vincent, but the evidence was right there in front of us. Nathan Hughes, the man who had once tried to execute the man I loved was, now walking a mile in Vincent’s shoes.

Chapter 7

After being sure that Vincent and I were not in any imminent danger, Vincent asked me to call Ophagia as he freshened up. I did as he asked, and then changed out of the dirty top I had on and into a sleeveless maxi dress. Vincent also freshened up before Ophagia came. I don’t know how long we had been waiting before we heard the front door open and close. It could have been minutes, but it sure felt like hours.

“Hello? Vincent?” We heard Ophagia calling from downstairs.

“Up here,” Vincent said, his eyes were still fixated on Nathan.

I turned around when the door suddenly flung open. I expected to see just Ophagia, but I was suddenly looking at all the women in Vincent’s life. The room was suddenly alive with everyone speaking at the same time. There were hugs and smiles, and everyone was asking how we were doing.

Ophagia gave me a sympathetic look and then looked at Vincent.

“Are you okay?” She asked, and I nodded. She then walked over to Vincent and looked into his eyes. “You look tired,” she said, and Vincent smiled.

“I am. But it’s just exhaustion nothing serious,” he said. Ophagia looked relieved to see him. She touched the side of his face. I could almost feel the maternal care she had for him.

“Torture can have that effect on you,” she said in a cynical tone.

“I actually called you because of him,” Vincent said pointing at the window’s direction. Ophagia looked at Nathan and shook her head.

“Who’s that?” she asked.

“Nathan Hughes,” Vincent said. Ophagia’s eyes grew wide as she looked at Nathan and then back at Vincent.

“Nathan Hughes? Isn’t that the name of the man who…” She never finished what she was saying. Vincent was nodding.

“This is the man who tried to kill you?” She was now whispering. Vincent nodded again.

“He needs your help,” he said in a soft voice.

“Why?” she asked.

“He is…I think I might have turned him that night when…when I tried to kill him,” he said. Ophagia exhaled in surprise.

“And the hunter becomes the hunted,” she said in a soft voice as she looked at Nathan.

She slowly walked to where Nathan was and looked at him as Vincent sat next to me. Just then, Penny walked up to where we were and took my hand in hers. She looked at me, and Vincent and I could see the worry in her eyes.

“How are you darling?” She asked.

“I’m fine,” I said, forcing a smile.

“Sure?” Penny was looking into my eyes as if I was telling a lie.

“I’m alive, aren’t I?” I asked with a smile.

“Being alive isn’t all that counts, baby. Tell her Penny.” Vincent said as he looked at me.

“Vincent’s right. You may be alive, but I need to know that everything is fine with you,” she said tugging at my hand lightly, making me stumble a little. I gasped and winced in pain when my weight shifted to the ankle I had hurt earlier.

“What? What is it?” She asked.

“My ankle…I think it’s broken or something,” I said in a whisper.

“Those imbecilic goons! Did they do this to you?” Penny asked in both concern and worry. I shook my head.

“It happened when we were escaping. I fell… it was during a struggle with one of the people there,” I said. Penny slipped an arm around my waist.

“Put your arm around my shoulders. Vincent, support her on the other side,” she said in a soft but authoritative voice.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got her,” he said as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom bench where he set me down.

“I’m just going to look at this, make sure that it’s nothing serious,” Penny said as she knelt on the floor. I winced again when she took my foot in her hand. It felt like I had a million shards of glass slicing into me.

“Just relax,” Penny said trying to calm me down. I leaned back and rested on my hands as I felt her fingers on my hot ankle.

“Caref…ow!” I said when I felt her pressing my painful ankle.

“I’m sorry, but your ankle is a little swollen. It’s nothing serious, but I’m actually surprised you were able to run out of there,” she said. I tried forcing out a smile.

“Vincent carried me, actually,” I said. Penny looked at me and then at Vincent.

“Oh, Hercules,” she said with a smile. “So, we need to ice this, just to keep the swelling down. And then maybe tape it down. You’ll be fine.” She looked up at me and smiled.

“Thanks, Penny,” I said as Penny turned her attention to Vincent.

“What about you? How are you?” She asked. Vincent shrugged.

“I’m fine. It’s Winnie you should be focusing on right now,” he said.

“I already did, Vincent. And Fran said that those people were shocking you,” Penny said, concern written all over her face. “Are you feeling lightheaded, tired…anything?”

Vincent shook his head.

“I’m fine, Penny.”

I looked at Vincent and wondered if it was really my place to tell Penny that I didn’t really think he was fine, that he had not been treated as fairly as I had been treated. I looked at Vincent and then at Penny and decided that I had to say something.

“Penny,” I started as I looked up at Vincent.  “Those people…the captors fed me. Not very good food, but at least they fed me. I really don’t think that Vincent’s okay,” I added.

“Winnie…” He started, but I was shaking my head.

“They never fed him. I never saw it happen,” I said. Penny looked up at Vincent.

“I’m fine,” he insisted, but she was shaking her head.

