To Charm an Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) (2 page)

But not in her mouth.

She pulled away from his cock with a wet plop when she felt it begin to throb. Not yet. There was a better place for his seed. She did not know why she thought about where a man should come. Something inside her was making her conscious of that choice, and she was forced to obey it.

“Again.” he commanded, and grabbed her by her silken tresses. He forced her pouting lips around his engorged cock.

He made her head bob back and forth on his cock, and he smiled as he detected a struggle within her. She wanted to service him, please him, but wanted him deeper inside her, too. She was torn.

“You'll have what you want by the end of tonight. I guarantee it.” he assured, inspiring Kaylee to pump and suck on his manhood with renewed fervor. She moaned and her pussy shuddered at the thought of receiving his creamy gift. How did he know what she wanted?

She didn't care. The moment was too magical to ruin.

He pushed himself to the edge of her throat and she gagged. It was almost too much to handle, yet somehow she did. She swirled around his meaty cock so hard that clear strands of saliva had formed around her lips and reached down off her chin and into her pale cleavage.

Drew looked down and watched how the upper swells of her breasts glistened. A pang of animalistic desire exploded in his heart, seeing her on her knees, with her innocent eyes looking up at him and her pert tits looking more feminine than ever.

Now was the time to claim her.

He grabbed her head and pushed her off his cock. “Time to get up.” He grabbed her hand and pressed her body against his. He groped her supple ass as he whispered in her ear. “There's a time and place for everything...and a restroom simply won't do for what I'm gonna do to you.”

There was an element of carnal longing in his voice and Kaylee moaned to his words. But there was something else. Something threatening that made her heart skip with fear and desire.

He put away his cock and led her back into the hallway. The coffee shop's lights were still on and glowed neon red, but was otherwise empty. The floor was deserted. As he knew it would be.

Further down the hallway was an empty conference room. He kept a hand over her ass he guided her down to the door. Kaylee felt like she was in a cloud and before she knew what she was doing, she humped and grinded against his side. She was desperate to feel anything hard against her pussy.

A spark of alarm ignited within when she heard him unlock the door. Since when did lobbyists have such access to a government building? “Drew...” she slurred, “You're not a lobbyist, are you?”

He grabbed her by the waist and pushed her through the door, kissing her. He pulled away from her lips and pushed her into a plush, leather swivel chair. “Not everything I said was a lie.” He locked eyes with her and his irises brightened into wild gold.

She gasped. “You're-”

“One of them. Yes.” He leaned down a little and tugged down her pants and revealed the first glimpses of her smooth, creamy thighs. “Admit it, Kaylee. If you had to choose between a lobbyist or a Lycan, you'd want the Lycan.”

She wanted to. But she couldn't.

All of Kaylee's attitudes towards Lycans rushed to the surface of her mind in a frothing concoction of rage and lust. Memories surfaced of how her father explained that they would rip him or any police officer in half, given the chance. Old, sanctimonious speeches on the savage, carnal appetites of the wolves and how they preyed on vulnerable women came to mind.

“You can't be!” She refused to believe reality, even as it undressed her. “You're so...”

He rushed to her neck and kissed her, and sucked on her sensitive skin to her impassioned moans. “Charming? Not covered in rags and aiming my piece sideways? Your father may have gotten a few things wrong about us...”

She watched him pull down his jeans once more and unfurl his weighty manhood, still erect as ever. “B-but... I know it can't all be lies... oh... yes...” she moaned as he teased her and gripped her shoulder as he slid his cock against her wet slit. “The violence... the rapes...”

He pulled her up by her firm ass cheeks and sat her down on the polished conference table. He cleared away a few locks of auburn hair and whispered into her ear, all the while his cock kept up its delicious torment of her flowing pussy. “What can I say? We love to get the blood pumping.” He kissed down to her cleavage. “People are too civilized...restrained these days...too stiff for a good time!”

He clawed down the middle of shirt and split her bra in half. Both her shirt and undergarment fell to the sides in neat tatters and left her beautiful breasts exposed. He looked at her perky endowments and teased her pink nipples to points.

“The scent of blood is like the call of a woman in heat. Irresistible.” His fingers wrapped around the curves of her soft breasts and she moaned like a songbird.

Her hips inched forward off the edge of the table, perilously close to penetration by his masculinity. “The moon makes us who we are, and nothing can change that. Not bribes, violence or terror.”

His fingers sailed through her hair as he stared into her eyes. Full of desire and submission. Yearning to be used for pleasure and lead by his dominance. “The politicians wanna change us, tell us how to live. As if they knew best!” He pulled against the small of her back, bringing her closer and closer to penetration. To her ultimate fate.

She did not resist.

“We won't be changed. We're perfect as we are. Our only crime was that we exist.” He pitched forward against her and kissed her neck.

She gasped as she felt the smooth head of his cock nudge against her silken folds, on the cusp of laying claim to her body and soul. She shivered in anticipation.

He held her face in between his hands and looked into her eyes.“Chicago is where our future begins. And we're here for our place at the table.”

Kaylee gulped. Her breath trembled and her hands shook. “And...what are
you
here for?” She half-knew the answer but asked anyway. Before the inevitable. How she craved it.

