Alpha Mate: BBW Paranormal Shifter Romance (8 page)

The rogue wolf wanted Charlotte's heart.

The rogue would eat Lucas's heart too, but the rogue
knew that Charlotte was the easier prey.

From the corner of his eye, Lucas caught a sudden flash
of silver, like lightning. He saw Charlotte move towards them with a
silver dagger raised in her shaking fist, a look of pure hatred on
her face.

The rogue wolf gave a deep growl of satisfaction at her
approach, as he slackened against Lucas. Lucas turned his head
sharply to warn her away.

“
Out of my way!” Charlotte hollered and
charged.

The rogue wolf struck at the same time.

The black wolf opened its jaws and lunged at Lucas's
throat.

Lucas reared up, his massive paw and claws slashing
down. The black wolf collapsed and skidded across the floor like he
had just been hit by a wrecking ball.

Charlotte ran at the black wolf, her knife poised for
the kill.

But the rogue had already pushed himself up and was
waiting for her.

The black wolf crouched, preparing to pounce.

Charlotte didn't slow down. Shrieking like a banshee,
she kept charging, running straight for the rogue.

“
For Charlene!” she yelled.

As she plunged her blade down, aiming for the rogue's
heart, the black wolf shot up like an arrow, his claws and deadly
jaws flying towards her soft, pale throat.

Lucas darted forward and knocked her away with his
shoulder. She flew back and landed on her rump with a loud “oof!”
She sounded pissed, and some choice swear words confirmed it. But
she wasn't giving up. In an instant, she was back on her feet, and
hurtling towards them with her hackles and both daggers raised.

“
Die, monster!” she screeched.

He hoped she meant the rogue.

The black wolf rose to his full height and growled—with
pleasure. The rogue wolf was staring at Charlotte with undisguised
hunger and anticipation. Her pink lips were twisted in a scowl and
her green eyes were shining with an intense, blazing light. She
looked deadly—and delicious.

The rogue took a running leap towards Charlotte. In a
flash, Lucas threw his entire weight against the rogue. The two huge
wolves slammed into the far wall, and cracks could be heard as bones
snapped and dislocated.

Fangs and claws sliced through fur and flesh. With his
claws sunk deeply into the rogue's shoulders, Lucas clamped his jaws
hard over the black wolf's twisting neck. The rogue wolf's neck
snapped, and his head lolled back. Lucas dropped the black wolf at
his feet and stepped back slowly, watching the wolf partially shift
back into human form.

“
Get out of my way!”

Charlotte galloped up, shooting Lucas a resentful look
as she passed. Without delay, she stabbed the silver blade straight
into the rogue's chest, pushing the silver deep into his heart.

When she withdrew her knife with a grunt, the patches of
black fur shimmered and started to shed from the skin of the rogue
wolf, leaving him in his shrunken human shape. His body rippled and
disintegrated into ashes.

A breeze blew through the warehouse, scattering the
vaguely human shaped pile of black ashes. There was nothing left of
the rogue wolf.

Lucas turned to take a good, long look at the beautiful
and feisty Charlotte Cole. She was breathing heavily, her eyes
following the swirling ashes for a moment before darting to him. She
narrowed those emerald eyes at him, her expression unreadable.

Lucas took a step forward, and she pointed two silver
daggers at him.

“
Who goes there: friend or foe?” she asked
sternly. “Rogue or not?”

Lucas cocked his head at her, and took another step
towards her.

Her plump, pink mouth became a tight line. “I am
not kidding, wolf. I am an Enforcer, and I am licensed to kill. I
am armed to the teeth with silver, and I will pump your hide so full
of silver, you won't even be a pile of ashes when I'm done. You'll
just be...” She huffed and blew some swirling dust motes and
ashes out of her face. “...gone with the wind!” she
finished in an ominous tone.

