The Pack Rules 3: Ruled by the Alpha (Werewolf Romance Serial) (3 page)

“Put your legs around me,” he said in an aching whisper. “And let me love you, Arabelle.”

I did as he asked, slipping my legs around his waist while he settled even more deeply inside me.

He began to thrust.

In no time at all, I was lost in his sensual movements, and I found myself rocking to meet his every penetration, straining yet again for that nirvana. 

Erotic tension coiled tightly.

Then Grey cried out, his expression one of exquisite pain, as he released his seed inside me. His final brutal thrust plunged me over the edge into beauty and light and fulfillment.
He took a moment to recover, and then he blew out a breath and offered me a grin that had my toes curling. He rolled off me, and the sudden movement dislodged the plate of treats.

Suddenly, it was
raining cake and truffles.

“Oh!” I cried as cakes splattered
my naked flesh. A truffle rolled between my breasts, down the valley of my stomach and stopped right on the curls that hid my womanhood.

“I’ll get that one,” said Grey. He didn’t seem to care that he was squishing desserts into the covers, onto me and him, as he sought the chocolate
. In fact, he seemed to delight in it.

He licked all round the dessert before slowly taking
it into his mouth and chewing. He re-positioned himself beside me and looked at me, eyes filled with amusement. “Now
that’s
the best chocolate I’ve ever had.”

“Grey!” I couldn’t help but laugh
, and then, without quite thinking it through, I pushed him over and crawled on top him. He, too, became a victim of the cake debris.

I leaned over him and kissed his naked chest, swiping at bits of frosting and smashed cake with my tongue. I could taste the faint musk of his skin. We both smelled like sweat and sex. It was an essence I liked.

Grey’s skin was taut, all muscled curves and ridges. I feasted on his pectorals, trying to kiss every centimeter of flesh. I even dared to treat his tiny brown nipples like he had mine, and flicked my tongue across each hardened nub.

As I explored his body with fingers and lips, his hands were restless on me, so restless that Grey pulled me forward so his mouth could ravage my breasts.

Oh, sweet, sweet mercy. These marvelous zings traveled from my nipples to my core as he tugged one peak, then the other, between his teeth and flicked his tongue rapidly. An ache bloomed within.

I popped out of his embrace, and he scowled at me. Laughing, I scooted down and rubbed my wet heat against his length. It pulsed against me, hardening.

Anticipation trilled through me.

My skin prickled, as if electrified. I was learning about my own body, what I liked, what I didn’t. Exploring
this new part of who I was, indeed, learning about my own sensuality with Grey was gift. And learning about him, about how to please him—that was a gift, too.

I loved the feel of him, the smell of him, the way he groaned as
I explored his body, familiarizing myself with every curve, ridge, swell, and scar. I very much liked getting to know my mate, my husband, in this intimate way and I delighted in making
him
want
me
. I wanted him so much. I wanted to feel the way I had in his arms moments ago.

Pleasure unbound.

I placed my knees on either of his hips and hovered over his shaft.

“Help me,” I said. “Please, Grey.”

He held onto his manhood with one hand and placed the other on my hip, directing me until the tip of his shaft touched my entrance. He said, “Push down.”

I did, slowly, taking in every delicious inch of him. He cupped my hips as I planted my palms on his chest and started to move. He was patient as I tried to figure out how to move, what felt good to me, what felt good to him.

“Everything feels good to me, sweetheart,” said Grey as though he’d read my thoughts.

I felt shaky, unsure, but willing—very, very willing. “I don’t know what to do. Show me.”

“I’ll show you. Just let me take the lead. You follow.”

“Like dancing?”

“Only better.”

Now his hands clamped onto my hips and he began pistoning inside me. I found his rhythm, syncing with him as we began to move faster and faster.

And then…

Pleasure burst like honey, thick and sweet. I moaned as found that nirvana once more, digging into my alpha’s chest. My pulsations were so strong, he was squeezed out. He didn’t take it as an insult, but a
s challenge. 

“Get on your hands and knees, Arabelle.”

Dazed, I rolled off and did as Grey commanded. He got behind me and worked his hard shaft into me. He held on to my hips, plunging hard and fast.

I knew what to expect now.

I knew what could be had if I only gave in to my own desire. If I met his needs with mine. If we mated in the primal way that bound husband and wife together.

I reared back to meet his every pleasurable thrust.

Oh, sweet merciful heavens.

Grey’s pace quickened. I heard his groans and gasps, felt his fingers dig into my waist, and then he cr
ied out, called my name, and filled me with his seed again.

We collapsed onto the bed, a wonderful, sticky, dirty mess.

THE PRISON
CELLE had a full bathroom, including a stand-up shower. I don’t know how Grey managed to get new bedding and pillows to replace those ruined by the dessert disaster, but by the time I had finished scrubbing off cake, chocolate, and werewolf, he was waiting by the bed, as beautifully made as it was when we arrived.

“Alphas have minions,” he said
in response to my look of astonishment. “All that sex with my beautiful wife made me ravenous. I wolfed down a plate of meat pies, but there’s plenty left for you. Eat something, Arabelle. In fact, eat everything.” He kissed me soundly on the lips and went to take his own shower. I found a pair of lacy panties and beautiful set of blue silk pajamas, which I slipped on. My hair was still damp, and I twisted it into knot on the top of my head.

As I perused the table, I noticed mini
-quiches, tiny sandwiches, and meat pastries had joined the newly arranged desserts on the table. I sat down and began filling a plate, humming a lullaby my mother had sung to me when Carolyn and I were young. Funny. I hadn’t thought of “Hush, Little Baby” in a very long time. Soon, I would be a mother.

Perhaps even now, Grey’s seed was taking hold.

The thought staggered me so much that I stopped piling food onto my plate and pressed a hand against my stomach.
A baby.
I hadn’t thought much past the Choosing—and then the mating had taken up my thoughts and worries.

Not so worried now, though.

I felt as if I was coming into my own, finding my place within Grey’s life, within the pack’s life.

All I to do was get cleared of a murder charge.

Well, hello reality.

THUD!

Startled, I turned and stared at the bathroom door. Water rushed from underneath. What on earth? I slipped out of the chair. “Grey? Are you all right?” I couldn’t avoid stepping into the burbling water as I swung open the door.

Grey lay against the stone floor, wet and naked. The simple shower had only a thin plastic curtain, one that ripped apart as Grey
had fallen through it. The shower water going at full blast was drowning the whole room.

My heart climbed into my throat.

“Grey? Grey!”

Maneuvering past his prone form, I turned off the water lest my mate drown. It took some effort, but I managed to roll him over. He was breathing, his heartbeat strong. He had cut on his forehead from where he’d fallen.

My nursing training, what little I had, would not get me far when dealing with werewolf anatomy. I needed help.

Mac had mentioned two-way radios. I rushed into the
main room, scanning every surface for the walkie-talkie.

Then
I heard a key rattling in the door lock and it swung open. Mac stood there, smiling.

“
Thank goodness!” I cried. “Something’s wrong with Grey!”

“I’m afraid the only thing wrong with Grey is
you
.” He strode forward. The menace in his expression had me shrinking away. But there was nowhere to run.

“You really should’ve eaten the meat pies,” he said. “Passing out from being drugged would’ve been easier for you.”

He cocked back his fist, and before I could move or scream…he punched me.

My head snapped back.

Pain radiated, exploded.

Then the world went dark.

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