The Alpha's Desire 5 (2 page)

From the moment I’d woken up that morning, I’d been waited on hand and foot. Breakfast in bed while family and staff both gathered everything needed to get me ready for my big day. Only thing that had been bigger was the smile that stayed plastered on my face causing my cheeks to ache even before the ceremony had begun. I’d thought many times of my mother, wanting her to see all of this. I hoped that there was truth to angels looking down from heaven.

In this field, a few rows of seats, twenty in all, had been draped in white material as well, each sashed with blue bows and starfish. The fish had been crafted out of clay and painted with such intricate details, from a distance one would have sworn them real. The whole scene had been surreal and beautiful, as if anything could have improved upon the day I finally became Mrs. Roberts. We’d said our
I do’s
and then kissed to the clapping of family. My wolf sighed with each memory that touched my heart, always would, until the day I died. No one forgets such perfect moments.

The only person still alive, from back home, I’d wished could have attended was Chloe. I’d called her a few times since being here. Never had I gotten the welcome or warmth I used to from my friend. I had been gone a long time now, and I figured it would take Chloe some time to forgive me for not calling when Lex had gone missing anyway. Now, my friend, who had only been offered lame lies to make a bad situation worse, couldn’t understand why I wasn’t coming back, why I’d let a man, a stranger, whisk me away, never to return.

Even when I’d told Chloe the news of my getting married, I had sensed the lecture my friend had wanted to give me. I hadn’t gotten it, but the conversation had been strained even with me babbling on a mile a minute. Chloe had offered the words she should in a forced cheery voice, though I knew it was probably one of the last times we’d speak. She’d not been excited for me as she once would have been. There didn’t seem much of a point to continuing the relationship. It had become an obligation only, for both of us, one probably best left alone now. Yet, I’d always miss her, what we’d once been to each other, and regret that I’d not see her again, that I couldn’t share the best times of my life with the one person who had supported me my whole life until Lex.

I didn’t regret any of my decisions though, as if my heart would have let me chose any other way. As I cuddled in closer, heard the growl of my wolf mate, I knew I’d not had a choice. Even if I’d had, I’d not done anything differently, not even cower from going into an abandoned warehouse full of wolves waiting to capture me to get him back from the spelled chains of his captor. All of it had gotten us here, and I wouldn’t give up a day on this island.

Plus, the Royals had taken me in like family. Not that I wasn’t a blood relation, but they’d not treated me like the very distant cousin several times removed I truly was; instead, one would have thought me as closely related as a daughter or sister.  They’d brought me in, given me a room in the castle, shared daily meals, plus bought me everything I’d need and more. Yet, it went far beyond that. The bonds of friendship had formed quickly, especially through all my training, both magical and werewolf.

Lex stirred beside me, the sounds emanating from his chest becoming more primal as he picked up on my feelings of being so happy, so content, and so thankful for my life.  Most of the time I still couldn’t believe that this life was mine. Just the fact of the power I had inside me astounded. I glanced at a paw, but knew my hands to hold great magic, energy that had remained dormant inside me, as it should have after so many generations of marriage with humans. Yet, falling for Lex, my werewolf protector, a werewolf spelled with the same magic, had awakened powers that should never have come about. In being tested, analyzed and then trained, no one, not even the Royals, had expected all I would be able to do.

Love, indescribable and fierce, remained the only explanation.

Chapter Two

It took just that thought of us to get Lex, reading me, using our empathic connection, to have him playfully leap onto my back. I rolled, tossing his body off, before coming up to a four-legged stance, dipping my shoulders and head, tail out straight, in a fighting stance. He quickly recovered, leaping at me, taking me down again. We continued on this way, wrestling, frolicking in the clearing, each of us equals in this form until he transformed back to human, for a minute bear hugging my wolf until I followed suit.

Naked on the warm, soft grass, we continued to play fight, grabbing at wrists, each trying to pin the other down even if I was no match for him now. I did manage to use my strong thighs to wrap around his waist, get him in a hold that only excited us both. I called it a win when his cock hardened against me. He groaned, growled, rolled us around a bit more until his lips found mine.

The kiss quickly grew to searing, the hard press of his mouth against mine. In seconds, his tongue insisted on entry, swiping along the seam of my lips. When our tongues warred, each giving as good as we were getting, the pulses of our connection along with our bodies pressed hard together, the passion incited shot straight through to my core, tightening my belly, causing tiny contractions to begin even as I trembled in need of him.

My stomach, pressed against his growing erection, fluttered even as it tightened more. My heart skipped a beat each time he used his hands to pull me into him tighter. I arched up against him, hip bones pressed against hip bones letting me know I was alive, keeping me fully in the moment rather than letting all my concentration flow to the area between my thighs. At least I had a lot of padding in that area, though that fact only seemed to arouse him more.