Lucas let out a low growl as he stared at the blood down
her neck and hands. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were wild, and
her clothes were clawed and bloodied, but still she was
breathtakingly beautiful. He inhaled deeply, and her scent
immediately jolted through his senses. Her scent was sweet, lush,
completely female, and completely fearless.

He scanned the shadows around the warehouse. There was
nothing lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce. His mate was no
longer in danger. Satisfied, Lucas allowed his wolf to retreat, and
on his next exhale, he shifted smoothly back to human form.

He stalked towards her, the pull of her almost
irresistible. He saw her eyes widen and trail down his naked body,
settling somewhere just below his navel. A pink tongue darted
between her lips as she licked those full lips unconsciously. Her
breath seemed to catch as she took in his...size. Her cheeks flushed
deeper and he could almost hear her heart beating faster, harder.

God, his mate was...aroused.

As was he.

His arousal was—very obvious.

She swallowed, blinked hard and forced her eyes up to
his face. “Werewolf,” she hissed.

“
The werewolf has a name. The name is Lucas
Rieve,” he said, offering his hand. “I'm not a rogue,”
he added, when she didn't take his hand. Instead, she seemed to be
glaring down at his hand in disdain.

“
Lucas Rieve,” she said, twirling her
daggers once through her fingers before sheathing them. “Do
you understand English?” she asked in a tone which was a tad
too calm and cool.

“
Yes.” He frowned.

“
Then why didn't you get out of my way when I told
you to?” She turned to face him squarely.

“
You were...”

“
I was on track, on target, in control. On the
highway to victory, and my Enforcer's Badge!” Her voice rose
as she walked forward. “This...” She gestured wildly.
“This is my Final test! And you blew it! You blew my test,
just because you wanted...you...what is it you want, Lucas?”
She glared at him, her chest heaving. “Why were you following
me? And why did you have to interfere with my Finals? Why did you
have to kill that rogue? Why!”

Why?

Because you're my mate, that's why!

Part of him wanted to grab her, but a part of him, the
bigger part of him—his brain not his dick, listened to what she
was saying and understood her anger.

He was supposed to be her assessor for her Final test.
And he had broken every rule and code of conduct that assessors were
supposed to abide by. He had simply shifted into wolf and fought the
rogue in her place, thinking that she was in danger and that she
would not be able to deal with the danger on her own, in her own way.
She was right. He
had
interfered in her Finals, and he had
killed that rogue, thereby depriving her of the opportunity to prove
herself as a trained, qualified Enforcer.

She had failed—because of him.

“
I...” he began hoarsely.

“
You what?” she seethed.

“
I'll fix this,” he said firmly.

She shook her head, turning away. “Lucas Rieve,
do you know...” She stopped suddenly, her eyes and mouth
rounding. Pivoting slowly on her heel, she stared at him and
blinked, shock and realization spreading across her features.
“You're Lucas Rieve,” she whispered at last. “You're
the PAC Alpha. I remember...”

When he nodded, she dragged a hand through her messy
hair and started to pace, mumbling to herself.

“
Charlotte, I will fix this.” He walked
towards her.

She froze and shook her head. “No. No, no, no.”

“
No?”

“
No. I don't want you to fix this. If I failed
the test, I failed the test.” She tried to hide the slight
quaver in her voice. Tilting up her chin, she told him, “Thank
you for your offer, Mr Rieve, but I will...”

Mr Rieve?

Lucas jerked, his claws slicing out. He didn't want to
be goddamned Mr Rieve to her!

“
Don't call me Mr Rieve,” he grated out.

Her eyebrows shot up, but she recovered quickly enough.
“I'm sorry. How should I address you then? Alpha?”

“
No.”

“
Sir?”

He smiled a little. “No.”

“
Oh.” She bit her lip. “Lucas?”
she said tentatively.

He had to suppress a groan at the sound of his name on
her lips.

“
Charlotte.”

Lucas kept moving towards her, drawn to her as though by
a magnet. She blinked up at him, but she didn't back away.

