Craving the Alpha: Part Two: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers) (4 page)

The boy had stunning, piercing yellow eyes, the same color as the sun at sunset. They were gorgeous, with an iridescent glow. “Yes, this is my son Zachary,” Susan said. “I was pregnant with Zach when Chester found me. Chester said if I ever left him and took my son, he would arrange for the Vlodik clan to track us down.” She paused. “Zach is the only good thing that has happened to me in a long time. He is the love of my life. You can see where I had no choice but to stay with Chester.”

“I understand now,” Marcus murmured. “That would be very tough.”

“He is a beautiful child,” I said. “His eyes are the same color as Dorian’s, Markus’s brother.”

“They are the same color as his father’s; Troy’s eyes.” Susan pulled Zach’s small body towards her own and gave him a hug. “Run and play now.” Zach gave her a mischievous grin, grabbed the handle on his toy wagon, and scampered from the room, tugging it behind him. She watched him leave and then turned to us, her face furrowed with concern. “
I wonder if Zach has the mutation? He hasn’t shifted yet. I hate to think of him having those feelings raging through his body and not being able to change. But the idea of him shifting…” Her voice trailed off as she thought of the possibilities.

“Well the mutation may not be as rare as we thought, but it’s still uncommon enough that he probably will shift. You won’t know until he’s older and his hormones start kicking in.” Marcus said.

Susan sighed. “Well, enough of my story,” she said, directing her attention towards me. “So, you’re Kristen, one of the missing counselors.”

“Yes, that’s me.” I replied. “You won’t turn us in, will you?”

“No, no, but you can’t stay here. It’s too risky.”

“Look,” Marcus said. “Can you just let us stay here for a few days until we get on our feet?”

Though I could see she was hesitant, Susan agreed. She gave us a few juicy apples for a snack and led us to a small room on the 2nd floor. It wasn’t anything fancy, with a worn print quilt on the bed and frayed curtains in the window. A small TV was on a dresser across from the bed, near a simple wooden desk and chair, and a chipped side table boasting an electric hot plate and coffee maker was positioned near the window. No, it wasn’t much, but it was clean, and the bed, worn as it was, looked so inviting. Rest—it was what we both needed right now. My body was drained. After Susan left, Markus and I fell on top of the mattress. We curled into one another, completely exhausted.

We slept for just a short time, our inner clock waking us as the sun set. I could see Markus was getting antsy and needed a run. I knew I was going to have to run too, but it was too risky to leave the house without changing my appearance. No one would recognize him, but they might recognize me.

“Just give me thirty minutes and I will run with you. I need to work on my disguise first,” I explained. Markus watched in amusement as I put a small pot of water on the hot plate and boiled it. Next, I mixed in the powdered grape drink mix I had bought at the convenience store.

I didn’t want to mess up one of the few things I had to wear with the purple liquid, so I pulled off my top, placing it on the dresser.

“Mmm,” Markus growled from his perch on the bed. “I’ve been dreaming about that beautiful body for weeks now.” His eyes traveled slowly down my body, and back up again, lingering on my breasts.

I giggled, relishing his attention. I could feel my nipples hardening under his gaze as a tingle of desire swept thru me. “Baby, I have to finish this so that I can be incognito! You’re such a horny wolf!” I added teasingly.

I put the pan on the desk and bent my head, dipping the ends of my hair into it. Markus was almost doubled over with laughter as he realized what I was doing.

“Hey,” I said. “Stop making fun. This is going to give me a totally different look.”

“Uh huh,” he laughed, sounding doubtful. He switched on the television and watched a nature show while I soaked my ends.

I pulled my hair out of the pot after about twenty minutes and was pleased to see my light brown locks were tinged with red. After adding the oversized sunglasses, I would look different than my normal appearance for sure.

I went into the bathroom to dry my hair. As I searched for a blow dryer, I got a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I barely recognized the girl that stared back at me. The past few weeks of running had helped firm up my body. I still had ample curves with my voluptuous breasts and generous hips, but my body looked more toned. My skin had a light bronze sheen from the time I’d spent outdoors in the sun, and my face glowed with vibrancy from eating foods that were grown from the earth, not manufactured in a factory. I grinned at myself. I liked how I looked. I found a blow dryer under the sink and started drying the ends of my hair. Over the hum of the dryer, I heard Marcus calling me from the bedroom. My hair was still a little damp, but dry enough. I couldn’t wait to go for our run.