He never seemed to grow tired of looking at me though. After all of the years of being self-conscious of my generous curves, he’d made it so that I loved them too.  With everything else in my life, it was his love that gave me the most self-confidence, the most happiness, the most reason to get up and be grateful in the morning. Having this odd way of seemingly reading my thoughts, which was actually only an educated guess based on what he could feel of my emotions, he pulled back to look at me.

I smiled, still a bit bashfully with my now swollen lips as he pushed me to the grass until I sprawled there in the sunlight, open to his gaze. I had to squint to see him, making him fuzzy, more ethereal-looking over the top of me. My skin grew tingly, similar to the feeling of my magic though it had only to do with his intense stare. Sometimes the way he looked at me gave me the sensation of feather touches, phantom ones I supposed, all up and down my body.

“I love you. I don’t care if you ever tire of hearing it, I won’t stop saying it,” Lex said in a gruff voice deep with emotion. “I love the way your light brown hair cascades around your face, your shoulders in long curls. Your blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight showing your smile. I honestly can’t get enough of you.”

“Lex, we are with each other every day, but yeah, I know exactly what you mean. I won’t ever tire of hearing you say that you love me any more than I could get tired of the way that you look at me. I’ve never seen that look in another man’s eyes, at least not for me.”

“Then shame on them, but I am greedily glad that that is so. I want to be the only one to love you this way. Fully. Completely. I want a thousand perfect moments like these. Is that too much to ask?”

“I hardly think so after all we have been through to get here. We’ve survived a half dozen werewolf attacks, and my inexperience with my magic, to be here. Not to mention the…”

He cut me off by finishing my sentence, “nothing. We will not mention anything else to mar this moment. It has been so nice to be without the constant threat of the true werewolves. I can see why they are jealous of us magical ones, and being on this island for six months now, I can even begin to feel sorry for them, for their plight, but miss them, no way.  We have had a normal life since being here finally.”

“Normal?” I said with a full laugh. “There is nothing normal about living secluded away from the world on a secret island full of every luxury with all sorts of magical powers to boot at our disposal. My life back home, as a mere human at a pencil-pushing job that barely allowed me to pay rent and eat while I dreamed of more, of being a writer… That was normal. This is some sort of dream I hope I never wake from.”

“Yes, may we never wake from it, and rarely have to get dressed,” he said, his voice suddenly even more grave. “I’ve never been happier than I have been this last month being your husband, and your true mate. I’m the luckiest man alive, I swear.”

He leaned down then and kissed my stomach as I smiled like a fool at his words. Watching his dark locks, then looking down over his naked form that knelt now beside me, I blinked in the sunlight regretting each moment I didn’t have him in my view.
How was that for greedy?
I surmised with a petulant amount of glee.

His growing erection hung between his legs, balls hanging behind it making the perfect picture, causing me to grow even wetter if possible. My pussy pulsed, wanting, needing to be filled by him. The ache for him nearly drove me to madness at times. Going for sheer insanity, I admired all of his hard, muscular edges, the curve of his back, and the rounded mound of his ass.

I arched my own back again, pushing my hard nipples out, begging for attention which he readily granted me, as he did my every desire. I wanted him desperately, filling me, yet I bit my tongue to find patience, moving my hand, my well-manicured fingers, to scrape over what I could reach of his tight, tan skin.

“You make me feel so beautiful, and so full of lust that I could scream,” I said, the reality of the statement for some reason sending a small shiver down my spine, making me wonder for a brief second if this dream could somehow disappear in the blink of an eye.

Shaking my head at the thought, as he latched onto a nipple, a small inferno ignited in my chest that exploded down through my body. As he’d moved closer, I slid my hand between his thighs. Making my fingers a vice around the silky, red skin, I gloried in his sharp intake of breath that made the breast in his mouth tingle even as his teeth scraped against the sensitive nub. The drum of my pulse radiated to my nipples, hardening the already tight buds to that painful end of pleasure as he paid me back in spades by biting down with his teeth a little.

Scooting my body, I slide my back along the grass until my head positioned under his hips, his cock in line with my lips so I could flick out my tongue and catch the small, salty drop of pre-cum there on the slit in the middle of the head as I latched onto him again. He jumped, and so I took my time inching his length into my mouth.  As I eased him in, replacing each finger with my warm, wet lips, once that hand was free, I reached back to cup his heavy balls.

I slide and swirled my tongue, taking him in as far as he would go. Looking up at his face, his eyes had darkened, clouded with lust. I didn’t know if that was from my ministrations or from the depravity of the situation of getting a blow job in the middle of a field. I didn’t care at this point either.

