Alpha Rogue 3 (BBW Paranormal Wolf Shifter Romance) (5 page)

T
he ride
back to my place is fun, Hawes and I exchanging the witty banter I’ve always loved about us. But behind that there’s still the sexual tension, the uncertainty, the great big unanswered question between us. I can tell he’s holding back, unsure how I feel about everything.

I’ll be the first to admit the past couple of days have been a whirlwind. But I’m also more sure than ever in my life.

Thankfully, my place isn’t far, and Hawes parks his Ferrari in the visitor parking, jokingly bemoaning the fact that there will probably be scratches on his car in the morning. I just tell him he can afford to get it buffed if there are.

My place is like me. Or at least the me that I grew up with. Organized. Perfect. But lacking any real fun. I can tell Hawes has never been in such a pristine apartment, despite the fact that his mansion was certainly no pigsty.

I eye him looking around and fiddling with some oddly geometric lampshades I got a while ago.

“Can I get you anything?” I ask, pulling off my old hoodie and tossing it on the ground, Hawes-style. I’m too tired to care about it right now.

“No, I’m fine,” Hawes replies, eyeing me as I take off my hoodie, revealing a simple white tank top underneath that I have on.

“Wanna have a seat?” I ask, plopping onto one of the white sofas I have in my living room. My apartment isn’t huge, but it’s not small. It’s modest, like how the rest of me has been. At least, up until the past few days. Regardless of what happens, there will probably be some changes made around here to reflect the new me.

Hawes sits across from me. He’s just wearing his MMA shorts and his cutoff hoodie. I can see his powerful calves and thighs, muscled and strong. I want to run my hands up his body, but we need to talk first.

There’s a short pause, and Hawes breaks the silence.

“So… quit your job. Cool beans. What next?” he says, sounding unsure about what to discuss.

“Not sure. Might take it easy for a bit, I have a lot of savings from working lots and spending little. Figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life.

“So, your wild days of adventuring are done?” he says with a wry smile.

“Well, who said anything about that? All I know is that I’m done with days of endless desk work punctuated by life-threatening operations. Boring and dangerous, not a great combo,” I reply.

“Oh, so dangerous is out of the question in the future?” Hawes says. He stands and walks over to where I’m at, and sits down next to me. The air is starting to feel electric, and my hairs are standing on end having him so close. His beautiful eyes look into mine, his lips are full and perfect.

“I could do for some danger, if it was the right kind,” I reply, trying to sound sultry.

Hawes smiles, and leans over to kiss me. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, caressing the sensitive spot on my nape. His kiss is both fiery and tender, heating the room up and making me feel comfortable at the same time. Making me feel safe and cared for.

He ends the kiss, looking at me, eyes soft and questioning. I want his lips back on mine this very instant. I want them other places, too.

“Rose, I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” My head is still reeling from the kiss.

“I know it sounds crazy, but… I love you, Rose,” he says, his voice earnest and vulnerable.

“I know,” I reply. I’m pretty sure I knew it already, but it fills me with excitement and happiness to hear it from his lips.

“Yeah, but. I mean, totally head-over-heels for you. You do something to me Rose, something that makes me want to do,” he pauses, collecting his thoughts, “want to do this.”

His lips cover mine again in a deep kiss, more passionate this time. My entire body turns on from his touch, and he presses into my lips, making me ache for more. He comes over me on the couch, and I lay down, his kiss not breaking as I can feel our breathing getting faster and the temperature in the room rising. His huge, muscled body is over me, and I can’t resist the urge to run my hands under his hoodie and over his hard abs and pecs, feeling the luscious, taut muscle while he plunders my mouth wholly. Licking, searching, pleasuring me. When he’s inside my mouth it feels like he’s touching somewhere else, and it makes me ache to have him touch down there again. Makes me ache to have him inside me.

Hawes moves from my mouth to my neck and up to my ear to the spot I love when he kisses. I can see his strong, buff arms propping himself up on the couch, and I enjoy the view while he’s on my neck, working wonders there.

