Four

4

ALICIA

“Get on the bed,” Brandon barks.

“You’re not my alpha,” I say, mostly to see what he’ll do. The truth is that it’s intoxicating to have someone act like this with me—like he owns me, like he can do whatever he wants with me. I’ve been living as a human for far too long. I might have rejected this life and this man, but they do have their upsides.

Brandon grabs me by the waist, lifts me bodily into the air, and tosses me onto the bed like I’m nothing more than a piece of property. I laugh, and it comes out like a little squeal.

“What’s funny?” he demands. “Nothing,” I breathe, in awe of him.

“Is that the problem? I wasn’t alpha enough for you?” He grins. For a moment, I think he’s mocking me, but then I realize he’s just amused at the idea that his manliness fell short in some way. He knows that’s not what it was. “Is that why you did what you did?”

He’s teasing me, but it’s a real question, too. He really doesn’t know why I left him.

I did what I did for so many reasons, all of them complicated and few of them having anything to do with Brandon. But now doesn’t seem like the time to rehash the past. Besides, I don’t want to. I don’t owe him an explanation.

So instead of answering his question, I reach up, grab him by the collar, and drag him down on top of me.

Fuck, even the weight of him feels different than my human lovers. None of them knew how to hold themselves. They were all knees and elbows poking into me, hands gripping me too tightly, grinding their cocks against the side of my hip where it did me absolutely no good.

Brandon falls between my legs as if drawn there magnetically and presses himself right up against my core. The heat seems to radiate outward as he rolls his hips against me.

“God, you’re wet,” he groans. “I can feel it through your pants. You’re a fucking mess. I’m not going to be able to let you walk home like this, you’ll attract every man within a mile radius.”

I shudder and wrap my legs around his waist. I have no interest in walking home. I want to stay here and see what Brandon has to offer tonight.

“Been a long time for you, I bet,” he said. “A long time since you’ve felt a wolf’s touch.”

He can’t possibly have any idea how right he is about that. If I’d known what human men were like, would I have left the pack?

Yes, I probably still would have. There were so many reasons I left, and I don’t regret the choice I made.

But, fuck, I’ve missed good sex. We’re not even doing it yet and I’m

feeling wild and fulfilled in a way I haven’t in years.

He kisses me. The coarse hair of his beard tickles my chin—I’ve never been with a guy who had a beard, I realize. There’s something deeply masculine and sexy about it, and I find myself wondering what it would feel like to have that beard between my legs, where my skin is more sensitive, where there are more nerve endings.

I wonder if he’d let me find out.

Suddenly wild to try, I push him off me and roll onto my knees. I pull my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor behind me. I unhook my bra, shrug it off, and take my breasts in my hands.

He stares up at me. “Fuck, you’re hot. Keep going.”

I have no intention of stopping. I unsnap my jeans and push them over my hips. It’s a bit of a struggle to get out of them, but I’m eager enough not to care what I look like right now.

“Damn,” he says. “I didn’t even have to tell you to get undressed. Didn’t know you were that kind of woman.”

“You don’t have any idea what kind of woman I am. We don’t know each other anymore.” We’re not bonded because of what happened all those years ago, and yet he’s giving me this proprietary look, as if he thinks there’s something between us.

I straddle his hips for a moment, just to feel the press of his cock through the denim of his jeans. I’m aching to have him inside me, but I want something else first.

He’s thinking right along the same lines. “Get up here,” he says, and wraps his big hands around my hips, yanking me up his body until my thighs are right up against his armpits. He threads his arms beneath my legs, lifts me up and forward, and holds me there, hovering above the heat of his mouth.

I feel his hot breath against my pussy and try to grind down, to force contact, but he isn’t letting me move. I let out a needy little whine.

He chuckles. “You need to learn how to behave.” God. I can feel it when he talks. It’s so hot.

He tightens his hands on my hips and pulls me down onto his face, his tongue moving against my clit. I sob in relief and rotate in a slow circle, feeling him absolutely everywhere. My determination to fuck is momentarily forgotten. I want to ride his face until I come.

His beard is rough against me, and I know it would be too much if I stayed here for long—it would irritate my skin. So I make the most of the moment. I grab the headboard of his bed to tilt myself forward and spread my legs as wide as I can, getting low on him.

I hear a moan beneath me. Fuck. His tongue is pressing into me, licking me from the inside, just absolutely taking me apart.

I don’t know how I’m going to stop, but he lifts me off of him and drops me face down on the bed. He crawls on top of me, between my legs, and I feel his cock pressing against me, seeking entrance.

“Gonna fuck you now,” he breathes.