We both had hearing good enough to be alerted if anyone came this way; still, making love in the middle of a field, the wide open expanse of land, the sun warm on our skin, it had a certain dangerous appeal to it, a thrill one just didn’t get in a bedroom. They say to walk the land in bare feet puts one in touch with it, clears one’s energy. It had nothing on grinding your naked ass into it as the one you love moves in and out of you with an animalistic need.

As his fingers tangled in my thick mane, he growled, “I won’t last much longer if you keep that up, not that I want to complain about the attention.”

Sliding him out of my mouth, I appreciated how red and hard I’d made him. I’d never tire of staring at any part of this alpha male of mine either. With a sinister grin and a nod of understanding, I edged my body out from under his until I was sprawled out on my back on the grass, my wide open thighs right under his head. I let my red-tipped fingers play with my swollen wet folds, listening to his growl deepen, low and fierce, even falter, as I teased myself. Licking my lips, a growl emerged from me as well knowing what his tongue could do to me all too well.

“Let me do that,” he begged, his voice now hoarse.

His hands grabbed onto my thighs as if they were a lifeline. Pushing them open further as his fingertips dug into my skin, he lowered his mouth slowly until the pants of his breath bathed my wetness, causing a warmth followed by a chill as he breathed in and out so close to my sensitive skin. This pause of his a sign he was barely holding onto his control, I moved my hips off the ground as much as I could manage to call him to me.

He gave a hard laugh, a grin pulling up the sides of his mouth a touch before he lowered himself, let his tongue swipe along my folds, causing my mind to blur, my vision to follow suit. Laying back, closing my eyes, seeing the spots of the sun through my eyelids, I let go, let him, lick, nibble, and arouse me further until his tongue brushed against my clit and I felt my undoing begin.

“You taste so good,” he said after placing a kiss on my mound with his full lips wet with my juices.

“Don’t tease me. More,” I choked out.

My hips bucked, begging him for attention, as my labored breathing began to burn my dry throat.

“Oh, I’m going to make you come, my love. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. Before you know it, I’ll have you screaming my name.”

With that challenge laid out between us, he lowered his mouth to me again, his tongue flicked out at my clit giving it a gentle spanking that made my breath hitch, stop a second, as I closed my eyes again to the world spinning around me. He made me feel so loved, so wanted, in a way I’d never known possible, especially when his tongue pushed harder against my engorged nub, putting in the effort, knowing exactly what I liked, what drove me close to insane.

As I began to writhe on the ground, the contractions in my lower stomach increasing, growing harder, closer together, he pulled back another second, I knew to watch the majestic dance of my pussy just before I came. He’d talked about it at length before. When my hips bucked up, begging for more, for mercy, he sucked my clit in-between his lips. The repetition of his movements against me threw me over that precipice where I rode out the throbs of passion that built inside of me, clenching at the grass, ripping tufts of it up into my hands, before I cried out his name, the sound of my voice breathy, sultry, weak, music to my ears as my body continued its own tune.

As I weathered the last of the after orgasm tremors that shook me, he lowered his head to my mound. I could feel him sniffing me, a wolf thing, the air chilling as his heated cheek warmed me. Just as I regained a few normal breaths, the whirlwind began again when he slid his body up mine.

“You okay?” he asked, looking at me with hooded, misty eyes.

His emotions for me most of the time my undoing, I managed to answer, “Of course. Better than okay by far.”

He pulled my body to his, bringing my nipples back to life as they were pressed against his hard chest. With his erection nestled in the soft pouch of my stomach, I caressed his hips with my legs, wrapping myself around him, using my calves to pull him in tighter. As he caressed my hair, my face with his free hand, I loved the mix of gentle touch with short grips to show me how much he wanted to make love and fuck me at the same time. I knew the feeling all too well. The woman in me meshed with my new savage beast he’d awakened, making my want to be loved in all ways.

These beyond intimate moments still rattled me to some degree, making me lose my ability to think clearly, to breathe slowly. His hands roamed frantically over my body, memorizing once again each hill and valley, each soft curve as if he didn’t already know every inch of me. I could no longer help myself though, wiggling my hand between us, wrapping my fingers around his cock.

He growled, a puff of air bathing my lips before I connected them to his. As the kiss lingered, I bit at his lip, pushing him further. Moving them a struggle, I managed to work the tip of his erection to nestle in my warm opening. So slick with my desires, one pop of my hips and he slid in, making my inner walls contract around him as the head stretched me. Our startled cries rang out together, muffled by our joined lips, as he invaded me in such an intimate way.

“I want you,” I said, my voice a desperate plea.

“I know,” he said in his cocky way that only turned me on further, which he very well knew and used against my.