Alphas on the Prowl (4 page)

“Please, Marshall,” she breathed.

“Soon, baby,” he soothed, his voice a deep rumble.
But first he was going to make her say his name a few more times.
He loved the sound of it on her lips. Straightening, he pulled the halter-top over her head until she was left with nothing, but her thong and pasties. Frowning, he peeled them off, baring puckered, pink nipples that begged for attention. Unable to help himself, he lowered his head to catch one between his teeth, biting down gently.

“Marshall!” Isabella gasped, and he reached up to roll the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, and then sucked hard, eliciting a long, low cry from her. He pinched the other nipple before switching his mouth to it and giving it the same treatment.

“Oh my God!”  Her skin prickled with goose-bumps as he kissed her breasts tenderly, then more roughly as his mouth sucked on her flesh, and his fingers tugged on her panties.

“Turn around,” he growled, tearing his mouth roughly away from her, and a wave of pleasure jolted through her body, her senses swirling.

She obeyed, and he immediately gripped her hips, lifting and positioning her on the lounge chair so her torso curved downwards with it, and propped the small pillow under her hips to thrust her pretty ass high into the air. He moaned his desire for her, as he spread her thighs apart, and drew in a ragged breath at the sight of her glistening pussy bared before his hungry gaze.

“Crotch-less panties?” Jealousy ripped through him at the realization that Isabella had probably worn these specifically for a sexual encounter. “You were planning to fuck someone else tonight?”

A shiver rolled down Isabella’s spine at his tone—dark, dangerous, and possessive. “I just wanted relief,” she whispered.

“Naughty girl. I’ll have to punish you for that.”

Before Isabella could ask what he meant, he delivered a stinging slap to her left ass cheek. She cried out, but to her surprise the pain gave way to a tingling pleasure. He slapped her again, and her cries turned into moans of pleasure as she felt the vibrations in her clit, pressed up intimately against the pillow. It was enough to bring her close to the edge of another orgasm, but not enough to drive her over.

“You have a beautiful ass, Isabella,” she dimly heard him rumble from behind her. “So soft and round, and a lovely shade of pink now.” She gasped as he dragged his hot, wet tongue over one cheek, then the other, then kissed and nipped at the sensitized flesh. “But enough of this. I need to feel myself buried inside of you.”

She heard him unzip his pants to free his cock, felt him spread her legs wider, tilt her ass further into the air, and then his hard cock was brushing the entrance of her pussy. “Marshall!” she gasped as he began to slowly ease himself inside of her tight pussy. He fed it into her inch, by torturous inch, so slowly she thought she might just have to beg him to put her out of her misery.

“Do you like that, baby? Does it feel good?”

“More,” Isabella pleaded desperately. “Please!” She barely recognized the words that were coming out of her mouth—they were wanton and utterly out of control. She honestly didn’t know this woman was hidden inside her before, but now that she was out to play she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

“Like this?” He slammed his cock roughly inside her, and she screamed as shockwaves of pleasure radiated through her body. He then began to pull out, slowly again. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes!” Isabella’s breath was ragged, her eyes reflecting her need.

The wolf inside Marshall growled as he slammed his cock home inside her, reveling in the scream of pleasure that flew from her wet lips. Lifting her hips higher, he gripped harder, as he pumped in and out of her, listening to the slap of her ass cheeks against his flesh.

“God, you’re so beautifully tight.” he groaned, leaning over her and reaching one hand forward to stroke her clit, the other to play with her nipples. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

“Yes, yes, oh God, yes! More!” she cried, pumping her hips back to meet him stroke for stroke, her ass bobbing up and down in the air in a way that drove him absolutely crazy. He watched as she threw her head back, long brown hair spilling over her shoulders, and removed a hand from her breasts to grip a handful of it, pulling so her back arched, and she was forced to support herself with the palms of her hands.

“Tell me no one can ever fuck you the way I do. Tell me I’m the only one who’s ever made you feel this way.” He growled, panting as he continued to slam himself inside her, watching as her entire body quivered in pleasure. He tugged on her hair again. The wolf inside him wanted—no,
needed
—her to give him a declaration before he claimed her.
“Tell me.”

“Yes!” Isabella sobbed, and while she would have said anything in order to keep him pumping her full of his hard, thick cock, this had the ring of truth to it. No lover had ever made her burn so hot, throb so badly, ache so hard for him like he did. And the hand he had buried between her legs, stroking her clit in time to her thrusts, had her nearly diving over the edge. She doubted anyone else would ever make her feel so much. “Only you… it’s only ever going to be you!”

A shiver racked her body as he howled—a sound that was both triumphant and inhuman. He slammed into her one last time before leaning over and sinking his teeth into her shoulder. She screamed again as that bite catapulted her into the most intense orgasm she’d ever had.

Wave after wave of pleasure buffeted her until her mind couldn’t take it anymore, and she mentally shattered. The last thing she was aware of was Marshall roaring as he spilled himself inside her before she blissfully blacked out, tumbling into an utterly dreamless sleep.

* * *

Isabella opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. She was back in her own bed, but rather than feeling relieved as she’d expected to be she was disappointed that Marshall wasn’t laying beside her. She’d slipped out of the bedroom while he’d been sleeping last night and caught a cab home, making excuses to Sandra that she was tired and needed to be up early the next morning.

Thankfully Sandra was too drunk by that point to remember that today was Saturday, but Isabella was pretty sure she’d be getting a call later today for weaseling out.

“Nice to see you’re finally up.”

Isabella jerked up to see Marshall sitting at the edge of the bed, and she gasped. His pupil’s dilated and he sucked in a breath, and she looked down to realize the sheet had slipped down, exposing her naked breasts.

