Rocked by her Alpha

by Mina Carter

  “Aaron, put me down! I’m too heavy!” she squeaked, clutching at his shoulders for support.

  “Not a chance, kitten.” He shook his head, hair dancing over his shoulders and strode toward an open door to the side of the balcony. “Tonight you’re mine to pleasure, and it pleases me to carry you.”

  Excitement gripped her low, her pussy clenching hard when she saw where they were headed. His room, shrouded in shadows. He stepped through it into velvety darkness. Instinct had her clinging to him, widening her eyes to see in the little light from the windows. An enormous bed loomed in the dimness, the sheets dark. He made his way straight to it, not bothered by the lack of light.

  It made sense. A werewolf could see as well in the dark as in daylight, if not better. He paused by the edge of the bed and set her down. Not the normal bend, put her feet on the floor and make sure she had her balance so she didn’t face-plant sort of motion. Instead he kept a hard arm around her waist and let her legs go. Holding her close, he slid her down the front of his body, arching back to take all her weight.

  She held his gaze, feeling everything. Every hard plane of muscle. The thick length of his arousal pressed against her soft belly. He would fuck her. Fill her again and again with that deliciously hard cock, every inch. A shiver rolled from head to toe. She couldn’t wait.

  Drawing in a sharp breath, he let it out with a rumbled growl—the sexiest thing she’d ever heard. Her vision near to useless in the dim room, what she could see of his face would have scared her any other time; his expression drawn in feral lines. Any other time. Right then it only fueled the fires deep within, a lazy heat uncoiling, ensuring her body danced to the tune of the blazing arousal thrumming through her.

  “God…kitten, you sure know how to turn a guy on,” he murmured, holding her close to bury his lips in the curve of her neck. His stubble abraded her skin, but she didn’t complain, savoring the shiver of pleasure. What would that stubble feel like other places…?

  She managed a reply from somewhere, breathy and soft. “I’m glad you think so.”

  He found the zipper on the back of her dress and tugged. The fastening gave, a slow rasp preceding the cool wash of air over her skin. “Not think,” he corrected. “Know. Fact.”

  Rocking his hips, he offered the hard length of his erection as evidence, dotting a trail of light kisses over her shoulder. When the zipper reached the bottom of its run, he nipped lightly. Sharper than human canines pressed into her skin but didn’t break it. Heat and lust roared through her, hurtling her right to the edge. She gasped, wriggling against him. If he could do that to her with a few kisses, what would it be like when he had her on the bed?

  Naked. Both of them naked. Entwined. Skin on skin.

  She whimpered.

  “Shhh…It’s okay, kitten. I won’t hurt you. Never hurt you,” he promised, misinterpreting her distress and cupping her face so he could look into her eyes.

  “Yeah…I know.”

  She trailed her fingers along his sides, under the shirt, and then moved to ease her hand between them. He groaned, holding the back of her head as she stroked his balls through the soft leather. It wasn’t enough. She wanted skin.

  “Perhaps I want to hurt you, though, just a little,” she whispered as she nipped his full lower lip and used his start of surprise to push inside. Finding his tongue, she wrapped her own around it and sucked. A growl reverberated through his chest. Any other time a growling werewolf might have worried her, but not there. Not with him. There was something about him, something about the way he looked at her…hot as Hades, and twice as sexy. As though he’d go to the ends of the Earth for her and protect her from anything.

  “You do?”

  She smiled at the catch in his voice. Male wolves always liked to be in charge…but her sources told her most wanted that rare female that challenged them. The one that didn’t let them get their own way all the time, but made it interesting. Right then, she had a whole lot of interesting planned.

  “Yeah. In a good way though.”

  She shoved his shirt off his shoulders, pinning his upper arms, and stood on tiptoe to place a soft bite on his shoulder. Her attentions wandered across the satin skin of his chest. She’d expected a werewolf to be hairy, but his smooth chest only had a tiny swirl of hair around each nipple. Working her way down, she flicked her tongue over one flat disc in a wet swipe. He growled again, tension humming through him as though holding himself in check, and allowed her to play. For now. Her time would soon run out and he’d hurry things on.