Going back into the bedroom, I was surprised to see Markus had taken his shirt off and was waiting for me. I thought he wanted to go for a run but he’d obviously changed his mind. There he was, the man that I had been craving for weeks, ready and wanting to fuck me. God he looked delicious. His rippling abs and tan skin looked even better than the first time I’d seen him, and his bronzed, biceps bulged. I knew he had suffered being chained at C-cabin but you sure couldn’t tell by looking at him. My eyes trailed down and paused when they reached the huge bulge in his jeans. I could visualize his enormous cock, hung with an erection so big and hard it made me salivate.

“You look like a wild woman,” Markus said, eyeballing my plummy red-fringed tipped hair as I sauntered over to him. “Are you?”

“Haha, well that depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“Do you like wild women?”

Markus grabbed my hips and pulled my body towards his. “I love me some wild woman—some wild werewolf, crazy haired woman.”

The ache inside me was over whelming. I looked into Markus's warm brown eyes and smiled. He looked back just for a moment, and then kissed me hard. I felt his wolf in that kiss, though he was still in human form. I felt as if he had been longing to claim me as his own all that time he had been chained up. There was no stopping either of us from reigniting our connection that had been too strong for both of us to ignore back at Camp Vickers.

I couldn't stop kissing him; our lips were locked in a constant hunger for one another. When I felt his strong, rough hands running up and down my sides, my body shivered with anticipation. I tugged his jeans free and we both fell back on to the bed. His body collapsed on top of mine and I could feel every fine detail of his muscular chest and stomach. Beneath the boxers he wore he was huge with desire, and his hard cock felt like a rock when he pressed it against my body. I could feel my pussy pulsating with desire for him.

Markus’s hands cupped my breasts and stroked each nipple with delight. His face was filled with pleasure as he massaged each breast tenderly savoring each moment he had to touch them. I arched my back so that my body was pressed tightly to his. I could feel him trembling slightly and I knew that he wanted me as much as I needed him.

“Markus,” I breathed in his ear. He nestled his smooth face into the curve of my throat, and lightly licked the small scar that remained on my neck from the night I had been bitten, as if he was trying to replace the memory with something better. I slid his boxers down the curve of his ass and he moaned when I gave his cock a firm squeeze and pressed it hard against me.

“Oh Kristen, I've been waiting to be inside of you again. It's all I thought about when I was chained up. I kept thinking of how good it felt when I took you that night. I knew I should be ashamed, because you were to be mated with Dorian,” he paused and kissed me deeply again before he pulled away. “But I wasn't, and I'm not. We're meant for each other Kristen.”

“I know we are,” I replied as I lifted my hips against him, caressing the tip of his throbbing staff with the outside lips of my wet pussy, letting him feel how much I wanted him. “I'm so sorry, I chose wrong.”

“You didn't know then,” Markus said as he dove his lips down to my breasts and slowly tasted each one. “You don't choose with your brain, you choose with your body,” he ran his hand down my stomach and nestled it between my thighs. He stroked my clit slowly, feeling each fold tenderly. He looked into my eyes and then slid two fingers into my pussy so deep. I moaned, I wanted to scream but tried to quiet myself.

“That feel good, baby?” Markus asked.

“Oh God, honey, yes that feels so good, I need you inside of me, Markus take me now!”

“I knew when we were together,” he said as he continued to make me writhe with his firm and demanding touch, “that you really chose me.”

“Yes, I do, I do," I gasped out as I gave into his pleasure." Please Markus, I will always choose you. Markus, I can’t take it anymore, I need you to fuck me hard!”

“Yes,” he growled, a hint of his wolf coming through his voice as his hand moved back to my breasts. I whimpered a little in reaction, but that whimper turned into a wild cry of passion when his warm, rigid cock suddenly thrust deep inside of my pussy. “You will always choose me,” he breathed as he covered the rest of my cry with a heavy kiss. I had tears in my eyes from the intensity of the pleasure that raced through me.

“Markus,” I moaned, sinking my nails into his shoulders as I lifted my body up against his hips. He drove into me the moment I rose, sinking deep inside of me. Bursts of heat threatened to take my breath away as each of his passionate strokes sent me higher into ecstasy.

“Kristen, you feel so damn good,” he growled, his deep voice vibrating with passion. “Kristen I love making love to you. Oh baby I missed you so much. Your pussy is so fucking wet and I can’t get enough of it.”

His strokes became so wild that we were sliding across the bed, the wolves in us awakening with the heat of the moment and the pulsing need for a run. When I sank my teeth into the side of his neck, I was a little startled at myself, but the roar that erupted from him was pure pleasure. He looked down into my eyes, his own glowing with ecstasy.