It all feels so good. Feels so amazing. So wonderful. My body burns with his touch, and I don’t want him to stop. But right now I need to tell him how I feel first before we go any farther. Before we make this final.

“Hawes?” I ask, my voice breathy from the exertion of being turned on like only Hawes can do.

“Yes?” Hawes brings his gaze to mine, looking at me intently.

“I love you, too. I forgot to say that…”

Hawes laughs, and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. “I think I know, too,” he replies, looking like he’s unable to contain his happiness. His smile is contagious when he’s grinning ear to ear like this. I always want to make him smile like this.

“I want to be with you, Hawes. I’m sure of it,” I say, then bite my lower lip. I feel incredibly vulnerable, but I’m willing to take a chance with this wonderful, incorrigible, incredible man.

“And all that that implies?” he asks playfully, running his hand down my side to my hips, setting my skin aflame wherever his hand is.

“And all that implies,” I say with a little nod, the thought exciting me more than anything else has in my entire life.

His pheromones are everywhere, swirling around me, and they’ve been building quickly over the past few minutes. That incredible, spicy, masculine scent that is so distinctly his. It excites me and fills me with anticipation, and my wolf is howling with approval at this decision. But even though I know my wolf craves him, I know that the human part of me craves him too. The way he laughs. The way he makes me smile. The way he makes love to me. I want this man to be mine forever. And I want to be his.

The air is thick and heady, and I almost forgot that I wanted to take a shower when I got home. If I don’t now, then I won’t want him to stop doing what he was doing to my neck a second ago.

“Mind if I take a quick shower?” I ask tentatively, even though logically I know it’s not an unreasonable request. Part of me just doesn’t want to get up, either.

Hawes laughs, his scampy fang showing. “Of course. This is your house, after all.”

We both get up with great effort. In the back of my head I hear a pouty voice that doesn’t want to stop, but I still feel icky from all the exertion, and a quick shower is just want I want before we do anything else.

I go to the bathroom, and Hawes just watches me as I go, smiling and eyeing my sexily.

I go inside and close the door, then turn on the hot water. I shed my clothes quickly and retie my hair in a short ponytail, not wanting to get my hair wet for the time being. But every second away from Hawes feels like torture, and as soon as I start washing myself, my body only longs for Hawes’ touch even more. My skin almost aches to have his hands running along it, setting me alight in that way he is somehow able to do.

Surely Hawes wouldn’t mind taking a quick shower too?

G
ah
, my head is reeling with thoughts right now. And yet, all I can really focus on is the feel of her soft skin on my lips. The memory of her supple breasts in my hands. Her beautiful body in my arms.

A part of me is still unsure. Afraid this might be a hoax. That it’s to good to be true. But that part is getting increasingly more distant from me by the second. All I can do is wait patiently for my soon-to-be-mate and not lose my mind with attraction thinking about her in the meantime.

My thoughts are interrupted by Rose’s voice coming from the bathroom.

“Hawes? Could you come help me here with something?” her voice sounds nervous.

“Is everything ok?” I ask, standing and quickly walking over to the bathroom door, standing next to it.

“Everything’s fine. I just need your help… with something.”

I have no clue what it is, but I can’t say no to her. She could ask anything of me.

I open the door and go inside, closing it behind me. The room is warm, steam starting to form on the ceiling. I see Rose peering around the corner of the shower curtain, looking at me bashfully.

“I needed help, um, washing my back,” she says, sounding as unconvincing as she looks.

I eye her suspiciously, rolling my eyebrows playfully. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please hop in. I figure you wouldn’t mind to have a quick wash too,” she says, unable to hide the excitement in her voice.

I’m excited too. I shed my clothes, and I can’t help but catch her eyeing me hungrily, especially as I pull off my shorts. Her eyes pop open a little when she sees me down there, but I’m unable to contain my own excitement as well. I pull back the shower curtain and get in with her, closing the curtain behind me so she doesn’t get cold.

And I see Rose again.

So. Hot.

So. Freaking. Hot.

Every curve of her luscious body is perfect. Just as amazing as I remember it being from last time, yet even better. The intimacy of the shower is arousing, exciting, even thrilling.

