Feral Love (Paranormal Alpha Werewolf Shifter Romance) (3 page)

Somehow she knew it was always him. She knew it the moment she saw his rich black coat stepping towards her in the snow, knew it the night she heard his powerful howl beckoning her to run to him. But even as his kiss intensified, even as his hand came up to cup her breast, Remy Clearwater still refused to believe that she could be his mate.

It was too ludicrous of an idea for her to swallow. How could there be someone who has been fated to be with her since the day she was born? Yet his touch had set her soul on fire and awoken desires in her she never felt before towards anyone else.

She bit his lips greedily, sucking them as he lost his hand in her wavy hair. The heat between her legs throbbed stronger and only then she realized that it was from both their sexes.

Then he was gone. His lips pulled away and she was left standing in the cold snow. Her eyes half-closed and her hand outstretched in the air like a child looking through the store window at her favorite toy.

She didn’t know what to make of the thousand different thoughts flowing through her mind, didn’t know how she should react, and didn’t know if everything was even real or some strange dream that she has yet to wake from.

But she knew she wanted more.

She wanted to feel his lips on hers again, to drink in his deep earthy scent, and to be held to his warm body as snowflakes settled on her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open and he stood there staring at her as if she was the most wonderful thing in the world.

Was this what a mate was? Not those old men her friends were forced to be with but someone who could set her heart fluttering with a kiss, someone whose very touch made her tremble?

“We should go.” Blake said. His voice was raspy. “Can you shift?”

Her heart was still pounding at her throat and for a moment she forgot her naked embarrassment and let her hands fall to her side.

A gust of night air—cool and sharp—brought her back to reality.
What am I doing?
She asked herself.
You’re not a wild wolf. You can’t just go off with him. They’ll come looking for you. Mom and dad and all the rest…

The thought of her parents searching for her in the snow while wolves like Locke prowled sent shivers down Remy’s spine.

“I… I can’t go with you.”

He was puzzled. “Why?”

“I… my parents.” She looked nervously at Emma. “They’ll be looking for me. They didn’t know I ran away.

“My wolves won’t hurt them. I promise.”

So much for that…
“I…” She paused. She didn’t want to say it. “I already have a mate.” The words stabbed at her heart like daggers. Her wolf howled inside.
I’ve said it… I’ve said it and now it’s true.

The look on Blake’s face made Remy feel even worse. Then his eyes hardened. “You have no mate but me.”

No mate but you.
She thought but the words tumbled from her lips. “But I do. His name is Aaron Van Houten, the son of the Alpha.”

“Aaron Van Houten?” He rasped. “And what right does
he
have to be
your
mate?”

Because his father is the Alpha of my pack. Because I’m still just a stupid little girl who shouldn’t even be here.
She shook the teardrops from her eyes and looked away.

“Remy.” His voice brought her eyes to him. “Your Alpha has lied to you. He has turned you into nothing more than a household dog, made to wag her tail at his command and beg for a treat at his fancy.”

“I’m not a dog!” Remy stared back into those steely blue eyes but found her willpower eroding.
If you’re not a dog, then why are you afraid of going with your real mate?
Her wolf demanded an answer and Remy could not give her one.

“You’re not.” He agreed. “But you also can’t see the collar around your neck, squeezing the life out of you because you’ve spent your entire life wearing it.” His hand—warm and gentle—cradled Remy’s face and pulled her closer to him. “But I can take the collar from your neck and show you how to live. The way you’re supposed to live. The way
we
are supposed to live.”

Her wolf goaded her to him and their lips touched once more. Remy found herself falling to the snow, falling into his arms. Her hand found him, hard and insistent. The red tip throbbed with heat and a drop of wetness hung at its eye.

“Not here.” he whispered.

“Then where?” she asked back, squeezing him gently.

“I know a place. You’re free to follow.” He pulled away and shifted back to the beautiful black wolf he was.

Standing in the snow, Remy knew she had a choice.
Go! Follow him! Go! Go! Go!
Her wolf urged her.
Free to follow. Follow. Free.
His words came again to her mind, so intimate that she swore she could feel his warm breath tickling her ear. It was true, wasn’t it? She
had
spent her whole life wearing a collar. And what exactly would she be returning to? A captive life as a mother to the pack? 

She closed her eyes.

She remembered the look on Justine’s face when she asked if the girl had come to love her mate. She remembered her friend’s hesitant answer.
Free or collared?
Her wolf asked her but it wasn’t just her wolf anymore. Blake was right there besides her, whispering in her ear even as he pulled away further into the dark.

When her eyes opened, the night brightened all around and she no longer felt cold or scared or hesitant. She made her decision.

She chose freedom.

