To Love an Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance)

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To Love an Alpha

Chapter 1

“We can’t Kenny.”

“Clarissa, we have to. The pack is splitting. The only way we can ensure we can be together is if we mate.”

Clarissa laid her head on Kenny’s shoulder. This was the wolf that she had loved since she was a child. Even now, twenty years after they first met, her feelings for him haven’t changed. He was her best friend, and she couldn’t imagine her life without him.

He was right when he said the pack was splitting. Alpha DeMarcus had been killed. The pack hunted down the rogue wolves that had murdered him and dealt their own kind of justice.

Unfortunately, that left the pack without an Alpha. Alpha DeMarcus had no heir. He had never had children, his mate being killed before there were any pups.

What he had were two top betas, one of whom he was going to appoint as his successor. When he died before he could make a decision, the two betas went at each other, each trying to assert their dominance over each other, each trying to claim rights to the pack.

As a result, the pack was starting to split. Some sided with Kenny’s father, the Beta Joseph, some with Clarissa’s, the Beta Kenneth.

She knew it was only a matter of time before she was taken away from Kenny. They were to mate formally in one month, on the next full moon, but with all the anger in the pack, she didn’t know if they would make it until then.

“I love you Clarissa. I want to be with you forever, have cubs with you. We don’t have much time. I don’t want our fathers to tear us apart. If we are mated, they can’t do it. They would have to let us stay together.”

Clarissa knew Kenny was telling the truth. She didn’t want to be away from him either. She loved him. He was hers. She knew it and so did her wolf.

She didn’t want to it to come down to her choosing her mate over her father, but she couldn’t lose him. She just couldn’t.

She brought her head up and looked him in his eyes. She loved him, always have and always will. As she looked at him it was if everything in the world fell away. She saw him close his eyes. She knew then that he thought she would refuse him. She almost had.

“My love?”

Kenny opened his eyes.

“Come.”

She stood up and led Kenny into the room. Her parents had built a cottage for Clarissa just last year when they knew she was to be mated. They wanted her to have a place where she could go in privacy. It now served its purpose well.

She led Kenny to the bed and sat down. Butterflies were in her stomach. She had never made love before. She knew what it was but looking into her mates eyes, she became nervous.

It was uncommon for a female to still be untouched. Most werewolves were very sexual beings. But she had made up her mind that until she had mated Kenny she would remain a virgin. It was a great honor she could give him. Once, the entire pack would have been witness to this honor, but now there was no audience. Clarissa preferred it that way. It felt more… right.

She lay back on the bed and waited. When many seconds passed, she sat up and looked at Kenny in confusion. He was just staring at her, heat in his eyes.

“Did I do something wrong?”

****

Kenny couldn’t help but chuckle. He knew his beloved was untouched but the way she acted now made him think she had never seen the act.

He let his eyes roam over her, letting his gaze settle at her breast. She had perfect breast. It didn’t matter what she wore
. They strained against the fabric, just asking to be let free.

He took in her nervousness. How even though she didn’t know what lay ahead, she was still willing to give herself to him.

He walked up to her and placed one forefinger beneath her chin and leaned down to kiss her briefly on the lips.

“No my love, you have done nothing wrong. You are so beautiful,” he said. “Tonight will be perfect.”

He saw her relax a little. He didn’t want to overwhelm her and decided to take things slow, even though his wolf shouted in his head for him to claim their mate.

He sat next to her on the bed. She turned her eyes to meet his and he was stunned like he always was when looking into them.

His gazed left her face and traveled down her shoulders to her arm. Her mark was just visible under her sleeve, the mark that made her his.

He reached his hand out and let his thumb tail across the marking. It was a crescent moon like the one on him. They were the only two in the pack with the marks. Even then, the marks went unnoticed until the two were around each other.

As was the case now, the marks began to glow when in each other’s presence. His, a steady glow, hers pulsing, as if becoming a beacon for him.

He bent his head and his lips softly touched hers. It was feather soft and intimate. This was the love of his life. His soul mate and he would make sure tonight was one she enjoyed. One she would never regret.

***

Clarissa let her eyes drift close as Kenny bent his head to hers. She felt his lips touch hers, so soft it was barely a kiss.

He kissed her again. This time more firmly. She felt his tongue press against her lips and she opened to him, allowing him access.

Sensation darted through her, going from her mouth down to her breast and abdomen. It found its resting place in between her thighs.

She knew what she was feeling. Recognized it for what it was. She moaned deep in her throat. Her thighs began to rub together as Kenny moved his hand from her shoulder and began to massage her breast, his thumb flick across her nipple in a slow motion, sending sensation shooting through her.

She was on fire and knew that they hadn’t even gotten to the best part.

