The Highlander's Alpha: A Highlander Werewolf Romance (4 page)

“Draco.”

“A wise choice.” Her father beckoned Draco and his father forward, as they made plans regarding the meal. She smiled, as Adam glared at Draco once again. Maybe she would finally get her night in the mysterious Adam Silver’s bed.

****

"Adam?” Isabelle gently knocked on his door, her head whipping back and forth between the door and the hallway to see if anyone had spotted her. She squeaked in surprise when a hand slid out the door and yanked her inside the small gap.

“Lady Royce, you appeared.”

“Of course I did, I keep my promises, Count.” Isabelle felt a smile spread across her face at the sight of Adam. He was wearing just his undergarments and his bare chest was on display for her. What a magnificent chest it was indeed, muscled and virtually hair-free.

She reached her hands out and placed them both on Adam’s chest, feeling his strong heartbeat under one palm. Adam smirked and placed both of his hands over her before gently guiding her to the bed.

“What do you plan to do to me, Count?”

“Adam. Call me Adam.”

“Well, what are you going to do to me, Adam?” Isabelle wiggled her hands out of Adam’s grasp and ran her fingers down his chest to the waistband of his undergarments.

“You will have to wait and see.” Adam winked at her before he grabbed her by the waist and tossed her on the overly large bed. Isabelle bit her bottom lip in anticipation of what was going to come. Her dream did not compare to what this strong man was doing to her already.

“I have never been good at waiting,” Isabelle said, as she moaned quietly. She reached her hand up to wrap it around the nape of Adam’s neck and tug him to her. Their lips collided and Adam kissed her like his life depended on it. She arched her back and thrust herself in his caress.

“I want you stay still and quiet,” Adam whispered to her once they’d parted. Isabelle nodded her head slowly and dropped her arms from his shoulders to the bed.

“Good girl.” Adam kissed her once more quickly before he caught the bottom of her nightgown and pulled. The fabric tore down the seams and soon she was naked before the man she desired more than anything.

“Now tell me, truthfully, how many have graced this body?” Adam ran his hand down her side before positioning himself between her spread thighs.

“Only three.”

“Your father was wrong of you, you are not a hoyden.” Adam rolled off the bed and stood at the side before crooking his finger at her. Isabelle crawled off the bed and stood in front of him, she wasn’t sure why, but she wanted to please him more than she’d wanted to for anyone.

Adam reached down and threaded his hands in Isabelle’s hair and gently tugged at her, so she was hovering over his cock. She licked her lips before she slowly lapped at the head with her tongue. Adam grinned and tugged on her hair again before he gently moved his hips. Isabelle took the hint and wrapped her lips around the length of him, as she slowly took him in her mouth.

"Suck the head," Adam tugged her up by her hair gently and gripped her tight until Isabelle finally started lapping at the large head. The bittersweet taste of pre-cum oozed over her tongue and down her throat.

"Just like that."

Isabelle swiped her tongue across the head of Adam’s cock and reached up with a spare hand to stroke the shaft gently. He leaned his head back and a quiet moan slipped from between his full lips. Isabelle felt like smiling at the reaction she got from him, but settled for sucking him further into her mouth.

“Stop.” Adam pulled her away from him before he tossed her back on the bed. She grinned at him, as he positioned his body above hers. Adam shook his head at her slowly before bending his head down and gently kissing down her neck to her chest.

Her body arched off the bed when Adam took one of her nipples in her mouth and grazed it gently with his teeth. She moaned and immediately regretted it when he stopped the tormenting to shake his head at her. She gave him a pleading look and he returned his mouth to the other nipple this time. Isabelle managed to keep quiet, but only barely. She had to cover her mouth with her own hand to prevent sounds of pleasure from escaping.

Isabelle tried to close her legs when Adam’s head reached between her thighs, but his strong hands prevented her from doing it. She whimpered when Adam gently swiped his tongue over her wet folds. She wasn’t completely sure what Adam was doing down there, but she knew it had never been done to her before. She was struggling to keep her moans of pleasure quiet and Adam wasn’t relenting with his ministrations.

Isabelle felt a peculiar sensation start at her lower back before a wave of pleasure, so strong she had to cover her mouth with a pillow to stop her cries, washed over her. It only lasted for a few moments, but Adam moved his head away from her once she’d stopped quivering.

“What was that?”

“Have you never had an orgasm, Isabelle?”

“It seems not.” Maybe that was what she was missing out on when she had relations with other men. No other men had managed to produce that reaction from her.

“That was your first, then?” The grin on Adam’s face was infectious and she found herself grinning, also. She nodded her head and he bent down to kiss her. She could taste herself on him and it wasn’t an unpleasant taste.

“Shall we continue?”

“Please do.” Isabelle let her legs drop open once again and Adam knelt between them. His grabbed himself in hand and positioned himself against her entrance. She prayed that this time was not a dream and that Adam was actually with her. That was confirmed when he slid inside her with no effort.