He pulled out, and quickly flipped me over, sliding me beneath him. I placed my knees on the bed and got on all fours, submitting myself to his pleasure. He grasped my hips tightly and thrust inside of me. He was plowing into me again, thrusting and thrusting his huge, hard cock into me.

The sound of our skin slapping together made me even hotter and I moaned out my approval. The waves of ecstasy were coursing through me and I knew I couldn’t take it anymore. I was going to cum and scream any second.

My body writhed with pleasure as the power of my orgasm rushed through me. Markus came with me, his cock bursting and finishing inside of me. Breathing heavily, his body shook and trembled. His spasms against me sent my body into a new ecstasy and I moaned with pleasure.

We ended up tangled in each other’s arms, our lips seeking any skin we could find to suck, nibble, and lightly bite. I struggled to catch my breath as my heart pounded coming down from the mind blowing sex we had just shared. He held me close and I quaked in his arms. He looked into my eyes and kissed me softly.

“I never want to be without you again Markus,” I said shakily.

“You never will be,” he assured me, and kissed me again. “It might be a little rough for a while Kristen, but we're going to be together, and that's all that matters.”

“Yes, it is,” I agreed. But as I nestled into his arms, I wondered if the Lycans had found out we were missing yet. Were they already on the hunt?

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in the bed. Startled, I sat up quickly. Where was Markus? At first I was terrified because the sheets were streaked with what looked like blood. Then I remembered that my hair had still been damp with the drink mix dye when Markus and I had shared the most incredible sex I’d ever experienced.

“Stupid,” I laughed at myself as I climbed out of the bed and started pulling the sheets off. A piece of paper fluttered to the floor, and I picked it up and read it. It was a note from Markus saying that he'd gone into town to see if things were safe.

“Stay put, he says,” I muttered, rolling my eyes as I reread the note. I wasn't exactly going anywhere without him. My body was still throbbing from the night before with an 'I can't wait to do that again' ache. I thought about what he said about my body choosing him no matter who my brain chose. That certainly seemed to be the case. I didn’t just want him,
I craved him
. I decided to take a shower before he got back. I would be all fresh and clean for him. Or, maybe he would get back before I was done and decide to join me. Mmm, the thought of Markus and I showering together again made my pussy wet. I turned on the taps and stepped in, hoping Markus would return in time to lather up with me.

I stayed in the shower for a long time, but finally gave up and got out. I dried off and dressed. Then I began pacing around the room. Markus had told me to stay put, but I was wondering if he was safe.

“What if Caleb or some of his men found him?” I asked myself. I frowned and decided with my disguise it would be safe for me to go out and look around. Ok, maybe it wasn’t the best disguise, but it would have to do. I moved quietly out of the house. It was a bright sunny day with just a hint of a breeze. I began walking on Main Street toward the fast food restaurant where Markus and I had eaten the day before. I was starving, so he might be too.

I was almost at the restaurant when I felt something strange; more like, I smelled something strange. It made the hairs on my arms stand up and my stomach flip. A firm hand roughly grabbed my shoulder from behind. I froze, the happiness draining from me, as I suddenly realized I should have done what Markus said and stayed back in the room.

“When my father saw how determined you and Markus were, to see that Markus had actually left the clan he loved—he realized you two should be together. He said I should just let Markus have you,” I heard a voice say from right behind me. Oh, no. It was Dorian, I felt like my heart was dropping to the bottom of my stomach.

“Shit,” I muttered as I turned to face him.

“But, I disagree,” Dorian sneered. “You belong to me,” Dorian added, his gaze sharp and possessive. My heart began to race when I saw two muscular men standing on either side of Dorian. I knew they were wolves too, I could sense it, but I had never seen them before. “These Vlodik men understand that I should have what belongs to me,” Dorian explained in response to my terrified eyes.

“I don't belong to you Dorian,” I growled, pulling away from his grasp. “I belong to Markus! You knew that. You should have backed down.”

“You chose me,” Dorian snarled as he lunged towards me. I stumbled back, but one of the men moved behind me and held me still.

“I made a mistake,” I mumbled. He was standing so close to me that I could feel the heat of his breath on my lips. “I want to be with Markus. We belong together. Can't you understand that? He's your brother!”

“You're right, he is,” Dorian shook his head. “He's always gotten everything I ever wanted, but not this time. You're my mate, and he doesn't get to have you.”

“But Caleb told you…”

“I don't answer to Caleb anymore!” he growled, then kissed me roughly. I was so sickened by his lips that I thought I might vomit. Dorian was attractive, no question about it, but he made my skin crawl.

