The Alpha's Desire 2 (4 page)

“Do you think I would be better off with someone else protecting me then?” I dared ask.

“No!” he roared. “No,” he stated again, much softer. “No one could protect you like I could.”

“Then don’t fear what is between us. If they found out, surely we could talk to them, reason with them, that our feelings don’t endanger me,” I pleaded my case.

‘“I know now why my father let his life go. I used to think that I wasn’t enough for him, or that I reminded him too much of what he lost. And, maybe I did, but I can see now how hard it must have been to live each day without her. I feel like I can’t breathe when you aren’t near. My skin literally aches to be pressed against yours. My father, he loved me, I know that now, but he endured this kind of torment for as long as he could to care for me, rather than just ending his life when hers ended. The only way you can truly protect me now is to love me and let me love you. Or don’t they care about my happiness, not just my safety?”

The tears in his eyes matched the ones in mine.

Chapter Four

“Screw the rules,” he growled. “I love you, and no matter what they say, no one is going to take me away from you.”

He grabbed me then and pulled me to him. As he brought me into his arms, my face coming to rest in the crook of his neck, he slid my hair away from my face. Uncovering my cheek, he kissed me, his lips firm, unmistakable. He continued on in this pattern down my chin to my neck. I let my head fall to the side, giving him full access. His kisses turned to nibbles and then bites, but I didn’t fear him one bit. Rather, I wanted the beast in him to take me.

As he reached my collarbone with his lips, he scooped me up off the couch. I hung there in his arms, I swear, ready to let him do anything he pleased to me.

“I love how I weigh nothing in your arms,” I murmured. “I feel light, and under your gaze, I feel beautiful.”

“To me, you are light,” he grinned as he kissed me. Moving us easily into my bedroom, he stopped just before the bed and stated without any doubt wavering in his voice, “You are beautiful, the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And, you are mine. I have to have you again. Now. Later. All night.”

I closed my eyes, let the words fill me with happiness. I belonged to a beast, my wolf, a fierce protector. A gentle lover when I wanted him to be, he’d turn wicked mate if I asked, I knew. The idea of belonging to him, someone of his size and power, it brought every inch of me to tingling. This was true magic.

“And, tomorrow?”

“And, many tomorrows. We have to make that possible.”

“Just a thought,” I managed, though I wanted in the worst way to be devoured by him, I still needed to mentally confirm that we would last.

New meant nothing when you fell in love. It truly bore no time to grow... maybe mature, but not exist. And, I knew him.

“What if they did remove you from my service, what would keep you from staying with me just as a man?”

“I was created, spelled, to do a job. I’d be reassigned.”

“So, you refuse. What’s the worst they could do, un-spell you? Then you’d be fully man, and completely able to be with me.”

“Let’s play it out as it goes. For now, take comfort in the fact that I am saying I am yours, in any way that you want me.”

“Funny,” I giggled, the feeling light and airy. “I was just thinking the same thing, that you could take me anyway you liked, but maybe I like your idea better.”

“Really, he laughed, the rumble of it shaking my core as my side rested against his chest. “Exactly what did you have in mind?”

He kissed the tip of my nose. Seemingly in no hurry to put me down, he adjusted my weight until I rolled into him more, pulling me into an embrace, something I’d have bet the hulk couldn’t do if I’d been asked such a question. He trailed his kisses again down my face until he reached my neck. Biting there, lightly, my flesh being scraped lightly by his teeth, the zing of it shot straight to my core.

“So, it’s a game of possession then? Is it?” he groaned into my breast, having moved down to the top of my chest. “That’s so hot. I want to make you mine, but you can go first. I’m all for that, in fact. The way you were the last time, how willing you’ve been to let me take you anywhere, it makes me wonder just what you will come up with next.” 

