The Alpha Wants Curves: The Alpha Wants Curves Bk1 (3 page)

I was caught up in the tumultuous, twisting crowd; pressed flank-to flank, I could barely tell where I ended and the other wolves began. We were burning with joy, pounding the earth with our feet, running between the freshly-scented pine trees.

The pack began to fan out as we left the clearing behind. We flowed like a river through the woods, dodging and weaving between trees, leaping through the night.

Up ahead, I could see Heath bounding at the front of the pack, full of grace and power. I could smell him, his scent masculine and wild. I increased my pace, trying to catch up with him. I knew these woods intimately; hundreds of times Heath and I had run them together, just as the entire pack ran now. I overtook wolf after wolf, rapidly gaining ground.

But as I approached him, a familiar and disconcerting scent distracted me. A sickening smell of plastic, and overly-sweet perfume. My hackles raised, adrenaline began to pump through my blood. Barbie.

As I registered her scent, it was too late. I turned to see her, a light-colored blur on a collision course. She body-slammed into me, and for a moment I was airborne, twisting and turning, trying to maintain my balance.

I hit the ground, rolling through the dirt, snapping at the air, my teeth bared. I quickly corrected my course and was back on my feet, roaring with rage. We faced each other, circling and growling. Her golden eyes burned brightly in the darkness, and like me, her hackles were raised. Saliva dripped from her razor-sharp teeth.

We were alone now. The rest of the pack had kept running. There was nothing for me to do but fight. And I could see, from the glint in her eyes, that she was prepared to kill.

I spent another moment circling and watching her, preparing myself for whatever might come. And then I stood still, waiting for her to strike. I had spotted her too late the first time, but now I was prepared.

She lunged for my throat.

With adrenaline rushing through my veins, enhancing my already superhuman reflexes, time seemed to slow. I saw the bunching muscles of her hind legs, saw her jaw open as she leaped towards me.

But by the time she landed, I was already gone. I jumped back, up onto my hind legs, and as her jaw snapped in the empty air, I came down onto the back of her neck and sank my teeth into the scruff of her neck.

She yelped, but my bite was only superficial, and she tore herself free. And from her position below me, she now had a clear opening to my throat. I tried to leap up and away again, but it was too late. A flash of pain burst in my neck as her jaw closed on my flesh. With my front paw, I tried to push her away. But her bite was solid, and sinking deeper by the moment. My windpipe was being constricted; I was struggling for air. Flooded with a desperate horror I tried to shake myself free, as a veil of darkness descended over my eyes.

I fell backwards, kicking weakly, and Barbie came down on top of me, crushing my chest along with my throat. My heart pounded in my ears ...

But as my consciousness began to fade, another pounding sound mixed with my heartbeat. The pounding of approaching feet, crashing through the forest. Faintly I heard a yelp, and suddenly the weight on my chest was gone. Air was flooding into my lungs again – no longer was the she-wolf holding my throat.

The world came back into focus, and I rolled back onto my feet.

I looked up to see Heath, in his huge, imposing wolf-form, holding the she-wolf by the scruff of her neck. She yelped again, her tail between her legs, and he tossed her to the side and growled at her – a vicious growl as deep and dangerous as an earthquake. She quickly got to her feet, turned tail, and ran away into the darkness.

Heath approached me as I gasped for sweet air. He came close, his golden wolf eyes looking into mine with concern. He sniffed at my neck for a moment, and then licked my face protectively.

I could feel my tail wagging. Despite the pain still lingering in my neck, I knew there was no permanent damage. And I was rapidly forgetting the pain, as Heath sidled up to me comfortingly. He was huge,  and covered in gray shaggy fur, which was lit by the silver moonlight. The muscles of his chest were bulging and powerful.

Heath turned and trotted a few feet away, and then turned to wait for me. I tested my steps, feeling my strength and power already returning. My rage at that woman was already diminishing, being replaced with the joy of the run. Wolf emotions never linger any longer than necessary.

I trotted up beside Heath, and together we took off into the woods.