“I will never be yours,” I cried, trying to break free of the man holding me.

“We'll just see about that,” Dorian replied through gritted teeth. I could see that he wasn't interested in my protests.

“What do you mean?” I asked nervously. I was beginning to think that Dorian had something terrible in mind.

“I mean, you're coming with me, and we'll see how long it takes for you to decide what's better for you. Acting like a complete bitch, or accepting your mate,” he smirked. “Time will tell.”

“What?” I thrashed against the man that was keeping me at bay.

“Kristen, it doesn’t really matter if you accept me or not. I will take what I want from you anyway. You can make it hard on yourself, or you can accept and enjoy it.”

I was starting to panic. I knew it was bad when I saw Dorian, but I didn't think he would do something like this. “Caleb will never approve of your forcing me to be with you!” I warned loudly.

“I just said he doesn't control me anymore,” Dorian snapped. “The Vlodik are my clan now, and that means they are yours as well.”

No matter how hard I tugged against his henchmen’s grasp, I couldn't break free. He was just so strong. All that new found health I had gained lately wasn't enough to overcome his hard hands squeezing my forearms.

“How could you do this? How could you betray your father like this?” I demanded, hoping to remind him of where his loyalty should lie.

“He betrayed me first!” Dorian roared. “He should have hunted you and Markus down the moment you disappeared. Instead he said let it be, like I didn't matter at all. You're mine, and you're not going to disrespect me by abandoning me for my brother.”

“Dorian you've lost your mind,” I screamed. “Markus will never stand for this!”

When I felt the sharp, swift smack across my face I was genuinely shocked. Dorian had never lifted a finger against me. Sure, he had tried to persuade me to mate quite a few times sometimes a little more forcefully than he should have, but never had he physically hurt me. When I opened my eyes from the pain, I saw him in an entirely new light. He wasn't the same, drunk Dorian I knew who tried to get his way with me but gave up when I resisted. He was stone cold sober, and he was determined to make me his. And this time, he was not taking no for an answer.

“Markus has no say in any of this,” he said calmly. “Now, keep your voice down. You're making this much harder than it has to be.”

“You can't possibly believe that the Vlodiks are going to be your new clan. They're monsters!” As I tried to wrest myself away from the henchmen, one of the other weremen with him grabbed my arm.

“Hey, watch it,” the beefy man snarled. “Don't speak against the clan.”

“It's not my clan,” I hissed as I tried to stomp on his foot. He quickly moved out of the way.

“It is now,” Dorian insisted. “My father tried it his way. He had all of those rules he demanded everyone follow, but when it came down to it, he let his precious son break them. He's a hypocrite, and so is Markus. Can't you see that he's not worth your time, Kristen?” he asked with a hint of hurt in his voice. “So, I made some mistakes. But you chose me!” he reminded me.

“I made a mistake,” I breathed out, suddenly aware that my situation was hopeless. “I made a mistake,” I repeated.

“We'll see if you're still saying that later,” Dorian said in a murmur as he cupped my cheek. “You just need a little time to get used to the idea. You belong with me Kristen, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to show you that.”

“Then let me go,” I whispered as I looked up at him. “If you really care about me, then just let me go.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I can't do that. I care for you more than you know Kristen, but right now you're too foolish and too blind to realize how much. So, I have to make the right choice for you. I have to teach you.”

My heart sank at his words. I could see in his hardened eyes that he really believed this. He nodded at the man who was holding me. The man started to drag me off to the side of the road, towards a waiting truck.

“No, No, No!” I started to panic and fought back against him again.

“Stop, Kristen,” Dorian warned, “don't act like a child.”

Would I ever see Markus again? If they got me in the truck, I didn't think so. I felt like there was only one thing I could do. I still didn't have as much control as I should have, but I had to try. I threw my head back and howled as loudly as I could. At the same time, I felt the change power through me, transforming my body from the inside out. I was starting to shift when I felt hot hands around my throat.

“No you don't,” Dorian growled as he glared into my eyes. “You're not escaping me this time.”

My body ached with the need to finish the change, but with Dorian cutting off my oxygen, I couldn't. I couldn't howl, I couldn't even yelp. The man who was restraining me roughly shoved me into the back of the truck. Then, he jumped in behind me. He wrapped rope around my wrists and ankles while Dorian held me down. Finally, when I was still, Dorian let go of my throat. I breathed hungrily.

“Don't worry, Kristen,” Dorian smirked, a knowing expression on his face. “I will teach you to be the woman you should be. And once you have been with me, you will love me and beg me for more.”