by Casey Morgan
All of a sudden, my mind was flooded with images of other wolves. I understood that I was having a flashback from when I was a baby. I remembered being with my real parents and being taken away as an infant, so scared and alone. I carried that feeling with me for years, vowing that I would never let anything like that happen to my own children. And while I had pushed the details of my kidnapping out of my mind, I held onto the thought that my own children would have all that they deserved and more.
Instinctively, I knew that I was pregnant by Blake already. I wasn’t quite sure how, but it was a sensation that I felt deep in my bones. I smiled at the thought of bearing his children and being his mate. I knew that we would make each other happy and create a beautiful life together.
My smile faded as I thought about the men who threatened to kill my family. I could never be truly at ease knowing that there were people out there who were determined to snuff out my happiness.
The good thing about my new wolf body was my nose, which made it easy to smell the men who had killed the limo driver and, I assumed, my father. Their scent was putrid in the air, tickling the back of my throat and making my mouth water as my feet pounded the pavement of the mountain highway.
I almost stopped as I sniffed the air, inhaling deeply to take in their scent. They were werewolves, too. And their odor was coming from the direction that Blake and I had fled from. I figured that they had probably holed up at the motel that we had been staying at. So, I picked up speed, heading in that direction.
My paws tapped against the asphalt rhythmically as I made my way down the winding tree-lined road. The air was thick with pollen from dandelions that had formed a cloud as the wind gust through the fields of grass that passed me on either side. Little bits of flowers clung to my fur, tickling my skin. But I kept on running, not stopping until I reached the motel. My relentless rage drove me on.
When I got to the truck stop and the rickety motel, I sniffed the ground, trying to see exactly where I could find them. My tracking led me to the back parking lot, where a few men stood around a car, talking and drinking some beers. It was them, the bad wolves. Though they were in human form, I could smell them and knew that they were the ones I had been looking for.
The car they were standing near was the same SUV that had driven past us on the road when I was in the limo. It was all the confirmation that I needed to make my next move, but I knew I still had to be careful. But, before I could put together any rational thoughts together, rage started taking over my brain. It was boiling up in my belly and making its way up to my head. I could feel the heat rising inside of me.
Think, Sandy, I thought to myself, shaking my head. There are three of them and one of me. So, I have to be very cautious. I tiptoed behind a nearby car just out of sight and leaned closer so that I could hear what the bad wolves were talking about.
“That old dog had to be put down,” said one of the men, seething, pulling on a cigarette. “He knew what he was doing, preaching about destroying us, and taking away our mates. Even the good book talked about an eye for an eye, so how is what we’re doing any different?”
“Agreed,” said another man. “He and his whole family line will pay for his crimes. It’s only fair.”
I frowned, my thoughts racing. I didn’t understand what they were talking about. It all sounded like nonsense to me. My father, a bad guy? He wasn’t. My father was a good man, one of the best that I knew. He always preached love and compassion, and he showed it to my mother, sisters, and me every day of his life. He was a preacher who truly walked the walk. So, hearing them spew what I knew had to be lies made me even angrier.
I prepared myself to attack. Jumping from behind the car, I cleared the distance between them and me with just one jump. I pounced on one of them, clamping my teeth down hard around his arm. He screamed out in pain, his body frozen with shock. Another one of them jumped on my back, trying to strangle me. I threw him off, just as another one came towards me, tackling me around my waist. There were too many of them. I had gotten a good bite in, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to strike with them closing in on me the way that they were.
Suddenly, I heard a growl behind the men, and another wolf jumped towards us, knocking them over.
It was Blake. I knew it was him because he was my mate. Even though I had never used that word before, and we didn’t even speak to each other—just locked eyes for a brief second in the midst of the fight—I knew it was him.
He had crashed through the bad men, stunning them as they hit the ground.
Blake had saved me…again.
Chapter Twelve
Blake
I ran as fast as I could, tracing Sandy’s scent, hoping that I could get to her in time. She had gone back to the truck stop motel. Accompanying her smell was the odor of other werewolves. Hopefully, she would be smart and not get herself in too much trouble, but I doubted it.
My fears were realized when I saw her surrounded. I jumped toward a crowd of men attacking Sandy, knocking them over just as they were about to kill her. She had been trapped, and I came to her rescue.
Now it was two against three. I wasn’t worried, though, because Sandy and I together formed a strong bond because we were mates. That had been part of the reason why shifters had been hunted and kept separate from our females. The power of a pair of werewolves is often unmatched.
We were protecting our pack. We leaped toward the bad men, attacking them one by one, tearing them to shreds. Their blood coated our mouths and fur as we bit and chewed them up, snapping their necks until we could hear the bone break. We didn’t stop until every one of them was a heap of steaming flesh laying lifeless on the ground.
When I was sure that it was safe, I shifted back into my human form. I looked down at Sandy, who was still in wolf’s form. I could tell that she had calmed down since her breathing was even, and she sat stock still. There was a look of scared confusion on her face like she was trying to process everything that was happening. After a few minutes, I looked around and realized that someone could come into the parking lot at any moment, and we would really be in trouble.