The past and the present seemed to converge as we ran, neck to neck, through the fog and the towering pine trees, drenched in the light of the moon. It was exactly how it had been when we were younger – the earth pounding beneath our feet, our breaths panting in unison. I caught a glimpse of mischief in Heath's eye, and he turned and nudged me, throwing me off course. I caught up with him and nipped him in return, and he grinned and growled good-naturedly as we ran together.

There had always been a playful sense of competition when we used to run together. We had always raced then, and we began to race now.

The trees became a blur as we dodged and weaved, picking up speed. Sometimes he was ahead, and sometimes I was, but mostly our paces were evenly matched.

The rest of the pack was nowhere to be seen. Heath and I had diverged from the run that the rest of us had taken. We had naturally and unconsciously taken the course that we used to take, which was comprised of more difficult terrain. Together we weaved between twisted tree branches, and leaped over fallen logs.

And then suddenly, as we came into a grassy clearing, a strange sense of familiarity came over me. I stopped and sniffed at the air. Where had I seen this place before?

Heath stopped too, and we stood together in the little grove, our hearts thumping with the thrill of the run. I looked back and forth, trying to figure out what it was about this place ...

Finally it came to me.

The dream.

This was the place that I had dreamed about in the hotel room earlier that day. Where Heath and I had been together. Where we had ...

“Serena,” I heard a deep, warm voice say behind me. I turned to see that Heath had transformed back into his sleek, muscular human form. His body was lit by the moon; light washed over the hard ridges of his abdominal muscles, and revealed his cock, hanging heavy and thick between his legs. He was still panting slightly from the run, and the broad swell of his chest rose and fell rhythmically. I could smell him, sweaty and masculine; I could almost feel the heat emanating from his body.

I quickly transformed to human form, trying to cover my naked body as much as I could with the white, pulsing light that accompanied my transformation. But it quickly faded, and I was left bared, my curvaceous body slick with sweat. My nipples hardened in the cool air; I felt a moment of embarrassment, and considered covering myself up, but beneath the burning embarrassment of being revealed, a thrill stirred inside me. An aching longing thrummed between my legs as I looked at Heath.

I was still breathing quickly, but no longer because of the run. My face was hot, and I could feel the flush creeping down my neck, onto my chest. I knew that Heath must be able to smell my arousal, and the thought served only to turn me on further ...

Heath displayed no trace of the self-consciousness that I felt. His nakedness seemed entirely natural, as if he was part of the landscape. His hard, muscular body was as at home as the thick trees that encircled us.

“You're getting slow,” I joked, smiling shyly. The truth was, he was even more dextrous and powerful than ever.

“I haven't had anyone to push me,” he said, smiling. He came close and looked into my face, and I felt my eyes growing wide as my heartbeat pattered in my chest. His scent was intoxicating; I could feel it flooding into me, reeling up a burning hunger from deep inside. Heath lifted his hand, brought it to my face, and I nearly whimpered at the emotion that rose up inside me – a weakness at the knees, an electric flush between my thighs ...

“Shouldn't you be at the front of the pack?” I asked him, trying to retain a calm demeanor.

“Probably,” Heath said. “But when I saw that you weren't running beside me, I knew there was something wrong.” His hand was still on my face as his golden eyes bore into mine. “You belong beside me.”

I felt a delicious thrill as Heath's free hand slid across my waist, and rested on my hip. There was an immense strength in his grip as he drew me towards him. Finally, our bodies were touching. His hard abdomen was impossibly hot. That aching longing surged up again, just like in the old days, but this time it was mixed with a hot, sensual anticipation.

This time,
he wanted me.

The tiny hairs on my arms stood up as our flesh converged. Heath lowered his head, closing his eyes, and kissed me.

His lips were hot, like his body. They made my mouth tingle, sent surges of electricity through me. And though we had never kissed before, the action felt natural, familiar even. I'd had practice in my many dreams.

My body longed for his, and a wet need gathered between my legs. Heath's cock brushed the moist lips of my pussy, and my knees weakened again. His dick was hardening, beginning to stand up as we stood together. My breath came quick and hot as Heath's intentions became clear. His tongue slipped into my mouth as his hands slid hungrily over my curves and squeezed my voluptuous breasts. Wherever his hands moved, a new-found sense of beauty dawned inside me. Did he really appreciate my curvaceous figure? Did he really want me as much as I wanted him?