My grin so big that I had trouble speaking, still I managed a flurry of word. “You do bring out the worst, or best in me depending upon how you look at it. While I already feel that I am yours. Every bit of me, I do have to confess to a deep burning desire, no, more a need, to make you mine in some physically, more symbolic, let’s say, manner,” I said in a sultry voice I didn’t know myself capable of.

“What did you have in mind?” he said with a coy smile that lit up even his eyes.

Hanging there in his arms, my full smile seemed permanent on my face, countered only by the blush that warmed my cheeks.

“Okay, really, what do you have in mind? Because I’d give you anything you want, or should I say in this instance, do anything you want. I’m willing, ready and able,” he laughed before his voice took on a much more serious tone. “I loved how free you were with me the last time we were in your bedroom together. Please be open with me now. Let yourself go. Let your mind go.”

“It’s more a symbolic thing, I think, as I said.” I’d tried to keep my voice steady, controlled. “I need to know you are not going to run away again, that you are bound to me. Wait,” I said when I saw his mouth fall open to voice his counter. “I believe you. In fact, I am trusting you, with my body and my heart, as well as my mind. But, I want more. I think I want to tie you to the bed and have my way with your body. Not sure exactly how that goes, but I can work it out once I get you there. I need to make you mine. Call it a latent reaction to the trauma you caused me the last time you spilt. You owe me, buddy.”

He set me down then, carefully letting my feet hit the floor and helping me to stand. He placed a light kiss on my cheek. When he pulled back, his face fell to serious as he took on a more military stance, how a soldier would stand, chest out, legs slightly apart, at attention for inspection or instruction.

“I’m all in for that. Just tell me what you want me to do, my love,” he stated, his voice low but sure.

Taking his arm, first I guided him into the middle of the room. Releasing him, I circled around him, finding my confidence and formulating my actual plan. I could see each time I passed his front that he tried only somewhat successfully to hide his eager grin.

Stepping in front of him, biting at the side of my lip, I grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, untucking it from his jeans. His eyebrows raised, but he kept quiet. In fact, he pursed his lips in a show that I would be the one doing the talking here.

“I need you naked first,” my voice teased, though I was dead serious about the naked thing.

He nodded. Remained militant in his stance.

Sliding the soft cotton up over his stomach, I let myself become memorized with each inch of him I uncovered. Muscle after muscle I rolled my hands over, catching the bunching material of his t-shirt with my thumbs. When I got to his shoulders, he lifted his arms. By the time I pulled the shirt over his head and arms, standing on my tiptoes but still having to guide his arms toward me to do so, his face had softened. His look now, beyond mirth, showed me the love, the interest in me that I felt radiated freely from him for the first time. Like a blanket, warm and cozy, I found my own emotions nurtured by it.  With this, I found absolute confidence, which freed up my overworked, jammed-up mind to focus fully on the moment.

Straightening up as I let his shirt fall from my fingers to the floor, I resisted the urge to touch him. I wanted him as naked as he had been in the alley, here in my bedroom, free from the threat of others walking by. I went straight for the button of his jeans. This made a sound rattle in his chest. Still resisting the urge to kiss him where the sound had originated from, I slowly pulled down the zipper, a glorious sound hitting my ears as each tooth let loose of the others.

I took a deep breath as I hooked my thumbs in his jeans and underwear. Shimmying them down over his hips, marveling at the cut of him, I slid them down to his ankles. Standing up and stepping back, I took in this view of him. His bronzed skin rolled, rippled as his muscles tightened and relaxed under my steady gaze. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t even let emotions play over his face. Instead, he just looked at me, as if for direction.

Power surged me forward. I found my voice. “Remove your shoes and pants.”

I’d made this an unmistakable order, as much thrilled as surprised with my control, not only in my voice, but in my actions. Giddy with the satisfaction of giving an order and being obeyed so easily, especially with a man of his size and beyond animal strength. It took so much not to strip myself and just throw myself at him. Yet, I needed more. So much more. With these needs came control. I watched as he bent to do as instructed. As his muscles moved to do the simple work, I licked my lips, wanting to taste his salty skin.