“You.” He leaned down and kissed her with animalistic fervor. Kaylee pulled his head further into her lips and whined with pleasure. She longed to drown in the hot passion that his lips offered. And for a moment, she was lost.

Blissfully lost. Manly hands pressed her full breasts together. His tongue sparred with hers, their shared saliva a prelude to what they would share later. Her belly writhed and pussy fluttered with great expectation.

An expectation that was fulfilled when his hands moved from her jiggling breasts to her beautiful back and pulled her forward. Straight onto his impaling cock. She sobbed into his mouth at the deep pleasure of being so filled.

Old prejudices were sundered before ecstasy. She was torn, but the inner conflict only amplified her pleasure. How could something so forbidden feel so good? How could the Lycans be bad? With each powerful thrust into her center, each lustful squeeze on her flesh, the question faded from her mind and slowly became a statement.

Lycans aren't bad. Lycans are good. Lycans are to be embraced.

The realization made her quake with white hot searing desire. Her sobs were as muffled in her lover's mouth as her thundering heart was behind her heaving chest. She needed him with every fiber of her being.

She broke away from his lips to scream. “Yes! Fill me up!” She steadied her arms behind him and threw her lithe hips back at her ravisher, driving up at his pussy drenched cock. Irregular gasps, soft and quiet, streamed from her mouth as she wrapped her shapely legs around his waist.

Drew pumped and thrust into her with the urgency of an animal claiming a new mate. He felt her body tighten and her vaginal walls tense around his shaft. She too, was as desperate to receive what he was impelled to give and their eyes reflected that truth.

He had become mesmerized by her heart shaped bosom, as it leapt to and fro from their vigorous rhythm. At once he grabbed on and squeezed her perky chest and elicited a fresh wave of aroused moans from her lush lips.

Kaylee felt tears roll down her rosy cheeks. Tears of both pain and ecstasy. With each aggressive plunge into her sacred center, she felt the former lessen and the latter mount, higher and higher. She had never been so vocal before, but now she couldn't help it.

She was going to come. And for the first time in her life, she had no control for when pleasure would claim her. She loved him for it.

Drew felt the beginning of the inevitable. His advanced senses picked up on the subtle clenches of her belly, the jerking of her smooth legs and the quivering tightness of her spasming pussy. His lupine gaze pierced through the veil of dim light and he beheld her pretty blue eyes, dilated and widened, the anticipation before the storm.

Then it happened, and he felt every exquisite sensation of her release.

A flood of her feminine nectar washed over their loins and her inner walls contracted and sucked around his shaft like a second mouth. She bounced her ass cheeks off the cool, hard table and slammed against his hips as she quaked to the savage orgasm.

Drew grinned, and watched her eyes flutter and her lips part as her body was ravaged by the climax. He felt a stings run down his back and realized it was her nails. “Oh god! Fucking come in me! Now!” she screamed.

She bounced on his cock like a maniac and whipped her hair back and forth. Her back arched like Aphrodite herself, trapped in the flames of passion. And her warm, perspiration slicked skin slid against Drew's taut, muscular stomach.

Drew pulled her off the table and let her convulse atop him while he held her up. Her lush breasts pressed against his solid pecs and he brought her ear to his lips. “You're mine now.”

The truth of his words set her off again and she screamed in ecstasy. She threw her pussy back down the length of his rigid cock. “I know!” she gasped, the only words she could squeeze out before pure ecstasy robbed her of speech.

Just as the world had tried to rob her of truth. The truth of the Lycans. Had her father lied to her, or was he just mistaken? It didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was the heated rapture of their union.

Her head swung backward while she pushed her breasts forward and Drew saw her mouth widen into a silent scream of agonized bliss. Her glistening body shook some more, and Drew bounced her ass back down on his virile manhood.

She gasped with each passionate slide down his cock. His quick and furious pace drove her into a chain of climaxes, and for what seemed like eternity, her vocalizations had been reduced to a series of lustful moans and incoherences.

When Drew pulled her back, and pressed her against his chest, she rested her head on his wide shoulder and held onto his back for dear life. Her breath was heavy and her body shivered to the electric pleasure that coursed through her veins.

The gentlest of whispers wafted from her hoarse throat. “Finish it...make me your mate...”

He wiped a strand of damp hair from her forehead and kissed her neck. “In time, Kaylee. In time.” He pushed her back on the long conference table and with a quick step, joined her too. She leaned up to kiss him but he turned her around instead. “Bend over.” he commanded.

She got on her elbows with a smile on her face and licked her lips. She wiggled her ass in the air before him, tempting him to lose all control. The thought made her sigh, increasing the sexual euphoria that still throbbed in her veins. Her mind was delirious with pleasure.

His hand swept along her smooth back, up to cup the curvature of her hanging breasts while the other hand spanked her ass, and made her whine and gasp. She took a long, drawn out breath when she felt his cock slide down into the wet folds of her pussy.

At last. He was to mount her in the Lycan way. She was to be made his Mate. The idea sent a slow burning wave of heat up through her core and made her shiver.

Her breath exploded forth from her lips as his hands clutched onto her proffered ass and rammed her from behind. Her vaginal muscles spasmed around his cock, closing around it like the missed intruder it was.