Alpha's Virgin Pup (Puppyville Pack, #2) (3 page)

“Bed. Now,” Brick commands, panting. “On your back.”

“Okay,” I whisper, except I can’t seem to move my feet.

That doesn’t slow Brick one bit, he guides me to the edge of the bed, and lay me down. Brick walks to the drawer by the bed and pulls out a tube of lube. Since we werewolves can’t catch anything, we don’t bother using protection—the thought of Brick riding me bareback excites me to no end.

I shiver as he assumes position.

“Nervous?” Brick asks. I’m terrified, but that fear eases up a little when Brick blankets his body over mine and does a little foreplay.

Brick kisses the side of my jaw, and starts his way down my neck, licking and sucking. Each kiss leaves a singe on my skin, and sends tiny electric jolts to my chest and groin. I become aware of Brick’s weight pressing against my body, and the knowledge he holds me captive thrills me a little.

“Nothing to be nervous about, Bobby. I’m going to make sure your first time is something you’d never forget,” Brick promises.

But I don’t want anyone but you. Brick, you’re going to be my first and my last. You just don’t know it yet.

Brick takes one of my nipples in his mouth, and seals the sensitive bud with his heat. My body spasms at the sudden flood of sensation. Brick doesn’t slow down. He reaches between our bodies, and glides his hand over my tormented shaft.

“Oh God,” I whisper.

“Don’t you dare come without my permission, Bobby,” Brick orders after releasing my nipple.

He does the other one, this time leaving a bite. The slight pain and his hand movements make for a heady concoction. I moan, but I remember his warning. I’m so close to bursting. My balls draw tight against my body, but I don’t want to disappoint Brick. And honestly, knowing Brick wields the power to deny me was shockingly hot and sexy.

“Good pup,” Brick murmurs. He places a kiss on my ribs before resuming position. My entire body feels so strung up, so wrought with tension. My sensitive nipples still tingle with a slight ache, and my cock’s rock-hard. I don’t know how long I can hold it.

Brick positions himself and lifts my legs over my shoulders. His gaze slides to my throbbing erection, then back to my face. A flush appears on my ears and the back of my neck. Brick grins, clearly enjoying this. Brick rubs at the inside of my thigh, his touch a comfort.

“Relax, pup. Enjoy the ride,” Brick says in soothing tones.

He uncaps the lube and drizzles a generous amount down my crack, before coating his fingers. Brick’s fingers prod my puckered opening, teasing the flesh, before he slowly slides a finger in. I take Brick’s advice and try to relax.

Brick goes up to the knuckle, and all the way in. “Doing good there, Bobby? Tell me if you’re feeling uncomfortable, okay?”

I can’t believe Brick’s such a considerate lover. You can’t tell from afar. Who knew underneath his muscle, ink, and scars, was the real caring and thoughtful Brick?

God, Brick. Stop making me fall further in love with you.

“You say something, Bobby?”

“No. I’m fine.” My face heats up. “Feels good.”

Brick works a second digit in and begins scissoring his way in. Once he deems me ready, Brick nudges his cockhead in. My eyes widen suddenly. Brick feels massive.

“You’re so big, Brick. Can you really fit in me?” I whisper.

“Deep breaths, pup. I’ll go slow, and I promise it’s going to feel so good soon.”

I obey, and Brick’s entry is smoother.

“Fuck, Bobby. You feel so tight. Like a fist closing over me,” Brick murmurs. Once he passes the thick ring of muscle, the burn fades. Brick’s nails dig into the flesh of my hips. He sinks hilt-deep, glowing inside me like a brand. “Eyes on me, pup.”

I look up at him, and Brick begins to move. Slow at first, he makes sure I get used to the size of him. Brick increases his momentum, and each time our bodies join, he thrusts fire into my insides. Brick uses one hand to begin pumping my needy cock in tune with his thrusts. The dual sensation of Brick’s cock slamming into me like a perfect fit, and his hand working my shaft makes my mind reel. Starts my heart at a gallop and makes my chest rise and fall, rubbing against Brick’s hard wall of flesh.

Brick growls, his eyes a wild shade of amber and I know my eyes are like that too. Our spiritual wolves are no longer prowling and eyeing each other. The beasts are weaving against each other, like they have been waiting for this moment all their lives.
Mate
, the animals seem to say.
Mine.

“Brick,” I gasp. My eyelids flutter and my back arches. I claw at his sheets, needing to hold onto something. To anchor myself.

