Wolf Desire: 5 Delicious Alpha Wolf Shifter Tales (19 page)

Chapter Nine

The misty air of the sea sprinkled droplets carried away by the soft wind. The two lovers looked at each other’s eyes dazing deep into their souls. Fated mates they were called. She had loyalty for him. For her alpha she would do anything. He was strong and dominant but within him was a kind heart, a heart she could die for. She wanted him, her alpha. All the cells in her body, all her muscles, all her cartilages and bone, craved for him.
 

They would start a new family, a new clan, away from the nightmare that was of Thane. Together they would start fresh, protected by the lagoon, cocooned by the mountains.

In return, he would do anything for her, his prize, and his only treasure. He knows she had become the key to his kingdom. Their union and their love for one another was not the end of an adventure – it was just the beginning. From her womb would rise a new him, a new clan, and his new family.

Cynthia unrobed. Her knees hit the ground as she bent forward to display her fullness towards Asch. Seeing Cynthia’s willingly arched back delighted Asch. He would have preferred to bend her by himself; but nevertheless, he enjoyed the submission of a willing mate. Crouching down, his warm palms touched the arc of her pristine back.

“take me.. now,” she said with a soft panting on her lips. She felt an unstoppable warmth radiating throughout her body. Her skin grew sensitive to his warm touch. Her heartbeat raced as she felt a paced drumming of her chest.

Asch’s hand slowly caressed her back, slowly making it to her navel. He slid his other hand at her neck, resting his palms on her nape.

“I see your body had changed.” He noticed that she had transformed the sensuality of her body.

“I like it,” he grabs a handful of her hair and pulled it back gently. She had pictured this a thousand times. Her plan was succeeding. Growing her hair was to make sure her alpha had enough to grab on to. He released his hold and his two hands started to wander her body.

His hands rested in her twin pale mounds of fragrant flesh – her breasts. She gasped, releasing a shallow pant at his touch. Cupping them, he tested their weight. He plumped them. Then started kneading and stroking them.

Soon after, he decided it was time to suck them. He raised her torso so that his lips found her aroused tips. He suckled her left breast while cupping, squeezing, and massaging the right. He licked her ripe flesh as it throbbed with need. She sucked in a lungful of air as her breast spilled excitedly on his firm hands.

Here she was the future mother of his children on her knees and palms. She knew she was fertile from tracking her body’s rhythm. He had caught her in the peak of her ovulation. Her warm insides throbbed excitedly to receive his seed.

Asch rested his hands on her love handle. Squeezing firmly, he raised his hips closer to the apex of her legs. She felt the evidence of his instant arousal at the mouth of the cleft between her legs. Her warm damp entrance ached to receive him.

His hot bulging shaft touched the opening of her womanhood as the moistness between her legs parted to welcome him. Leaning forward, he entered her fully in one deep thrust, driving his entire manhood deep into her receptive body. She sucked air into her teeth while receiving him fully.

Asch rocked inside Cynthia over and over as Cynthia slammed her hips to his rhythmic thrusts. They both heaved against each other in unison like two bodies locked in pulsating need. Asch increased his tempo to fast and frantic and was met by the clapping of her hips against his.

Her exercises worked as she extended her arms and shoulders, planked on the ground receiving his powerful thrusts. His hand found her hair, pulling it back, raised her head to look at the sea. She clawed into the ground panting heavily. Hot and moist breathe expelled from her lungs. Her breathing turned to short, heated gasps as she felt a hot tingling in her center.

She felt the fiery cataclysmic response building in her. A clenching spasm started undulating slowly in her warm core. The final threshold of passion was released, shattering into a wave of pleasure surging throughout her body. The tidal wave of enormous power brought uncontrollable, shuddering contractions, so strong that lovely sensation began to claim her. As she trembled in the very edge of infinity, the glorious waves of spasm subsided into a ragged gasp.

Asch having sensed all this, increased the tempo of his rhythmic pounding. He thundered against her as lightning bolts of fulfillment plunged into the crest of his lover’s core. His shattering release made him shudder and convulse with pleasure. Spilling into her, he felt that it was the longest, hottest release of his life.

Drawing out, he laid on her arched back, nibbling on the soft skin beneath her ear. His chest rested on her warm back as he let himself fall to the ground clutching her hips. The fated-mates spooned, under the moonlight, facing the sea.

Chapter Ten

A year had passed in the lagoon. The sigma plant happily swayed with the wind, basking in their isolation in the other side of the mountain. The sea had been restless. Its waves crashed in the rock of a cliff that stood meters from a small cabin. This cabin slept in the morning, stirring only at night.

Two lovers lived in the cabin. A human female and a werewolf. At night the werewolf would come out to hunt. However, something was strange in the way it hunted. It was said that this particular werewolf only collected the traps that were strategically located to ensnare the prey. Maybe the female had something to do with this new way of hunting.

Nevertheless, the two almost never left their home. Sometimes another human female, accompanied by her lover, a female werewolf would come to visit them. The monogamous relationship between the human female and werewolf female became the talk of the other clans.

The male werewolf almost never left the lagoon, except that one time he was gone for almost a month. It was said his lover told him not to return without bringing the head of another werewolf from the other side of the mountain. The stories never said if he indeed returned with the head, but it was said a lot of territories freed up to human land speculators soon after.