Together, silver and black wolf circled each other, savoring each other’s scents before the black one dashed fast through the woods, kicking up white powder behind him for her to follow.

Her heart sang. Remy threw her head back and howled as she sprinted after him.
Aaaroooooooooooooooooo! Aaaroooooooooooooooooo! Aaaroooooooooooooooooo!

In the distance, Blake joined his howl to hers and the night came alive with sounds and smells of the wild.

The two of them ran, chasing the moon until they came upon a meandering stream in a clearing. Remy’s heart leaped to her throat as she watched Blake shift and stand on his legs, naked in the snow.

The night was darker now and the rich scent of the forest faded to a not-so-distant memory as Remy joined him.

“I’ve seen this place…” She whispered and took his hand. The surge of warmth from his fingers chased away the cold. “I ran with you here in my dreams.”
I bowed and lowered my head and let you…
She bit her lips at the memory.

Blake
seemed to read her mind as he led her past the stream beneath a row of pines that grew so thick that no snow reached the ground. A bed of fresh needles, fallen leaves, and winter moss softened the earth.

“Remy.” His voice was thick as he turned to look at her. The steely blue eyes pierced her own green ones and Remy Clearwater felt as if her insides were being set on fire.

He moved back against her, wrapping one hand around her back and one through her hair. It was a kiss that nothing could mimic. It lifted Remy upwards. Suddenly she stood on her tiptoes, almost floating in the air above everything she ever knew, tasting his lips and his breath and his tongue.

Her hands explored his arms and chest. He was harder than he looked. The beautifully fit body was stiff with muscles against the supple, lovely flesh. Rich arms and body so exquisite that Remy felt a natural urge to squeeze it the way she might squeeze herself on those nights when her fingers crept between her thighs.

She wanted to feel that pulse beneath her fingertips. From his shoulders to his back, she massaged him and pulled him close against her. He pressed his body tight in response and suddenly, both his hands were around her waist, lifting her higher.

She squealed and gasped. “Yes.” She insisted between his kisses as he gently laid her onto the mossy ground, pulling his body to hers. “I want… I want…”

He knelt over her, one thigh draped over hers. Her body was warm as desires washed over her, bathing her in a dark, heavy wave.

“You are mine, Remy. Never forget that.” His voice rasped against her ear and he was on top of her. Every place he touched lit a fire in her veins and shook her so deeply that she didn’t even realize his lips had claimed hers.

Her mouth couldn’t get enough of his. Her hands couldn’t grab hold enough of his body. Her thighs ached and then itched—a scratch just beneath the surface reachable only through deep kisses, lip nibbles, tight squeezes, and caresses—as he pressed his body against her.

His hand caressed her hair, her cheeks, her breasts, and suddenly between her legs beneath the tantalizing curls of light brown hair that covered her sex. She moaned against the touch, moaned against him as his hand found her slit—wet and waiting—and slowly rubbed that soft nub of skin until her body writhed and twisted and shook.

“Oh my…” She whispered as scorching lips kissed her neck, tracing a line down her ear, her collar bone, past the furrow of her breasts, and the wide expanse of her torso.

Then he was moving back up until those soft lips closed around her nipples and he sucked—gently at first but then with greater urgency. Just like that, another fire was lit inside Remy, a fire that burned so hot that she forgot it was winter, that she forgot the cold all around them.

He was drawing something from deep within her, something that grew more sensitive each time his lapping tongue passed over her flesh—tight and expectant. His fingers explored between her legs and every touch, every stroke drew her into the wild world that he belonged. Her body stretched to meet his and urged him to continue.

Her own hand snaked its way down and her wolf whispered.
Touch him. Feel him.
She ran over the muscled lines of his torso and hesitated for a skipped heartbeat before cupping him in her fingers. She heard his sharp breath and felt his lips tighten against her breasts. Then she was lost in his kiss, his carnal hunger.

The head throbbed in her hand and she slid down, drawing a single drop of pearl with it along the length of his thick hardness.

He pulled back and those steely blue eyes looked at her again. There was something else in them, something more than just desire.

“You’re a collared wolf.” He strained, voice hoarse with need.

“And you’re a wild wolf,” she replied honestly.

Did she say too much? Did she cross a line? The look in his eyes was unreadable but when he smiled, her heart hammered against her chest and the sight. Her hand tightened along his shaft and he gasped, his pulse threading between her fingers.

“Yes…” And the wild wolf found himself caught.

***

Her scent was intoxicating and drove him wild. Her body fit to him so perfectly and her ever-growing boldness excited him, pushing him to an edge he never thought any other wolf might have taken him.