Once cleared of all his clothes, he stood back up at attention. His arms hanging to his sides, his legs steady underneath him, he didn’t move a muscle but to breathe. His eyes found mine. He said not a word as we just looked at each other, let ourselves take a minute to take each other in, let it register that this was really happening. I could feel his comfort with me, his fearless and unashamed freedom to let me have control.  It encouraged my own body to relax and to take further control.

I walked slowly around him again. The perfect curve of his ass enthralled me, put a spell over me that forced me to take my time, taking in the way the muscles of his broad back curved down into it. The rounded curve dimpled in on the sides as he clenched the cheeks together under my unwavering gaze. His breathing had increased a tad, but then settled again as I moved back to his front.

“Step over to the post of the bed,” I said as I pointed to the post at the foot of the bed, on my right, furthest into the room. “Back into it. Face me.”

He obeyed without hesitation, so I went to my closet for a scarf. Grabbing a sheer black long piece of material, I went back to him, gripping and then sliding the silk through my hands as if in threat. I couldn’t keep my urge to smile under control, though, nor my need to giggle. He didn’t break a grin, although I could see the challenge in the tenseness of his cheeks, the thinning of his lips.  His face followed suit, a slight heat forming on his cheeks to match what I felt on mine.

“Hands up,” I demanded in a soft voice.

He obeyed graciously, the raising of his arms moving the huge bulge of chest muscles. I thanked my lucky stars that I had splurged a little when buying my bed. I’d gotten a canopy. Though it still had no top on it, the tall posters now served me well.  Letting my body press against his for balance as much as to tease, I went up on my tip toes to tie his wrists to the bedpost with my scarf.

Stepping back, I stated out loud, “That’s much better.”

He didn’t slouch against the post. Wood resting at the center of his back and ass, he still stood tall, not rigid, but steady. Adorable. Scrumptious enough to eat. And, I planned on that, on tasting every inch of him.

He only nodded at me in acknowledgement. The hunger in his own eyes had me reaching to remove my own clothes. He growled, a deep grumble, as I threw off my light sweater and slid off my dress. Left in only a bra and heels due to the loss of my panties to him earlier in the evening, I stood at attention myself. Inches from him, we stood there in silent study of each other.

The clock on the bed stand read ten to twelve. It would soon be the witching hour as I took on, took over, this spelled man. After two weeks of absence, we were headed to the third time I’d have him inside of me since just before eight o’clock tonight.

“The witching hour have any effect on that magic of yours?” I asked.

“No,” he stated, voice level, only compliant and giving nothing more.

I’d broken our stalemate, so I finally removed my bra, let my breasts fall heavy to my rib cage. I ran my hands down over my curves, from breast to hips, then forward to my belly. I threw my head back as the music of the low rumbles from him continued. I let my hands slide to my mound, increasing his song of longing, letting it spur me forward as music often did.

Sashaying to him, I let my hands roam the same path over his flesh. I stopped just above his erection, letting just a finger tease down over the tight skin. Watching it jump in reaction, I nibbled on my lower lip. The sounds emanating from me seemed beastly as well. I pondered a moment if they scared him, like they at times took me by surprise.

If they did, he didn’t show it, and I didn’t feel it from him. He just watched my hands when he could keep his eyes open. Letting my hands fall to his hips, I pressed up against him. His cock rested hard against my soft stomach. I kissed his neck, taking my time to move from one side to the other. He didn’t move save for the rise and fall of his chest. It teased my nipples to even harder peaks. With that in mind, I kissed down over his chest. At times I let my tongue run over him, to get a taste of his salty skin. He smelled of woods and light spices. I allowed my tongue to flick out over his nipples until they hardened to tight pebbles themselves. Then, I took to sucking on them, one after the other, back and forth. Before I finished, I let my teeth skim over and off of them. His hips jerked forward then, but he seemed to catch himself.