Cupping his hand behind her neck, he leaned down,
angling his mouth over hers. His lips hovered over hers for a few
heartbeats, giving her the chance to push him away. But she didn't
move. Instead, her lips parted and her body seemed to melt against
his.

Lucas pressed his mouth
to hers, groaning against her soft, sweet lips.
She
gasped and stiffened for an instant, but he kissed her with a hunger
and a passion which was un
tamed
and undeniable
. He had never
wanted a woman like this. The moment their lips met, his nostrils
flared and his
breath
stopped. The kiss was scorching, electrifying and her taste was so
exquisite and intoxicating
.
He had to take more.

Deepening the kiss, his other hand moved down her arched
back, tracing her wondrous curves and cupped her fleshy butt. He
moaned at the pleasure, and walked her backwards towards the wall,
still kissing her, tasting and probing her with his lips and tongue.
Her eyelids were struggling to remain open, but gradually they
fluttered shut and she moaned softly. He grabbed her wrists and
pushed her arms up over her head. His aching cock pressed into her
soft belly, and he let out a groan when she subtly rocked her hips
against him. Releasing her wrists, he moved his hands down her jaw
and neck, wanting to feel her bare skin against him. Her breasts
jutted against his chest, and he kneaded them as they rose and fell
with her breathing. When she moaned, he grabbed her t-shirt and
pushed it up above her breasts. She was wearing a black bra, and the
sight of her creamy mounds released a growl of uncontrollable,
insatiable lust from his throat.

He pushed his hands round her delicious body to her back
and unhooked her bra, before pushing the bra and her t-shirt above
her breasts. He slid her jacket off her shoulders and let it fall to
the floor. Her breasts were like the rest of her, beautiful and
perfect. Her nipples were already hard and erect, and when he
thumbed them, she arched off the wall with a gasp, her eyes wide.

“
L-Lucas...”

Her whisper was so soft, so full of want.

She didn't need to ask twice.

Lucas lowered his mouth to her lovely breasts and closed
his lips over her rosy nipple. He suckled her hard, as she writhed
and panted. With his other hand, he ran his palm in tight circles
over her other nipple before rolling it and pinching it between his
fingers. She let out a cry when he nipped and pinched her hard,
pebbled nipples between his teeth and fingers. He could do this
forever, lick, suck and bite her until she came.

The scent of her fierce arousal and the feel of his
palms against her bare skin, against the soft, tender flesh of her
breasts and belly almost sent him to his knees. He wanted to rip her
black leather pants off and part her quivering thighs to find her
hot, sweet core. He wanted to put his mouth on her and lick and
thrust his tongue into her until she screamed in ecstasy. He wanted
to suckle her hard, until she was throbbing and boneless with
pleasure.

As he moved his mouth over her breasts, licking and
suckling furiously, his hand moved down her undulating hips and
dragged her leg up to his hip. He moved up to kiss her on the lips
as he gripped her under her knee to part her legs and began to thrust
against her. Her damn leather pants were in the way, but still he
could feel her wet heat through all that fabric. He wanted to bury
his cock deep inside her and make love to her madly. She groaned and
met his thrusts by rolling her hips and grinding against him. His
tongue thrust into her mouth in time to the thrusting of his hips.
He was going wild, and if he didn't stop soon, he would spend his
seed. He wanted to come inside her, and he tugged frenziedly at her
pants, his claws erupting from his fingers to rip away the leather.

Her eyes flew open suddenly and she breathed, “No!”

“
No!”

Yes!

Her mouth said no. But her body was screaming,
Yes!

Oh yes, yes, yes!

Charlotte was going out of her mind. Lucas Rieve, PAC
Alpha, her sexy stalker, was giving her the most mind-blowing,
toe-curling pleasure, after causing her to flunk her Finals! His
touch and kisses were like chocolate—dark, sinful,
yummilicious, something she knew she should just say no to but
couldn't.