She returns the look, enjoying what she sees me bringing to the table apparently, then looks up at me.

“I just couldn’t reach a certain spot,” she says, feigning innocence and pointing vaguely to nowhere in particular on her back.

It makes me chuckle. “Well, let me get that for you…” I grab the bottle of soap and get a good amount on my hands, making a soapy lather. She turns to face the hot stream of water, and I begin to run my hands up and down her back, first getting the so-called “spot”. But then my hands start to move everywhere else.

Her body is so soft, so curvaceous, that I can’t help wanting to explore every inch of her. Feel every curve. I come behind her, my long arms caressing her beautiful hips, then moving to her soft, curvy stomach, then up over her breasts. She gasps and I keep moving, but take note to go back there soon. I move over her shoulders and neck, then back around down her hips, coming agonizingly close to the place I want to go so badly, then back up to her breasts.

I love the feel of her silky body, only intensified by the slick feel of the suds and her soft sighs and gasps as I move my hands over her.

I’m so hard right now, touching her and feeling her like this. She turns me on so much. But right now all I care about is pleasing her completely.

My hands enjoy the feel of her large, soft breasts, cupping them, caressing them, squeezing them gently. I move my finger over her nipples and she gives out a rewarding moan of pleasure, which only makes me feel even more turned on by the second.

I squeeze her breasts again, pressing on the firm tips of her nipples with my finger, and she gasps again. Oh, so agonizingly good.

I turn her around, wanting to look into her eyes and see her reaction. She looks up at me, shocked from pleasure, then back down to my erection, her eyes widening at the sight of it. I may be big, but I don’t see it as relevant while I’m pleasing my woman.

I tip her eyes up to mine and smile, satisfied by the beautiful sight of her in front of me, but still not wholly satisfied that she’s been pleasured enough. Her eyes are blue and beautiful, her body is intoxicatingly hot, and I want her feel more pleasure than she’s ever felt before.

I want to make her come over and over.

I put my hands on her hips and bring my lips down to kiss her. She opens her mouth immediately, the hot, wet feel of her mouth heightened by the heat and wetness of the shower. I move inside her mouth, claiming her there.

I can feel her legs shudder, and not wanting to stop for fear of her slipping, I turn her and kiss her on the wall, propping her up with my hands on her hips.

The feeling is more intense now, my tongue thrusting into her, my mouth covering hers, stifling her moans of pleasure. The steam in the room is building, as if put there by the attraction and heat between us.

Unable to help myself, I leave one hand on her hip to help her stand, while the other moves down toward her legs. I put my hand in the place I put it before, at the hot spring, and move my finger in the center.

Rose wraps her arms around me and I catch her, shock and arousal in her face, tense like she’s close to coming, but not wanting to in the shower.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” I ask.

Rose nods eagerly.

B
eing
in the shower with Hawthorne is so incredible. He’s so hot, and his hands are a flurry of pleasure. But I’m afraid I’ll slip in the shower if I have an orgasm like the one in the hot spring. And it’s looking like it’s going to feel like that. Or even better.

I quickly dry myself off, but before I’m done Hawes picks me up in his arms.

“Which way?” he asks playfully, his smile arousing and contagious.

I point, and he opens the bathroom door and walks into my bedroom. Everything there is as it was when I left it a few days ago, in perfect order. My bed is a nice queen bed I got recently, but part of me longs for the huge, luxurious king bed at the mansion.

“We’ll have to go to the mansion tomorrow,” he says with a grin, as if reading my mind. “But for tonight, this is perfect.”

He lays me on the soft white sheets in the middle of the bed, and though normally I feel like the bed is just the right size, I feel dwarfed by Hawes kneeling above me. Every part of him is thick and muscled and hard. At the hot springs I didn’t really have a chance to enjoy the full view. But for now I’m soaking it in, the sight of his tanned skin everywhere, with ripped pecs and arms with a perfectly formed six-pack and ken doll lines.