“We need to get out of here,” I told Sandy, craning my neck in all directions to make sure that we hadn’t been spotted already. “Follow me.”
I shifted back into a wolf and took off toward the forest where I had hidden my bike. She followed closely behind me. When we got back to the clearing where we had eaten the burgers earlier, I shifted back into my human form.
I stepped toward Sandy, still in her wolf form, and carefully placed a hand on her shoulder. I hoped that a physical connection would help to stimulate our relationship as mates so that we could be one in our thinking.
“It’s okay,” I said, stroking her shoulder. “Everything is going to be okay.”
I could feel her body relax, and her breathing slowed even more. Carefully explaining to her how to shift back into a human, I guided her in the same way that I had been taught when I had first shifted. After a few tries, she turned back into her human form. I pulled her into my arms, hugging her tightly. It felt so great to finally have my mate back in my embrace. I was overjoyed and felt like I could fly to the moon. I felt so lucky.
“What happened?” Sandy whispered in my ear.
I stood there, holding her silently for a few moments, trying to find the right words to say to explain to her what would happen.
“Well, you are a werewolf,” I said, stating what I knew to be obvious. “Years ago, werewolves were hunted, and many of the female werewolves were taken away from their families as babies as part of a government effort to control and destroy the werewolf population. These babies were adopted out, mostly to strict and religious families, thinking that this would help keep them under control. They were never told about their powers because they were afraid that they would only use them to kill people. Young male werewolves were sent to detention camps and trained to be soldiers. They didn’t anticipate, though, that there would be an uprising lead by
the alpha wolves, and the camps were destroyed. Most of the males have wandered around for years alone. Many of us hadn’t been able to find mates or restart packs, so we live out the rest of our existence depressed and lonely.”
She nodded slowly, a distant look in her eyes. Sandy turned to look at me, her eyes searching mine.
“Are my sisters werewolves, too?” she asked.
“I’m not exactly sure,” I shrugged, wishing that I had a better answer for her.
Sandy started to cry softly. After crying for a few minutes, using my shoulder to dry her tears, she finally spoke.
“Well, I want to find my sisters,” she said, nodding decidedly. “But we can’t do that yet.”
“Why?” I asked, confused. “We’ve gotten rid of the bad guys. What’s left for us to do?”
“Well, we have to protect our baby first,” she said, staring at me. My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t expected her to say that.
Was this real? Was it really happening? Were we really starting our new pack?
I jumped up, pumping my fist in the air. I was overcome with joy. I looked down at her smiling face, and I wanted to kiss her. I leaned down, landing a kiss on her lips. The kiss sent electricity through my body, and I knew she felt it, too. Within seconds we were all over each other, kissing and groping each other like our lives depended on it.
I took off her shorts and spread her legs open, pulling my dick out of my own pants. It was hard as a rock. I plunged my hard dick into her moist center, listening to her moan into my ear. She drove me crazy, her wetness coating my dick with each thrust in and out of her pussy. I pounded her pussy there on the ground, moans escaping her lips as I pushed deeper and deeper into her tight, wet pussy. I pulled her body into mine harder, her legs spread out in a v on either side of me.
“Marry me,” I say firmly, staring into her eyes as I stroked my dick in and out of her pussy. I repeated my words over and over, carefully massaging the pussy that I hoped would be mine forever.
“Yes,” Sandy said, closing her eyes and shouting to heaven. “Yes, I will marry you, Blake. I love you.”
Just then, we were both overtaken by a powerful orgasm that made her pussy pulse against my dick. I spewed hot cum deep into her.
I couldn’t have been happier.
Epilogue
Sandy
I clung to my mate tightly as we coasted down the road on his bike. I nestled my face into Blake’s back, happier than I had been in a very long time. We had spent the whole night talking and having sex. We had finally come to the conclusion that, since we had no idea how werewolves got married, we might as well give in to the human tradition and make our bond legal.
So, we did what any spontaneous couple would do and headed to Las Vegas.
When we got to Las Vegas after what seemed like weeks, but only was around a day, we rode up and down the Las Vegas strip for the perfect place for the ceremony. We came across a site called the Chapel of Love, which boasted of having the best Elvis impersonator.
“Well, this place looks as good as any,” said Blake, parking the bike and getting off.
I laughed, first softly, then long and hard until I was leaned over, clenching my belly.
“What’s so funny?” asked Blake, a look of confusion plastered across his handsome face.
“It’s just that…I always imagined that my wedding would be different,” I began, trying to stop myself from laughing so that I could properly explain. “I always thought that I would be married in my father’s church…”
My voice trailed off as I imagined my father walking me down the aisle, landing a kiss on my forehead before handing me off to my husband. I had imagined the scene so many times that I almost couldn’t believe that it wasn’t going to happen that way. For one, my father was dead. For another thing, I was a million miles away from home, standing in a Las Vegas chapel’s parking lot.
“Do you still want to go through with this?” Blake asked softly, his eyes glued to the ground. I could tell that he was nervous. I took his face in my hands and looked at him.