Somehow, it seemed true. His cock was soon fully erect, the thick head pushing at my pulsing entrance. Heath's hands continued to travel over my body, scattering goosebumps across my hips, and gripped my ass. With an impossible ease, he began to lift me off my feet.

I squealed and wrapped my legs around Heath's waist as I rose into the air. I wasn't used to being handled like that. Heath laughed at my expression for a moment, before an animalistic hunger came over his features. His teeth seemed to sharpen, and his eyes burned brighter as he lowered me down ...

I gasped and gripped his shoulders as his cock began to slide inside me. It was impossibly thick, and for a moment I was scared he wouldn't fit. But my pussy was so wet that he managed to squeeze himself inside. A burst of pleasure rippled through me, up from between my thighs. The sheer girth and length of his cock filled me completely, rubbed every nerve on my inner walls.

Heath began to lift and lower me onto his cock, and my initial burst of pleasure turned into a hot, wet river of bliss that rose with each rhythmic thrust. I marveled at his superhuman strength as he continued to lift and lower me, fucking me in slow, measured strokes. I tilted back my head, submitting to the pulsing rhythm of pleasure, and felt Heath's hot lips on my neck, passionately kissing and biting. His teeth on my skin sent shivers down my spine, and I spasmed on his cock, my pussy tightening and squeezing his shaft.

Heath groaned and his breath quickened, becoming deeper and more gravelly. His hands tightened on my hips, and I brought my head down to see that the animalistic expression had consumed his face.

And with the loss of control, he began to fuck me faster and harder than before. I felt a momentary splash of pain as he sped, but it quickly dissolved in the bursts of pleasure that each thrust provided.

He was lifting me up and down impossibly fast now, and his thick cock was constantly rubbing at my g-spot. My legs tightened around his waist, and high-pitched cries burst from my lips. Low growls emanated from Heath's throat as his pelvis slammed against mine. He held me tight against his hard, undulating body, and I squirmed as he fucked me like an animal.

The flood of pleasure rose higher inside, swirling and splashing between my legs, and knew that I was going to cum. I felt my pussy tightening on Heath's dick, and he responded by fucking me even harder somehow. My eyes squeezed shut as the orgasm began to unfurl inside me, opening me up and exploding inside my pussy.

I was screaming now, my head tilted back once more; I howled up at the moon as the climax washed through me, wave after crashing wave of it. I was convulsing on Heath's cock, overwhelmed with the dizzying bursts of pleasure; it was almost too much for me to take.

Heath finally slowed his thrusts, holding my twitching, convulsing body against his as the final ripples of my orgasm faded. Both of us were coated in sweat now; our bodies were slick against one another.

After a moment's pause, Heath lifted me off his cock and then, holding me tight, he leaned forward, slowly lowering us both to the ground. I gripped him with my legs around his waist, my arms clinging onto his neck.

We came down to rest in the missionary position, sinking into the soft, cool grass. I was struck once again by the similarity of this all to the dream that I'd had in the hotel earlier that day.

Maybe the seer Jala was right. Maybe it had been a premonition.

My thought was cut short as Heath positioned himself over me, his hard abdomen flexing between my thighs. He placed a hand beneath my head, cushioning me. My thighs quaked in anticipation as he thrust himself inside my wet pussy once more.

Another bright burst of pleasure splashed up between my legs as his cock parted my wet folds. He sank to my core, and I moaned into the broad expanse of his chest. Still sensitive from my explosive orgasm, this was almost overwhelming. Each thrust tingled between my legs, and sent surges of electricity up and down my spine.

Heath started slow again, deep measured strokes that filled me completely. I wrapped my arms around his muscular back and dug my fingers into his hard flesh. Our bodies melded into one as he thrust over and over. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, and he sank even deeper. My pelvis shuddered as his dick rubbed at my g-spot.

I heard Heath's breath coming quicker, and I luxuriated in the pleasure that I knew I was giving to him – the pleasure that we shared.

I wanted to make him cum.

I sank my fingernails into his back and he tensed up, thrusting vigorously inside me.