He finally understood the stories he heard his entire life from the old wise wolves. He always knew that when he found his mate, he would be washed in a torrent of desire and emotion. Yet he never expected something like this. Remy Clearwater made him
feel
.

But most importantly, she made him
hunger
after her in a way that nothing and no-one else had ever done. He was starved for the love she promised and famished for the feast her body offered. He bent low and claimed her lips again as her fingers tightened around his manhood, tugging insistently.

He kissed his way down again, tracing the familiar path that his lips and tongue already made but branching out every so often to explore elsewhere. He drank in the smell of her hair, took in the taste of her skin, and when he found himself face-to-face with the beautiful heat between her thighs, he heard nothing but the thunderous pulse of her heart matching his.

Mine.

***

Her eyes closed as he kissed her only to flutter open when his fingers pressed against her. She trembled and tried to catch her breath, her mouth opening again and again yet no sound would escape.

How could she have been so scared of him when they first met? How could she have feared him her whole life when
this
—all of this—had been exactly what she was looking for. Her fingers twined in his hair and pulled him closer to her.

His fingers probed forward and Remy gasped. Hot and thick, they reached to touch her somewhere private, somewhere no other man has touched or hoped to touch her before. Her pulse raced as Blake pushed further, stretching her ever so slightly. She bit her lip and turned on the soft bed of moss and leaves, a tiny moan escaping her nose.

Suddenly he pulled his finger away and Remy felt a lonely emptiness seize her. She whimpered and arched her back slightly.

Please…
her wolf begged…
Take me… Take me now…

Slowly, he took hold of her thighs and leaned forward, curling his tongue to get between her legs, flattening his tongue until it pressed—hot and wet—against her clit.

Oh my…
Remy gasped. The itch was rising inside her again, slow at first but intensifying with slow delicious throbs.

The warm tongue probed—wet and languid—testing Remy’s endurance. She bit her lip again to hold back the cry of pleasure threatening to escape her throat. But when the tongue stiffened to a point and insisted against her clit again, Remy couldn’t take it anymore. Gasping, she slid down as sweet surrender drew breathless moans from her again and again.

“I can hear your wolf. I can hear her thoughts.” He slid up and stroked her hair.

“And what’s she saying?” Wolf and woman asked as one.

A kiss was his answer, so deep and hard that it drained the air from Remy’s lungs. She raised her hips, opening herself completely to him, submitting to his desire, his wildness.

Blake pressed his warm lips against Remy's neck and kissed slightly. His breath left a tingling sensation along her skin. His hands came back up again, tracing the contours of Remy's body and running up her arms until they clasped her fingers.

“Mine.” Man and wolf answered and in one quick stroke, he entered her and took the gift that she could give but once. Pain flashed briefly but faded when he kissed her again. His fingers tightened in hers and she held on for dear life as he moved.

She gasped and cried out in pleasure as he set a pace, slow at first but gradually building and pushing deeper with every thrust until he buried himself completely. His hand slowly moved down to Remy's waist and held her close to him as his hips rocked forward.

The sound of flesh on flesh echoed in the clearing. Remy gasped and moaned. Beads of wet heat trickled down her spine but the fire continued to burn inside her. Steam curled and rose into the dark night sky, drawing intricate shapes in the wintry air.

Her thoughts faded away as she moaned softly. All of her fears, her uncertainties, and lingering questions simply disappeared. She wasn’t even sure where her wolf ended and where she began. Animal and human desires mixed into one and the only thing she wanted was to be filled, to be claimed, taken in every way she could and could not imagine.

His hands pushed her hair aside to reveal her throat. She gasped when he pressed his face against her flushed skin and muttered incomprehensible words.

Sweat dripped down from his chiseled body and bloomed when they fell on her and she clenched him tight, hugging him closer as he filled her. Her legs wrapped behind him as he moved and she matched him stroke for stroke.

Snow swirled around them and it seemed the trees did too. The sharp sliver of the moon dangled in the sky overhead and Remy found herself pushed to breathtaking heights that left her dizzy and gasping.

The thrusts turned harder and quickened their pace. Remy took it all in, welcoming every push and savoring every tug. She closed her eyes, rising higher, higher, still higher until suddenly she was pushed over the edge of the knife that she stood on.

Her world turned to an explosion of pleasure and giddiness as she arched up to meet him, to let him inside—
truly
inside. She grew languid in his grasp, succumbing to his desire, and crying in pleasure as he hugged her close.

Then she felt it. Scorching spurts that filled her deeply—seeding her with every pulse—and turned her insides molten with his passion as her wolf howled.

Their lips locked together once more and Remy heard her own wolf growl in pleasure. A single word echoed in her mind but two voices breathed life to it.

Mine.