“You and I both know what happens when you’re hungry, Vincent,” Penny said.

She turned around and looked at Nathan and Ophagia before she turned back around to face Vincent. “Who’s he?” She asked. I was giving Vincent one of those ‘should you tell her or should I’ looks.

“That’s…that’s Nathan Hughes,” Vincent said. Penny raised an eyebrow at him.

“Nathan Hughes?” she echoed, and Vincent nodded. “Nathan Hughes who tried to kill you some time back or a different Nathan Hughes?” Vincent nodded again. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“I can explain,” Vincent started.

“You better have a little extra something in my paycheck this week. If for anything, just as a thank you for not slitting his throat,” Penny said, her voice even lower this time.

“Well, things are different now,” he said. “As it so turns out he…” He never got to finish his sentence.

“Wasn’t he supposed to be dead? Or am I missing something here?” Penny asked.

“No, you are right. He was dead…at least that’s what I thought since I saw Vincent tearing him from limb to limb. Literally,” I said. Penny looked at me and then at Vincent.

“I’ll just stick to what I can grasp right now, and that is making sure the two of you feel better. I’ll go get the ice. I’ll be right back,” she said with a smile before she stood up. She looked at Vincent, and her smile faded.

“And I’ll be bringing you something to eat,” she added before she began walking out of the room. I gave Vincent a guilty look.

“I had to say something,” I said. He took my hand in his and lowered his head to kiss it.

“I know,” he said in a soft voice before he looked at Ophagia and Nathan.

I turned around and looked at them, wondering what had been going on. I could hear Ophagia and Nathan talking. They might have been trying to be quiet, but I could still hear them.

“I’m telling you, I’m okay,” Nathan was saying. Ophagia shook her head. He seemed worked up.

“You’re not okay. And the sooner you accept that, the better it will be for you,” she said.

Nathan shook his head.

“All I want to know is when I can go back home without endangering my family.” He was talking louder, and I could hear the anger in his voice. I looked at him and then at Ophagia.

“Will you calm down?” Ophagia asked. Nathan threw his fist hitting the wall.

“I’m fine. Just frustrated…maybe a little angry,” he said.

“No. you are not angry, Hughes. What you are feeling right now is hunger. And you need to manage it before it consumes you, before you can even consider being around your family,” Ophagia said. Nathan looked at her.

“What do you mean hunger? Like a vampire? Do I need blood or something?” He asked.

“You don’t need blood, or anything of the sort. What you are feeling is an overwhelming desire to kill,” Ophagia said. “And you need to make sure that you can be around people without wanting to rip their heads off.”

“Damn it!” Nathan yelled.

“Calm down, will you? I’ll show you everything you need to keep those urges buried,” Ophagia said. I turned and looked at Vincent.

“Did you also get that… hunger?” I asked. He took a long deep breath and nodded.

“Some of the worst times of my life,” he said. I felt my heart go out to him.

“But how did you handle it? How did you manage to get it under control?” I asked.

“Ophagia. She is the one who helped me through that dark period,” he said.

I looked at him and wondered what I was supposed to say. I was dumbfounded. There was no handbook with instructions about this kind of thing. Ever since I met Vincent, everything about my life had become strange and weird, but I wouldn’t have given any of it back. I looked at Nathan. He was running his fingers through his hair and shaking his head. He seemed to be on edge as he talked about his family and how scared he was to go back home lest he killed everyone. I was still looking at him when Vincent walked over to where I was.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he looked into my eyes. I tried to nod, but I found that I couldn’t even move my head. I was still in shock. He took my hand and led me out of the room.

“Talk to me,” he said as we stood outside the door. I took a long deep breath.

“Okay, at the risk of sounding crazy, I have to ask,” I started as I looked into Vincent’s eyes. “How is this guy here? I mean, I am pretty sure that I saw him die…as did you since you did the killing and everything…” I was spiraling. There was no telling the extent of the confusion I was experiencing at that moment.

“I know it can be a little confusing,” Vincent started. I raised an eyebrow at him.

“A
little
confusing? Vincent, I saw him die. You literally tore him from limb to limb…”

I never got to finish my sentence. He was already pulling me aside, not that it gave us a lot of privacy. I looked into his eyes and shook my head. All this was too much for me to wrap my head around. I almost felt like I was seeing things. If I didn’t know any better, I could have sworn that I was losing my mind. Vincent held my face in his hands.

“Babe, if you can believe in my existence, then you can believe that this happened,” he said in a soft voice. I shook my head, still confused.

“But he tried to kill you,” I said as if he didn’t already know that little fact. He nodded.

“Yes he did, but I also turned him,” he pointed out.

“But not on purpose!”

He shook his head.

“No, not on purpose,” he echoed. “But the truth remains that Nathan Hughes is no longer human because of me. And the same people who sent him out here to kill me are going to be coming after him too.” I wanted to say that I was okay with that. I mean, he did deserve it after all. “But I cannot in my right mind allow this to happen. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”