He deepened the kiss, scooting closer to her. His hand slid inside the front of her nightgown, pulling the thin fabric down with his movement, exposing her breast.

He broke the contact with her lips, his gaze going to her bare skin. His eyes drank in the sight of her.

He used his other hand to let the rest of the garment fall to around her shoulders, and she brought her arms up, freeing herself of the gown. His eyelids were heavy, full of lust.

His fingers found her nipples, rolling them in between the tips. He brought his head down to hers again and began to kiss her once more, leaning into her until her felt the bed touch her bare back.

Her heart was beating a fast rhythm inside of her chest. She was scared but she wanted this. Wherever it would take her, she was going with her mate. There was no other place she wanted to be.

His hands roamed her flesh, rubbing and squeezing on her skin. The low burn in the apex of her thighs was an almost unbearable delight.

He shifted his head from her mouth to her neck, trailing kisses to the deep valley of her breast. She was sure he could feel how fast her heart was beating, but he gave no indication.

“Heart of my heart, I love you Clarissa.” He ended his sentence with a kiss between her breasts. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. Her eyes flew open, her hand going to the back of his head. She wasn’t sure if it was to pull him away or push him closer.

She turned on her side, rubbing her legs up and down along his. Her hips began to rub against his hard manhood, as if of their own accord.

Coming up, he nuzzled her neck, taking in the scent of her arousal. Rising, he stood before the bed and began to undress. Clarissa never took her eyes off him.

He disposed of his shirt first. His chest, lightly dusted with brown hair, was broad and chiseled with muscles.

He hands went to the zipper of his pants and the fabric fell away in slow motion. He wore no underwear and his erect manhood sprang free. He was large, and she had a moment’s fear of how she might accommodate him.

His hips were slim, leading down to long powerful legs. He was beautiful, every inch of him.

Her eyes searched his. He was watching her. A slow smile was spreading across his face.

“Enjoying the view?”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip. He grabbed her by the hips and slowly slid the gown free of her body. She had lacy black panties on which he disposed of next. A low growl came from his throat. He licked his lips and came at her like she was prey.

He kissed up her legs, starting at her toes and trailing kisses to her inner thigh. Her shock was audible when he settled between her legs, and began his feast.

Licking slowly, he devoured her. Tasting her and taking her in. Her grew became louder and louder. Her body grasped for something just out of her reach.

Her hands gripped the sheets, her hips moving to a rhythm set by Kenny. She felt herself going higher and higher, her moans rose higher and came from somewhere deeper in her throat. She had never known this kind of pleasure. She didn’t think it could get better than this.

When the release hit her, she saw stars and wave after wave of pleasure brought tears to her eyes. She could barely breathe. As the pleasure started to fade, the occasional pulse hit her, reminding her of how good she had just felt.

She felt the bed shift and opened her eyes. Kenny was between her legs. She opened her legs a little wider to allow him better access.

“You looked so beautiful just now. I look forward to making you feel that way for the rest of our lives.”

He lowered his head to her mouth. The kiss was deep and long. He snaked one of his hands down between be legs and rubbed her. She felt little sparks of pleasure shooting up through her belly.

He felt wonderfully heavy, his weight a comfortable one. Removing his hand he positioned himself at her entrance. He pressed his knees against her thighs and looked her in her eyes.

“I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

Before she could ask him what he meant, he slid into her with one powerful thrust. The pain was searing. She felt like crying as she was filled.

Kenny didn’t move a muscle. His breathing was fast, as if this hurt him as much as she.

She had seen wolves together before. It always seemed they enjoyed this act.

Clarissa felt Kenny kissing her neck, swirling his tongue around her ear, until finally her brought his lips to hers. He kissed her deeply. Whispering “I love you” as he came up.

He began to move. Clarissa braced herself for the pain, but found that the movement brought sparks of pleasure to her. Her hips were starting to move along with Kenny, following the pace he set.

It was pure delight. Every time he withdrew from her, she felt empty, just to have him fill her once more.

She opened her mouth to call his name, but her voice caught in her throat as another wave of pleasure rocked through her.

She wanted this feeling to last forever, the weight of him upon her body never to lesson. She brought her arm around his back and brought her nails down his back. She loved the feel of him.

Clarissa shifted, wrapping her legs around his hips. She contracted and relaxed her inner muscles and heard him take a sharp breath.

“You tease.” He said smiling.

His hands slid beneath them, cupping her ass as he began to pump faster. She felt the glorious building of something she would never be able to name, coming up inside her once more.

He body began to convulse, clenching her muscles over and over again, leaving her limp and weak.

Kenny flipped her, her knees coming up to support her weight. He slid into her slowly, she felt every inch of him, a sweet agony.