“Of course, I do,” I said, smiling at him sweetly. “I’m not upset at all. I mean, I never thought that I would find out that I was a werewolf, but I’m dealing with it. But, most importantly, I accept myself and my family as we all are.”
Blake looked at me like he was searching my face to detect any signs of lying. When he was satisfied that I was telling the truth, he took my hand in his and walked into the chapel with me.
The ceremony didn’t take very long at all. In fact, I had spent more time in a drive-thru ordering fries in the time that it took for us to say our vows and leave the chapel.
But we left as husband and wife.
“What should we do now?” asked Blake, heading toward his bike so that we could leave.
I thought about it for a minute. I didn’t want to touch my family’s money because I was afraid that the bad guys would find us again if there were still any left out there.
“Let’s find a cheap hotel and get some rest,” I suggested. “And then we can plan our next move.”
“Good idea,” said Blake, nodding as he started up the bike and motioned for me to climb on the back.
It didn’t take us very long to find a cheap motel and pay for the room.
As soon as we got into the room, Blake pushed me inside, kissing me hard on the mouth.
“Let’s celebrate our marriage the right way,” he said breathlessly, kissing my mouth and face, fumbling to take off my clothes and his own.
I could feel the heat rising inside of me. My pussy was getting wetter with each kiss. He reached down and ran his finger along the outside of my pussy, teasing me. I followed suit, reached down, and grabbed his dick. It was already hard and getting stiffer and stiffer as I ran my hand up and down the shaft of his cock.
Blake pumped his dick in and out of my hand, parting my pussy lips with his fingers so that he could feel my clit. It was hard and wet against his touch. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me. I positioned myself so that my entrance was on the tip of his dick. I wiggled my hips, feeling his dick enter my hot, wet pussy inch by inch, stretching my pussy walls to accommodate his thickness.
I rode my husband, bouncing my pussy up and down on his dick. He clenched the bedspread like he was trying hard to control himself and was quickly losing the battle. He came long and hard, shooting hot sperm into my pussy. I held his dick inside of me, feeling it twitching, cum spilling out of him each time it moved. The feeling set me off and my pussy clenched hard with an orgasm.
Satisfied, I rolled over to the other side of the bed and stared up at the ceiling, a giddy smile smeared across my face. After a few minutes, Blake was all over me again.
“Ready for more already?” I asked, surprised.
“Oh yeah,” he said. “If I have my way, this is how we’re going to spend the rest of the night.”
I kissed him and prepared myself for the exciting night that he had planned, hoping that this moment would never end because tomorrow would bring a new set of challenges. I had to find my sisters and make sure they were safe. I didn’t know if they were werewolves like me, but I had a feeling that they were. In any case, they were pack and pack needed to be together.
THE END
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Sneak Peek of Alpha’s Virgin in Danger
Here’s a free excerpt of Alpha’s Virgin in Danger, part of the standalone Alpha’s Virgin series.
Oliver slipped one of his fingers inside of me, and I immediately pressed into him, desperate for more. He moved his finger, coaxing me to continue leaning into his touch. Once I fell into a comfortable breathing pattern, he inserted another finger. Electricity spread through my hips, and my fingers dug into the sheets below me. He began to pump his fingers in and out of my pussy, savoring the deep sounds escapin
g my throat. I could feel the knot in my stomach tightening and tightening. All I wanted was him to pump harder so that knot could come undone. The faster he went, the more I squirmed to try and help him reach deeper within me. I was so close, so close to untying the knot. Just when I was about to do it, I felt the absence of his fingers. I was left empty, and out of breath as Oliver pulled his fingers out and slipped my panties off my legs, finally discarding my last piece of clothing.
I whined when I saw him standing up and smirking as he looked down at me.
“Patience,” he said as he slipped the two fingers that had been inside of me into his mouth. “Don’t worry, you’re too tasty to let spoil.”
He quickly took off his own shirt and pants. Stepping out of his boxers, he got back to me. He didn’t hesitate to grip my inner thighs and spread them. I shifted further up onto the bed to give him more space. Oliver positioned himself in front of me, the tip of his cock rubbing the front of my folds and dipping down towards my entrance. He stopped there and then placed a hand beside my head as his torso leaned down towards me.
“I won't pull away this time, baby girl,” he growled.
“Take me,” was all I could respond with.
My mate slowly pushed in, stopping when only an inch was inside. I tried to buck my hips, but his other hand held me down in place. His eyes made it clear that he was in charge of the pace, and that I was not to challenge that. I felt as my walls slowly stretched, accepting a little more of him every few seconds.
Oliver leaned down and kissed me. I hungrily opened my lips and gasped when we parted. My breath was heavy and hot, my back arching in anticipation. With shaky hands, I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
Without another second’s hesitation, he pushed fully into me. I moaned when I felt the base of his dick press against my folds. Somehow, I had managed to take all of him. With a slow and steady pace, my lover began to thrust in and out. At first, I was filled with uncertainty, unable to tell if I was in any sort of pain, but all thoughts of that were quickly forgotten when he picked up his pace.