“That’s your sweet spot, huh?” Brick whispers against my neck. His teeth grazes my skin, and I shudder. My imagination goes wild. If Brick unsheathes his canines and sink in deep, he’ll give me his mate mark. Bind me forever as his, but where would that lead if Brick doesn’t do it willingly?

Thank God
. Brick doesn’t go any further. Instead, he hits my prostate again. My toes curls and I rake at his bed sheet so hard they tear. Brick increases his hand movements and I can’t think straight.

“Come for me, Bobby,” Brick orders, thrusting into me fast.

I gasp. Brick sends my mind thirty-thousand feet in the air. My entire body shakes, weeping with relief as I let go. Strings of cum cover Brick’s chest and stomach, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Good pup.”

I flush at the compliment. It doesn’t take long for Brick to follow. He lets out an ear-shattering roar, sliding into me one last time before reaching climax. Brick looks so damn perfect, sweat-slicked and chest heaving. He fumbles his way to the bathroom and comes back with a clean washcloth to clean us up. Brick then collapses beside me, and then brings me towards him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

I wiggle happily in his arms, taking comfort in his proximity. For the next couple of hours, I’m the closest thing to Brick. My stomach sinks at the reminder this moment of happiness is short-lived.

“What’s wrong? You’re suddenly so tense, pup,” Brick says behind me.

He runs a hand up my spine, making me shiver. Then he does the unexpected, and begins massaging the knotted muscle on my shoulders.

“That feels so good,” I murmur.

“Tell me what you were thinking about.”

I don’t know how Brick does it. How he maintains a commanding, but comforting tone at the same time. At a drop of a hat, Brick can get anyone to talk without much violence.

Lying won’t work with Brick. Since I have nothing to lose, I tell him the truth. “I’m just thinking...how this is going to end soon. Don’t get me wrong. You’ve been nothing but wonderful, but once the night ends, everything goes back to normal.”

I close my eyes and breathe in Brick’s scent. It feels right, letting the truth out.

Brick growls and all the hairs on my back stand up at the sound. “That what you think, pup? Now you’ve had your fill, and it’s over? You’re such a greedy little thing aren’t you?”

I open my eyes, breathing hard. Brick sounds mad, although I can’t comprehend why. A second later I feel the slight edge of his canines, dragging along the edge of my earlobe. I gulp when Brick drags them down the side of my neck. Brick shows off his perfect control. His teeth barely graze my skin, careful not to draw blood. At the same time, he’s letting me know he’s holding me captive. That he’s the one doing the driving.

I swallow, and realize I misinterpret the situation when Brick grinds himself behind me. I feel his shaft, already at half-mast, My own cock perks up, eager for more, like Brick.

“See how hard you instantly make me, Bobby?”

Brick noses his way down my neck, seemingly fixated on that spot. The spot where he can place his mark and tell the world I’m his.
Oh God
. Let this not be a dream. Brick couldn’t be that cruel. He wouldn’t dangle that tiny piece of hope, would he?

“I don’t understand,” I whisper, turning so I can face him.

Brick tips my chin up, forcing me to look at him. Those aren’t the eyes of a liar. We may have indulged in one mind-blowing round of sex, but those few moments tell me a million truths. They show me the man behind the mask of the alpha. The real Brick. Firm, but tender. Dominant, but patient. My Brick, except Brick isn’t mine to keep. Brick belongs to the pack, takes care of it, but who will take care of Brick?

“What’s going on in that busy little head of yours?” Brick asks.

“You protect the pack, but who’s going to take care of you?” I dare whisper.

“You up for the job?” Brick sounds amused.

“Yeah. I mean I’m not proposing or anything serious like that. After today, is there a possibility of a date number two?” My heart’s beating so hard I’m sure Brick can hear its thundering staccato rhythm.

“I don’t fucking do dates.” My face falls at his words, except Brick catches my chin and shows me the determined look in his eyes. “But after this, you think I’m just going to let you go, Bobby?”

“So you’re going to make an exception?” I hopefully ask.

Brick’s lips twitch, then he takes my lips again. He kisses me slower this time, more gentle. Brick takes his time, and I can’t remember the last time anyone simply kissed me like this. I’m hoping the gesture changes his mind. Brick’s gaze burns with dark amber fire.

“Yeah, Bobby Roy. For you, I’ll make an exception. Let’s take a crack at this, and see where it leads.”

“G
ood morning,” Brick murmurs against me. “Thinking deep thoughts?”