  “Oh, god, yes….” His head dropped back, exposing the strong column of his throat in a response she hadn’t expected. Even with her limited knowledge of werewolves, everything about him screamed alpha male. So, baring his throat…. She didn’t comment, instead undoing his pants. The buckle hung loose and she flicked the top fastener free and licked at his nipple.

  With an explosive snarl of lust, he lunged, wrapping his arms around her and tumbling them backward. Before she finished her gasp, he’d pinned her under his hard body. Squinting her eyes to adjust to the darkness, she could make out his face, his hair around it like a dark halo. The word fit. A fallen angel, he’d been dropped from the heavens to ravage her.

  Ohgodyesplease. If there was any ravaging to be done, she needed it then. Like really need it now. Her pussy clenched again, the heat of her arousal flooding, dampening her panties in a scalding rush.

  With a deep breath rumbling in his chest, he claimed her mouth again. The hard, dominant kiss parted her lips, his tongue driving inside to tangle with hers. He swept a hand between them and the front catch between her breasts gave, the bra disappearing behind her. Her nipples rubbed against the hot satin of his chest and puckered. She moaned.

  Breaking away, he nuzzled the side of her neck and pushed a knee between her legs, pressing her thighs apart to settle between them. He surrounded her, his heat and presence dominating her world.

  Leather rubbed her inner thighs, igniting the nerve endings, and heat spiraled through her to settle into a hard knot in her pussy. She whimpered again. It was all too much, yet not enough…from the brush of his long hair, his mouth on the curve of her shoulder, to the pulse of his cock against her satin-covered mons.

  Every touch, every glide of skin on skin, coiled her body further. Her nipples ached as he hunched over her. Warm breath whispered over the peaks and she held her breath, anticipation holding her in thrall. The hot, wet rasp of his tongue swept over her and she groaned, driving her fingers into his hair to hold him to her breasts. He paid them attention, kissing and licking until she nearly lost her mind with need, writhing beneath him on the bed.

  “That’s it, kitten, let me hear you,” he urged, sliding lower.

  She flinched, holding back a moan at the sensual assault of his short stubble over her skin. More heat flooded her lower body and her cheeks burned. She’d never had such a reaction to a guy before…such a wet, needy reaction. Never had the sheer desire to have him inside her. Filling her. Fucking her.

  “Please…Aaron.” A begging note filled her voice but she didn’t care. She needed everything he could give her.

  “Shhh…I got you.”

  He pressed a quick kiss to the damp satin of her panties before forcing her thighs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders. Though not as broad as some of the sports players she ogled on the sly, when he settled over her, between her legs, she realized how big he was. How masculine.

  In every way they were opposites…hard against soft. Rough to smooth. Big versus small. The differences thrilled and excited her, and she waited with bated breath, sparks freewheeling through her. He didn’t make her wait long. He curled his long fingers under her thong underwear, and with a quick yank and the sharp bite of the side straps, they were gone. Her stomach quivered, her heart thundering as the writhing mass of desire within reacted to his actions.

  He stroked his hands up the inside of her thighs. Large, callused hands. Strong. Sexy. She shivered, wid
e open and vulnerable. A cool breath washed over her pussy, dragging another moan from her. He swept his tongue over her in a hot swipe of pure, wet pleasure.

  He located her clit and the moan became a whimper. Licking and circling until she arched under him, unable to keep still. Then he spread his hand over her lower stomach, holding her motionless, as he chuckled in the back of his throat. The sound vibrated against her clit and she almost went over the edge.

  “Stay with me, kitten.” He pulled back to kiss along the seam of her hip and thigh. “You’re so wet…. Pretty, pink. God, you taste fantastic….”

  Pushing her knees up, he hooked her legs over his shoulders and held her open for his mouth and tongue. Biting her lip to keep from begging, demanding, and screaming all at once, she reached out, holding on to the ornate headboard above her.

  She needed it to anchor her.

  Without warning, he pushed a finger into her and they both groaned. She turned her head, hiding her face in the crook of her arm. He pumped, the lazy motion causing a delicious friction that sent quivers through her. God, that felt good…better than good. Amazing.