Like I’m going to argue with that. I nod frantically to make sure he gets the message.

He grabs my hands, threading his fingers through mine to grip them and hold me down, and then he thrusts into me.

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’ve never been fucked this way. The human men I’ve been with have all liked missionary sex, apart from one boyfriend in my early thirties who wanted me to get on top every single time to the point where it was boring. I’ve wondered about other positions, of course, but I’ve never known how to ask for that.

Brandon isn’t making me ask.

And fuck, the angle is exquisite. I can feel every inch of his cock. I feel twisted so tightly around him that I’m not sure how we’re ever going to separate, and I don’t think I ever want to.

He slides in slowly and rests there for a moment, lying across my back, his hands still gripping mine so that we’re fully joined. He presses his lips against the curve of my neck.

I turn my head to the side so that my face isn’t buried in the mattress, and I can see him looming over my shoulder.

I couldn’t get up if I wanted to.

I absolutely do not want to. But the way he’s got me pinned down, completely at his mercy…it’s so fucking hot. It’s so alpha.

Human men don’t fuck like this, and I’ve needed it. “You good?” he murmurs in my ear.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “So good. So fucking good.”

“What should I do? You want to just stay like this for a while?”

Is he kidding? “Fuck me,” I say. “I need you to fuck me, Brandon. You have no idea how badly I need that.”

In my peripheral vision, I see a feral grin spread across his face. “Okay,” he says. “If that’s what you want.”

His hips pull back sharply, leaving me momentarily empty. I have a brief moment of wondering what I’m in for, and then he snaps into me, and it feels like a fucking mallet inside of me.

I cry out at the pleasure and pain of it. That should not feel so good. If any other man had ever fucked me this hard, I would have probably been afraid. But this is different. I can feel how aware of me Brandon is. It’s in the way his thumbs rub circles on the backs of my hands even as he slams into me

again and again. It’s in the way he doesn’t rest his full weight on my back— though I could take it, I think. Maybe I’d like to take it.

I would tell him, but I don’t have words anymore.

This is how it feels to be fucked by an alpha. I’m sure. There’s no more power in the world than what I’m feeling right now, and Brandon isn’t even the alpha of our pack. He’s just that much man.

I am so fucking glad I came home with him.

He loosens one of his hands from mine and reaches around my hip, underneath me. Without breaking his rhythm, he finds my clit with two fingers and rubs gentle, firm circles.

I don’t understand. I don’t understand how he can be fucking me like such an animal and still handling me so delicately at the same time.

I don’t care.

My body is tensing now, clenching, bearing down on him, and it’s all gone beyond my control. I don’t even feel like I’m myself anymore. The woman lying on this bed could be anyone, and I am just riding the waves of her pleasure.

“Come for me,” Brandon groans. I do, with a cry of elation, lifting my hips off the mattress and back toward his cock and the stimulation of his fingers.

He chuckles at my greediness, but his laugh disappears into a cry of his own, and I feel the pulses as he shoots inside of me. I’m a limp puddle on the mattress by the time he’s finished, fucked out and drenched in sweat, unable to do so much as lift my head. Brandon collapses on top of me, still slightly inside of me, and for several moments, neither of us moves.

At last, he rolls off me. I slowly turn over onto my back and stare up at the ceiling. I have no idea what to say. I don’t even know what to think.

“Good?” he asks me.

That’s an understatement. He’s literally the best I’ve ever had, and it’s not close. “Yeah,” I say. I don’t want him getting the idea that this is going to happen again, as good as it was.

I’m not back to stay.

He sits up slowly. “You want some water?” “Yeah, thanks.”

He leaves the room. I sit up and look around. My clothes are all over the place. I get up and grab my shirt, pulling it back on over my head. That was hot as hell, but I’m ready to be covered up again.

Brandon comes back and hands me a cup of water. I sip it slowly. My muscles are still trembling, and I don’t want to embarrass myself by spilling water everywhere.

“Listen,” I say when I’ve had my drink. “We should keep this between us.”

I’m afraid he’s going to disagree or take offense, but he just nods. “I expected you’d say that.”

“Is it okay?”

“Sure. If you don’t want anyone to know, they won’t know.”

“I just don’t want people using it as a reason to try to get me back into the pack,” I say. “I’m not staying. I’m going back home the day after tomorrow.” “Sure. Well, I won’t tell anybody,” he says. “You don’t think your sister

will figure it out?”

“I’m going back to her place now. I’ll just tell her we had a few drinks and caught up.”

“Okay,” he agrees. “That’ll be the story, then.”

I have to admit, I’m surprised by how cooperative he’s being. I just hope he can stick to it.