On quiet days, when the sea is calm and a gentle breeze hums a sweet tune over the lagoon, it is said that cries of pups were heard. Was it human or was it wolf? It had not been confirmed yet.

Forced by an Alpha

By Clarissa Black

The rustic mountain peak watches over the sloping forest. The ground extended outward into the flat seascape horizon. From this dark lagoon, the sun rises at the peak and crashes slowly to the infinity of the sea line. If I were holding a compass, it would spring freely, unbounded, unrestrained with neither poles to guard its direction.

Yet, here I was in the middle, standing in a land where many had tried to find, but had
not
returned with a silent answer.

I watched it all one afternoon, the battle of rays, the bending of light and the unsettling blackness that follows. The camera, of course, in my now expert hands caught the majesty of the moment. The lens focused on the twilight - that deep end of playful spectrums - and its
silent answer
was absorbed perfectly to the round symmetry of darkened glass. Two questions ruminated on my mind.

First. How did I ended up here? My past with Brian in our suburban existence was somehow connected to why I found myself throwing a down rotten glance at the cliff at the edge of --- only the professor knows.

Second. Will it ever rise? The ‘it’ was the poetic moment when the full blue moon would rise, so my camera could focus on a luscious plant’s petal, whose blossoming occurs, according to the professor, only during the mysterious blue full moon’s rare occurrence.

The former of my question, how I ended up here, I had an answer. A map lay somewhere at the edge of a lush forest, in a rustic cabin a few meters from this cliff, in my designer leather bad, enclosed in moleskin. The professor’s book outlined the area perfectly. I really admire his grand precision, legendary in our circles, and his concern for my well-being. Ever since that thing with Brian, he became more than a professor, more than a mentor. He was a close friend, but I should really say, a colleague.

Suddenly my attention was brought to the reversal of light, which is the absence of color the came with the setting of the powerful sun. The color of black, whose negative light quickly burned through the trees, casted an eerie glow behind me, to the forest that extended to the wall of the imperious mountain. Life existed beyond the mountain, I thought to myself. My life with Brian, the university where I worked, and my suburban cage which I oddly started to miss.

I was here alone and broken. But patient.

If it weren’t for the book, I would have never found this playground of light. If it weren’t for the professor’s advice, I would not have the courage to leave Brian, and I would not have found the reason to get away from the empty existence that was my life in the Californian suburb of Fresno. It was the drudgery, which had driven me many times to the verge of breakdown, the monotony of which I care not dwell on, coupled with my inability to give the Brian the child that he wanted.

All the hurt I distilled. I distilled to the sweet caress of purified water on a clean sheet of photo paper. The obsession, which morphed from a simple photo-taking, led me to a university art-school. It was with hipsters and bohemians, whom I ignored, to focus solely on being professor’s number one assistant. His magic came during moments of the final photo, under the luminescent light and behind me with his watchful eyes. I learned to love the magic of water that purifying agent that gave rise to life captured from light -- my creation, my life.

Chapter 2

After sitting in the cliff watching the sunset, there was a sadness that left with me as I made my way back to the cabin. The cliff, where the sigma plant grows, thrust outwards towards the sea. It gave the impression of desperately trying to leave everything behind. Maybe it was this quality that made the sigma plant grow here exclusively. In this cliff away from the forest and mountain, it protruded towards the vast sea.

The small plant crowned the edge of the cliff. Only reaching my knee, it had leaves which had a violent color that twisted along its stem like gnarled vines grabbing on to its mother. A curled bud of a delicate pink flower lay at the top waiting for the blue light for the moment of bloom. It was truly spectacular and I waited for the moment anxiously.

Darkness encroached as I entered the cabin. It was built by the professor during his expeditions here. Only ten meters away, it offered a restful tranquility. The cabin was small but comfortable. I had to make do with having a kitchen and a bedroom in one area. I laid on the floor on a soft traveler’s mat, but I didn’t care. I was free, happy, and restless. On some nights, to entertain myself, I spun around freely without a care in the world. Who cares? I was the only person in the lagoon anyways.

But this night things felt different.

For the first time, I heard droplets hit the roof. Little pellets pecked on the roof as a soft breeze wafted through the cabin. I felt a little cold, so I opted to take a blanket and gently laid it on my lap. I opened the book the professor had given me, showing the map on the first page where he had scribbled the passage showing the cleft in the mountain -- his precious shortcut. Without his shortcut, I would have probably ended like the others: dejected and spent, even before entering the lagoon.

One shot. That’s all I needed to take. Then maybe my obsession will end. I don’t know. Ever since I’ve seen that photo of petals in the blossoming under the full moon light, I was captivated. It called to me. It stayed on my mind and became another obsession. There was magical quality to it. I felt like moth to a flame. The image of the plant stayed in my mind until I asked the professor about it.

“The plant only blossoms on a particular of full moon, Cynthia” he said. I liked when he called me by my name. I felt special.

From my conversations with him I learned that this type of moon happens randomly at certain longitudinal spots, when the light cascades with the atmosphere to create an exotic mercurial hue. The so called blue moon can only be seen in certain parts of the earth. Funny thing is that these parts are usually remote, inaccessible places.

Only a handful of people had been able capture a full blue moon- the professor being one of them. According to his book, he was in this exact spot, writing this same exact book. That one spot. That is the reason I’m here. Maybe after I’m done, I’d like to go home and patch things up with Brian. I don’t know yet.