  “Tight…you’re so tiny. I’m scared I’ll hurt you.” He turned to rest his forehead on her thigh, his whisper almost tormented. “But I can’t stop….”

  “Don’t then,” she begged, meeting his thrust with her hips. He couldn’t, she’d go crazy if he did. He pulled out and she blew out a quick breath, panic filling her that he’d changed his mind. Decided that screwing a human, more fragile than the women of his species, was a bad idea.

  “Oh, god, Aaron, please, I can take it. You won’t hurt me.”

  He didn’t answer. Instead he thrust two thick, long digits deep inside her. Twisting and scissoring, he stretched the channel, preparing her.

  “I can’t…won’t.”

  He latched on to her clit and sucked, forcing a scream from her, and then rubbed, finding her sweet spot. Hot, liquid need flooded her again and she bucked against him as he drove her up and over the edge without mercy.

  She came, hard, pleasure cascading like a waterfall, crashing over her. Yanking his hand back, he buried his tongue deep in her cunt to collect every drop of her arousal, low rumbles and snarls erupting from his throat, the vibrations prolonging her pleasure.

  Finally withdrawing, he crawled up her body, his movements feverish and uncontrolled. Ripping at his crotch, he opened the leathers. The blunt, broad head of his cock pressed against her entrance and she moaned.

  “Oh, god, yes.”

  He pushed and then froze. Her heart lurched. What was wrong? Had he changed his mind?

  “Shit…I forgot the condom.”

  He moved as if to withdraw but she stopped him, relief surging through her. Under normal circumstances, she’d have freaked out. But they had something…a connection between them that told her everything was perfect.

  “No, stay with me. Don’t worry about it. I’m on birth control.”

  “Kitten, I’m not bothered about getting you pregnant. If you let me, I’d claim you forever and give you as many kids as you wanted.” His expression serious, he added, “But you don’t know my history. It’s about protecting you. How can you be sure I’m clean?”

  She tried to ignore the urge to move. To wriggle, push against him and end the discussion. “Are you?”

  “Well, yes. Of course. But that’s not the point here.”

  His concern melted her heart. Half the men she’d known would have said, to hell with it, and she expected a guy like him to do the same. The whole, bad boy rocker thing. Didn’t they leave a trail of broken hearts and kids behind them?

  He held her gaze, the look on his face serious and kind of cute. Pain flittered across his expression as she unwrapped her hold on him. “God, kitten. Don’t look at me like that or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

  Closing his eyes, he slid from her hold, reaching into his pocket for his wallet. With a shaky hand, he retrieved a silver packet. The wallet hit the floor somewhere around the bed as he ripped the foil open to sheath his cock quickly.

  Then he returned, easing over her, and she parted her thighs eagerly. The hot, thick tip of his erection stretched her and she moaned, welcoming his penetration. Driving into her in one, hard thrust, he forced her to accept him, seating himself to the balls. She stiffened at the intrusion, breathing with care as she got used to the fullness. If she hadn’t been ready, she wouldn’t have been able to take him.

  He buried his face in her neck, panting, his body taut and controlled above her.

  “Please, kitten, hold still, or this’ll be fucking quick,” he said, his shaky voice strained.

  Her heart went out to him. “Aaron?”

  “What?”

  “It’s cool. Now shut the hell up and screw me, okay?” Tightening her pussy around him, she rocked her hips to seal the deal. Heat and darkness flooded his eyes, and deep inside her his cock jerked.

  A heavy shudder racked his body and the floodgates opened. Pulling back, he surged into her again, setting up a hard, fast rhythm. He fucked her as she’d asked with long, but quick strokes. He didn’t let up, wrapping a big hand around her thigh and yanking it over his hip.