“Shall we pick up where we left off?” he asks, gently pulling back the towel wrapped around me, revealing my naked body. His eyes are eager, dark, sensual as he eyes me up and down, feasting upon the sight of me. He growls, a deep and territorial sound. He runs his hands up and down my body, as if looking for the right spot for something. His touch feels amazing.

Then he starts to kiss me everywhere, and my body is on fire.

He starts with my shoulders, moving across the top of my chest, up my neck, down it, then farther down to my breasts. He licks and sucks on my breasts, holding them in his hands and kneading them as he kisses. I feel ablaze with pleasure. The feeling is so intense that it overwhelms me, but I don’t want it to stop.

He continues by kissing my soft belly, then down my side and my hips, down the outside of my thigh then back up the inside of my leg. The closer he gets to me down there, the more electric the feeling is. The faster it builds. It’s so agonizingly good. It’s as if he’s trying to toy with me, trying to extend my pleasure even farther. Trying to give me an even more powerful orgasm this time.

He’s circling me, kissing my legs and my hips and the lower part of my belly. Getting closer, closer. And I’m getting closer, closer, so close. Every part of me is on fire, all my senses are burning with the building arousal inside of me. It’s so intense that I’m unsure if I want the release or not. But as Hawes looks up at me from where he’s at below me, and smiles smugly, I know it’s coming whether I’m ready or not.

Holding my hips with his two large, powerful hands, he goes down and licks me, his tongue moving deftly down the middle of me. His hot, wet tongue hitting just the right spot, and at the same time feeling like he’s making love to my entire body at once.

The feeling is so incredible that it pushes me over the edge, and I come, all my senses exploding with sweet, sweet release. Hawes comes up over me as I come, and I grab him around the shoulders, anchoring myself to him as if to prevent myself from getting lost in the sea of pleasure cresting over me, wave after wave of pure ecstasy pulsing inside of me and through every part of me.

The sea eventually ebbs though, and I feel relaxed and pleasured. But not yet satisfied. My wolf is crying out for him to completely claim me. The pheromones in the air are thick and intoxicating, along with the sight of the sexy alpha on top of me. Looking at him, I can tell he feels the same way about me. His wolf is saying the same thing.

It’s crazy to think that not more than a few days ago, this man wasn’t more than a name in a file to me. But ever since our interaction that first night, part of me always knew it was going to be him. Always wanted him. As if we were made for each other, perfectly balancing each other out while making us collectively more than we could ever have been by ourselves. Two pieces that fit perfectly together.

“Hawes?” I ask. He looks at me intently. “What happens next?”

He just cocks his head to the side, puzzled.

“I mean, what happens after tonight?” I respond, clarifying.

“Ah. Well, I get the spend the rest of my days being the happiest wolf in the world to have you, and I have the honor of doing my best to make you the happiest wolf in the world. And I promise, I will make you happy,” he says, earnestly, completely meaning it.

“But what about MMA?” I ask.

“Oh that? Yeah, when you quit your job, I quit mine. I’m my own boss though, so the decision was unanimous.” He caresses my body while he’s on top of me, listening to what I have to say and responding to my questions. His touch is both soothing and arousing as I lay here on the bed.

“So what next for you?”

“It will be my pleasure to see to pleasuring you with whatever you want 24/7,” he says with a smile.

This man definitely looks like he couldn’t be happier doing exactly what he means. It reminds me of what I heard my father say before about shifters finding their mate. Sometimes it was a process, a courtship, a traditional sequence of getting to know someone and falling in love. But sometimes it was something you just knew, deep in your bones and penetrating your soul. I think that’s how my parents were. And I’m sure that’s how we feel about each other.

Satisfied by Hawes’ responses and getting more turned on by the second by his caressing hands, I look up at Hawes, who looks back at me, waiting on my every word.

“So, are you going to finish what you started?” I ask Hawes, trying to sound sultry, but still so elated from just going that I’m not sure I accomplished it.

“
With pleasure
,” Hawes replies.

I open my legs as he moves down and makes his chest parallel with mine. I have no idea what to expect. But with Hawes, everything is amazing. So I’m hopeful.

But nothing could have prepared me for just how good this part would feel.