“Well,” I falter, letting out a squeak when Brick wraps his arms around me tighter. There’s a reason everyone calls our alpha Brick. He’s massive, and every inch of him is built like a wall—impenetrable, like the armor around his heart. Until I came along anyway.

“Remember, pup. I can smell it if you lie to me,” Brick reminds me, nipping at my ear.

I squirm in his arms just to feel his solidness rubbing against my lean skinny frame. It’s like friction the moment Brick’s tanned skin kisses mine. Our spiritual wolves wake, and affectionately begin playing with each other. That’s another affirmation Brick’s mine and I’m his. A werewolf’s human half might lie all he wants, but his beast always remains true. Beasts don’t lie. They have no need for it.

“I’m just thinking,” I begin, but Brick distracts me again. Brick grinds himself against my back, letting me feel how hard he was.

“Let’s see,” Brick murmurs. He slides his hand over my hip to reach my groin. I moan when his fingers curl around my shaft. “So needy so early in the morning, pup?”

“Well...” I can’t do coy. I know I’m flushing crimson, but Brick only laughs.

“I fucking love how you react to me.” Brick glides his hand up and down my length.

“Brick...” All I’m capable of saying is his name, because he soon makes me forget about anything else. The world narrows down its scope to Brick, behind me, his prick thickening like mine. My balls draw in tight against me. Soon, I’m breathing hard. My heart’s racing, and I’m about to burst.

“Remember the rules, Bobby,” Brick warns.

Of course I remember Brick’s damn rules. It’s fucking erotic and sexy, to have another man control my orgasms. Before Brick, I’ve dated, but never get to third base. No one has managed to drag this part of me out, a submissive side that wasn’t controlled by logic. Instinct dictates my body and fills it with unbearable want.

“I remember,” I say hoarsely.

“Tell me anyway.”

“No coming without your permission.” I’m breathy, practically moaning and pleading, but Brick teases me. Pushes me to the edge, but I know he’ll catch me if I fall. No reason to give that amount to a stranger. Brick was my alpha, yes, but I trust him as a lover. As my mate, even if he doesn’t know it yet.

“Brick. Please,” I utter.

“Alright, pup. Come,” Brick orders, nipping at my neck. He sets his teeth there, on the spot where my shoulder connects to my arm. The place he can place his mate mark, and make me forever his. But Brick only bites teasingly. We’re not ready, I know. We’ve only known each other for one night, but I can’t help feel disappointed. Still, my body reacts on impulse. Brick pinches my tip, and the pressure building inside me breaks open like a dam.

Logical thought flees my mind. My entire body shudders as waves of pleasure assaults my senses. My wolf buries its head into the coat of Brick’s wolf. It takes a couple of minutes before reality returns. I notice Brick hasn’t left me. He’s been holding me the entire time.

“Fucking perfect,” he says. The pleasure in his voice makes my heart flutter again.

“Um. Well.” I clear my throat. Trying to sound seductive, but an awkward guy can’t start wearing new stripes anytime soon. “Can I return the favor?” 

Brick turns me gently, so I’m facing him. My mind instantly takes stock of him. Brick, only a couple of inches away from me—all six foot of him, chiseled in muscle, ink and scars. Brick has the body of a footballer or a fighter, and the same rough-hewn but handsome features. Dark stubble covers his cheeks and jaw. An unruly crown of black hair fits a square-jawed face that’s seen its share of violence.

Without knowing why, I kiss his slightly crooked nose and the tiny scar cutting across his left cheekbone. Then I find his intense gaze on mine, studying me. Brick has an unreadable expression on his face.

“What?” I ask, feeling stupid. I’m about to look away, but Brick catches my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Never had anyone look at me the way you’re doing now, Bobby.”

“How am I looking at you? And that’s a lie. You can have anyone—and you’ve probably have, in the world.”

“Like—” Brick begins to explain, except he’s cut off by the sound of the doorbell. Groaning, Brick yells, “unless someone’s dying, fuck off. I’m busy.”

All you lonely single wolves out there take note: if your alpha tells others he’s busy so he can spend more time to cuddle you, he’s a definite keeper.

“Brick, its Rover. Hate to interrupt, but someone from the Grizzly Falls wolf pack is here.”

Brick groans. He looks like he’s about to tell Rover off again, but it sounds like official pack business. Grizzly Falls is another small town west of us, also run by shifters, except bears are the dominant animal group. Even a low-ranking wolf like me knows shifter politics 101. The Grizzly Falls wolf pack falls under Puppyville’s allies list.