The sensations swamping her body were unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Each time Adam slid inside her, she felt almost too full; but, once he retreated, she felt the desire to have every inch of him inside of her again.

She tilted her head to the side when Adam returned to kissing her neck. Then, she felt another orgasm wash over her unexpectedly when he gently bit the crook of her neck. Adam finished soon after and rolled from her to lie on the bed next to her.

“That was...”

“I agree.” Adam grinned and winked at her. Isabelle felt her cheeks flush the same color that her body appeared to be. Her whole body sported a pink flush because of Adam and his amazing body.

“I should leave,” she said, regretting that she had to say the three words.

“Stay. I awake before dawn and will have you back before anyone notices.”

Isabelle was too tired to disagree with him. She willingly accepted the embrace that Adam offered when she nodded her head.

“Tell me something no one knows about you, Adam.”

“My secrets are too strange for this night. Now sleep, Isabelle.”

She rested her own head on Adam’s chest and closed her eyes, wondering what she was going to do. Her heart had somehow been stolen by the beautiful, golden-eyed man. Whatever was she to do?

****

“Isabelle, you are to be taken to Draco’s estate tonight.”

It had been almost five days since the night she had spent with Adam and she couldn’t stop thinking about his golden eyes or the way he touched her body that night.

“Isabelle, are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, Father. I am to go to Draco’s estate tonight.”

“You have been distracted these last few days, is everything well?”

“Everything is well, thank you,” Isabelle lied through her teeth. Her entire being ached for the touch of Adam. She felt physically sick at the thought of Draco touching her like Adam had done a few nights ago.

“Well, the car will be here at eight o’clock sharp. Dress your best, my dear.”  Her father kissed the top of her head before exiting the dining room.

“Yes, Father,” she whispered, even though he was gone and a tear slid down her cheek. She wasn’t sure how she was going to avoid this, but she wasn’t going to the dinner tonight, even if her father had to drag her by her hair.

“Lady Royce, why so sad?” Janet sat on the chair beside and placed her hand over Isabelle’s.

“It is Count Silver, Janet.”

“Has he done anything to harm you?”

“No, far from it. He is the man I want to spend the rest of my days with, but my father refuses.”

“He is low of birth, correct?”

“That is the reason my father uses.”

“You have to prove him wrong. Low birth means nothing. Never let anything get in between you and your love, Isabelle.”

“I must find, Adam. Thank you, Janet.” Isabelle smiled at Janet before leaving the estate and heading towards the gardens. Adam usually spent most of his day in the gardens when her father didn’t need him. She was just rounding the corner when she spotted Adam standing under the tree. She was about to approach him when she saw him strip from his clothes and stand naked under the tree.

She wasn’t completely sure why he was stripping in the middle of the garden in the evening and was even more surprised when he shook his entire body. She hid behind a bush and waited to see what he was doing.

She could have sworn she was dreaming when she saw a golden glow appear around him for a few seconds and in his place stood the pale wolf. Adam was nowhere in sight and she was sure she was hallucinating from lack of sleep.

The wolf turned it heads and Isabelle gazed into golden eyes. They were the exact same golden eyes she’d looked into five nights earlier. She covered her mouth in shock before running through the gardens. She headed down to the river and heard the light pad of feet behind her.

“I must be dreaming,” she kept repeating to herself, as she disappeared down the river trail. She screamed in surprise when she was pushed to the ground by a heavy weight. When she opened her eyes, the wolf had two giant paws on each of her shoulders.

The wolf glowed again before a naked Adam was straddling her stomach. Isabelle knew her eyes were the size of saucers by the time he finished his transformation. She realized that this was what Adam meant by his secrets being too strange.

“Isabelle, do not scream.”

“I…” She was too surprised to scream or even form a sentence.

“I told you my secrets were too strange to share with you. I am very sorry you had to see this. I have kept it a secret for as long as I have been here.”

“How?” she managed to squeak out.

“I was born into it. This is part of the reason I am low of birth. The only way I am considered a count is because my father married the Lady of Oxfordshire; therefore, I am low of birth and not worthy of a lady like yourself.”

“You’re…”

“I’m going to sit beside you and explain. Please do not run from me.” Adam rolled from her body and sat cross-legged on the grass beside her. She sat up and smoothed her dress before looking at him, not speaking.

“As I said, I was born into this. My father was a wolf and he passed it on to me when my mother birthed me. Every full moon my body demands I shift. If I do not allow it to the shift, it will force itself upon me. I did not want to tell you simply because I thought you would shun me.”

“You were not bitten?”

“I was not.”

“You did not drink from the footprint of a wolf under the full moon?”

“These are merely myths. Shifters can only be born and not created. We live the same length as a human being would, but we simply do not get sick or injured. The only thing that is harmful to us is silver.”

“A silver bullet would kill you?”