  She moaned at the new angle and tightness. She wouldn’t last long, not surrounded by him, loving her with everything he had. Pleasure rose like a tsunami, sweeping away everything in its path. She clung to him, matching him thrust for thrust until…

  He pulled out and paused, dropped a kiss on her lips, and then drove in again. The rock of his hips at the end of the thrust sent her hurtling over the edge with a scream. Ecstasy crashed, ripping through every cell, shattering her. Her sheath spasmed around his cock in waves, and he swore, slamming into her repeatedly. His movements became jerky, uncoordinated until he drove into her a final time.

  Every muscle locked and he howled, the sound triumphant and very male as he came. She moaned, his climax continuing her own until his cock stopped jerking. He collapsed, his arms bracketing her shoulders. The fact they were locked together didn’t bother her. Wrapping her arms around him, she smiled and her eyes fluttered closed. She’d happily stay there for days…months.

  Perhaps even forever, her heart whispered, if he wanted her to.

  Chapter 5

  Morning dawned bright and early, but Mel missed it. When she finally cracked her eyes open, the clock showed half past ten. Way later than she usually woke. On a normal day she woke by five, ready and raring to get out to whatever dig she worked on.

  Bolting upright, she blinked, registering the room… How in hell have I slept so long? It wasn’t her room. Someone had placed her clothes in a neat pile on the boudoir chair and her cheeks burned. The heat rose a little more as she recognized the black shirt next to them. A man’s shirt.

  A smile spread across her face and with a stretch, she fell back into the comfortable soft mattress. Aaron had been…fantastic. Her memory treated her to an instant replay of the night before, all his sexy moves burned into her mind forever. They’d never gotten to dinner but he’d woken her three times in the night, each time to take her to greater heights before letting her fall back to sleep a little before dawn. With a pleasant soreness in some very intimate places, she was tired but happy. She poked at the emotion and the smile broadened. She’d have to remember to thank Tiff for her intervention. The night had been wonderful.

  Music filtered in from the main room. Frowning, she recognized the song as a recent release from one of the big rock bands. They were on the radio all the time. Lyric Dogs or something…she didn’t know, didn’t much follow them. She only recognized it because of Tash.

  But…it sounded odd. Just the singer and one guitar, rather than the heavy metal backing sound she usually heard. Perhaps they’d done an acoustic version? If so, she needed to get the album. Not for Tash, although she knew the girl would go batty to get a copy, but for herself. There was something hypnotic and familiar about the singer’s voice, the husky note one she knew but couldn’t q
uite place. All she knew was that she needed it.

  Sliding from the bed, she slipped Aaron’s shirt on and headed in search of him and the music. Her partial nakedness didn’t bother her in the slightest. After the things they’d done the night before, that he’d done to her and had her do to him, she’d never be embarrassed around him again.

  Finding the main room empty, she padded through it, confusion filling her before she spotted the balcony door ajar. They’d entered the bedroom the night before through the other balcony entrance. Smiling, she stepped out into the early morning sun. Aaron was into rock music. Perhaps he’d know if that band had done an acoustic version of the song…

  She stopped dead. No radio played—instead, Aaron sat on the couch, a guitar cradled in his arms. His long, strong fingers moved over the instrument with the same ease that they’d played her. A warm breeze lifted the loose strands of his hair and his voice swelled in the air around her. In a trance, she took a few steps forward. He drew out the last note, softer than the howl she recalled it ending on, and his gaze locked on her.

  “Y-you’re one of the Lyric Dogs,” she said with surprise.

  Setting the guitar aside, he stood and approached her with a male grace that made her heart pound.

  “Hounds. Lyric Hounds.” Reaching her, he stared down with heat in his eyes. “And yes, I am. Does that bother you?”

  She wrinkled her nose. How the hell did he look so good this early in the morning? Wasn’t there some rule that said rock stars didn’t get up until mid-afternoon? If not, there should be.

  “No,” she said carefully, warned by the little look in the back of his eyes that her answer was important to him.

  Why, she wasn’t sure. This was a one-night thing, wasn’t it? If he was a Lyric Hound, he was one of the most famous rock stars in the world… and she was an archeologist. He spent his days (she wouldn’t allow herself to think of the nights) in gorgeous locations and luxury hotels, dressed in designer clothes while she spent hers knee deep in mud and her clothes were best described as chain-store chic.