She tried to yank the sheet back up, but in the blink of an eye he was on her, the bed creaking under his weight as he gently pulled the sheet back down to expose her to his hungry gaze.

“Did you think you could just have insanely hot sex with me and then walk away?” he chuckled, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her nipple.

“I…” Isabella’s head fell back, and she moaned. “How did you get into my apartment?”

“Us werewolves have a really good sense of hearing. Makes it easy to pick locks.” He winked, and pinched her nipple and she gasped, warmth and wetness flooding her pussy.

“You… shouldn’t…”

“Be doing this?” Marshall leaned forward, and ran his tongue along the underside of her jaw. “Maybe you’re right. But do you really think I can stay away from you when I’m right next door? I can smell your heat, your wetness.” He nibbled her jawline. “I don’t think a one night stand is going to work between us, sweetheart.”

“I thought you said last night would take the edge off,” she panted as he pulled the sheet down to reveal the rest of her body.

“You didn’t wake up horny, did you?” he asked, kissing a trail down her quivering abdomen. His mouth curved into a cocky grin that told her that he knew
exactly
how she was feeling.

“Hard to… say… now,” she managed, her head swimming with lust. She met his gaze and that disconcerting electric current passed between them again.

He laughed, and unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock. “Guess I’m making it pretty hard for you to think, huh?”

He moved quickly, and suddenly his lips were on hers. The intensity behind his kiss took her breath away, and she could do little more than moan against his lips. She was now crushed against his chest, her hands sliding over the soft material of his t-shirt, fingers finding the warm skin of his neck, grazing over his pulse, his heart beating strong and hard, but not as fast as hers.

Wordlessly he rose above her, pulling off his t-shirt, and pressing her legs apart with his knees. She offered no resistance, shifting beneath him, smiling in anticipation. He settled between her legs, just out of her reach as she squirmed and twisted. She wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer, aching to feel him inside her.

“Do you want me, Isabella?”

She drew a deep breath, inhaling his scent, letting it fill her senses. “Yes.”

In that instant, his mouth was on hers again, and the kiss deepened. The moans she thought were hers belonged to Marshall, and she finally picked up her own sounds, whimpers and sighs, higher pitched, frenzied, mixing with his.

His hands slid behind her back, pulling her close, one cradling the back of her head, the other coming to rest on the curve of her ass. She was held fast, weightless, bound to him, against him, in a wash of animal lust.

A deep heat bloomed in her belly, the first jolt hitting her like a sledgehammer. She cried out against his mouth, as his cock thrust deep inside of her, her tongue lashing against his, suddenly aching with a need so fierce it made her dizzy.

“Oh god,” he groaned. “You have no idea how amazing you feel.”

Isabella locked her legs around his hips, not even trying to fight it, and gripped the sheets tightly as he made love to her, crying out as her entire body was wracked with pleasure. She closed her eyes, ashamed at how she might look, deep in the throes of passion.

This was too good. How could she have thought she’d be satisfied with a one-night stand?

“Open your eyes, Isabella. Look at me.”

She opened her eyes. Marshall held her gaze as he pushed his cock inside of her once more, stroking her sensitive folds with his thick, steely shaft. Isabella shivered with pleasure.

He caught her in a kiss, his mouth hard on hers as his tongue probed and thrust, meeting hers, the intensity betraying his desire.

He was everything she wanted, her body singing beneath his, every sense alive. Her hands roamed over his back, the feel of his skin, the muscles tensing, and relaxing as he moved above her.

His hips pressed her to the bed, rhythm driving him into her body. Isabella gave back as good as she got, rocking beneath him, meeting him stroke for stroke. Marshall buried his head against her neck, his breath rasping against her smooth skin. For an instant, she was swept away by the passion between them, the movement of their bodies together totally and utterly intoxicating.

They shifted on the bed, moving together, Marshall cradling Isabella against his body. She lost track of time and space, where she ended and he began. It was heady and delicious, the heat and arousal rising as the passion between them increased.

As it reached a fever pitch, Marshall lifted his head, his eyes shining in the dim light, searching hers. “Isabella…” It was part question, part demand.

She nodded, lifting her hand and placing it on his cheek. “Yes, Marshall…I’m ready.”

With a sharp cry, he thrust harder, filling her completely, utterly. Her body was suffused with such intense waves of pleasure she felt herself slide into blackness, echoes of pleasure rippling out to every limb.

“Oh, oh, oh!” she cried out as the orgasm shattered her, turning her into a mindless vessel filled only with pleasure.

She let go, let her body take over, and cried out beneath him, joining him as he climaxed. She shook wildly in his arms, felt him try to steady her, to guide her down this blinding path of need and desire.

They lay together in a tangle of arms and legs, their hearts pounding, breathing fast and hard. The last thing Isabella was aware of was Marshall brushing the hair away from her face, kissing her softly.

She turned her head after a few moments to look at him, and her breath caught at the tenderness in his eyes. “This is crazy,” she murmured, tracing his cheek with her fingers.

He caught her hand with his own, and pressed it more firmly against his cheek. “If you need some space, I’ll keep my distance until you’re ready.”

Isabella’s heart melted. She knew how agonizing it had been for her these past few weeks as a human, to keep herself away from him. As a werewolf, it had to have been ten times worse to be separated from his mate, but he was willing to put himself through it again so she could have time to process all that had happened.

“No. Please, stay.” Her heart skipped a beat, and her face went hot.

He blinked. “Are you sure?”

Isabella took in a shaky breath. “I’ve never felt like this before, Marshall, and I don’t know where this is going to lead us, but there’s one thing I’m sure of. I’m meant to be with you. However that may be, your life mate, your soul mate… whatever, and however it needs to happen, all I know is that I can’t spend another day without you.”