Alpha Arrangement: A BBW BWWM Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance (Arcane Affairs Agency)

by Camille Laurent

“Ugh, why?” I rolled my eyes.

  “For shits and giggles?”

  “That’s not a good enough excuse,” I said as I grabbed a glazed donut and licked the glaze off of my fingers.

  “Guess.”

  “Fine.” I took a bite of fried dough. “Because…we’re going to be co-alphas?”

  “Close.”

  “Um…because we’re going to be married?”

  “Closer.” He started to slowly nod his head, as if to encourage me to keep going.

  I suddenly remembered what he said yesterday while talking to Gregory. “Because we’re mates?”

  “Bingo,” he said, tapping his fingers on the table. “Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same way.”

  “I do.” In fact, up until yesterday, I thought I was the only person who felt this way.

  He pumped his fists in the air. “Yes!” He had a child-like grin on his rugged face. “I knew it.”

  “That doesn’t really address my original point, though,” I said as I examined a particularly burnt piece of bacon.

  “Fine. First of all,” he said as he held up a single finger. “You’re my mate. We just established that.”

  “We did.”

  “And second,” he said as he raised another finger on the same hand, “I just feel like I can be myself around you. I don’t know, I just feel like I can let my guard down with you, like you won’t judge me or anything.”

  “Are you saying that the ‘real you’ is not a brutal, cold-hearted drill sergeant?” I said, flashing him a mischievous smirk.

  “Oh, I can be,” he said. “I save that for almost everyone else.”

  “Emma thinks you’re pretty nice,” I said. “Are you a softy around her, too?”

  “Shut up,” he said. “I said almost everyone, after all.”

  I laughed and pushed my now-empty plate in front of me. Mason reached for it and set it on top of his, and started to stand up and clean up. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.

  “Doing dishes. What, is that not allowed in the Moore clan?” He said, looking down at me.

  “What? No, it’s allowed. I’m just not going to let you do it in my house, let me take care of it.”

  He set the dishes on the countertop and placed his hands on my shoulders. “You’ll have to fight me, first.”

  “I’ll win,” I said, crossing my arms.

  “Not as a human, you won’t. I’m easily a foot taller than you, and I’m much wider than you.”

  “I —“

  “Don’t tell me you’re going to shift in the middle of your lovely kitchen,” he said, lowering his voice and leaning in closer.

  “Well, no, but…” I said, a pleasurable shiver running down my spine.

  “But what?” he said, cocking his head and licking his lips. “Wanna try?”

  His lips were oh-so-tempting, and so very close to mine. I looked deep into his crystal-clear turquoise eyes, which were beginning to dilate. My knees were feeling weak, and goosebumps were starting to form on my skin. The amount of control he held over my body was incredible.

  “I didn’t think so,” he said, looking at my mouth while biting his lower lip. His hands wandered from my shoulders to my waist, and he pulled me closer to him with ease.

  He lifted his hand to my chin and bent down to kiss me. I stood on my tiptoes to meet his lips, took a deep breath in anticipation. His cologne filled my nostrils.

  He kissed me gently at first and allowed his hands to gently caress my jawline. Slowly, he began to apply pressure, kissing me more deeply. He ran his fingers through my soft curly hair and allowed his tongue to flick my bottom lip before gently sucking on it, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. I had never been kissed like this before.

  He pulled back and looked at me. “Was that okay?” he said with a warm, seductive smile.

  I nodded and kissed him again, craving the feeling of his lips against mine. He gently placed his hands on my waist and pulled me closer to him. His hands began to explore my wide hips, my soft stomach…

  I put my hands on the side of his face, his stubble prickly against my fingers. I could feel my heart strumming in my chest, making me feel light-headed and tingly.

  He moved his lips to my neck and pressed harder against me, feeling my breasts press against his defined chest. I gasped, feeling myself become more aroused with every delicate kiss. His hands moved from my waist to the bottom hem of my pajama shirt, slowly teasing their way under it. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my ample breasts underneath a modest black bra.

  My clit throbbed as he stroked my breasts, which rose and fell with every ragged breath. He cupped my breasts, caressing and circling them gently. He reached under my bra, and slowly teased my nipples, which had formed hard, sensitive peaks. I moaned as he rolled them in between his fingers.

  “We should move to the living room,” I said, panting softly.

  “I agree,” he said, his voice deep and raspy.

  I sat on the couch and he unhooked my bra, gently pushing me onto my back. He crawled on top of me and took one of my breasts into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple. I moaned and arched my body toward him, prompting him to gently tease my sensitive nub with his teeth. His free hand made its way to the waistband of my pants, and as he pulled them off, I felt his cock harden at the sight of my black thong. He kissed his way down my torso, lingering on my stomach and the area just above my thong. I looked up at him, looking deep into his dilated aquamarine eyes.

  He placed his hand over my fabric-covered slit, moaning softly as he felt my wetness. I writhed in pleasure underneath his hand and pulled down my thong. He took a single finger and circled his it around my clit, alternating between teasing it and stroking my entrance slowly.

  He entered my tight depths with one finger at first, then two, and felt me clench around him.

  “God, you're so tight,” he moaned, lowering his mouth to my sensitive, pulsating clit.

  “Mason,” I breathed, my hands gripping the couch. His tongue caressed my folds as his finger teased my g-spot, causing me to writhe underneath him.

  I could feel myself getting closer and closer to climax. He massaged my spot harder. His tongue stroked my clit at an achingly slow pace. I bit my lip and moaned loudly as I came harder than I ever had before. I let out a satisfied sigh as I unclenched my hands, which had almost ripped the cushions as I rode out my orgasm.

  “Mmm," he said, lightly stroking my sensitive clit. He stood up and looked at my body in its entirety: he seemed to marvel at my plump and firm breasts, my thick thighs, my soft, silky smooth abdomen, which was glistening with sweat.

  He unbuckled his belt and began to unzip his jeans, his massive cock straining against the denim. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked, his eyes burning with desire.

  “Fuck, yes,” I said, breathless. He pulled down his jeans and took off his shirt. He still looked like a Greek god with his broad, defined shoulders, and his rippling, contoured, ivory-colored abs.

  I sat up and shyly reached for the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down. I gasped and marveled in amazement at the sight of his throbbing, thick shaft.

  “I need to fuck your tight little pussy,” he said, pushing me back down onto the bed and gently spreading my legs apart. He grabbed the head of his cock and rubbed it up and down my slit. He slowly slid inside of me, and every inch of his massive cock made me writhe in ecstasy. He started thrusting slowly at first, trying to enjoy every moment he was inside of me, but then steadily increased in speed. He looked deep into my eyes and gave me a mischievous smile when he teased me by pulling out completely and then driving back into me.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” he ordered, pulling out his cock and stroking it with his hand, “I want to fuck you from behind.”

  I turned over and did as he asked, moving my ass toward the edge of the couch so that he could plunge inside of me. I could feel my pussy becoming wetter
with anticipation. He grabbed my hips and rubbed his cock up and down my ass before positioning himself at my entrance.

  He plunged deep inside of me, growling as he felt me clench around him. I felt pleasure begin to build up inside of me, intensifying with every thrust. “You feel so fucking good,” he said as he pounded harder. His hands tightened their grip on my hips, creating a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. The sound of moans mixed with the sound of his sac smacking against my ass.

  “Oh my god,” I said, burying my face into the couch and gripping the cushions. His hips kept thrusting into me, hitting my already sensitive g-spot. “I’m so close.”

  “Cum with me, Aubrey,” he said. I tightened around his cock, milking him. Mason let out a ragged gasp. "Fuck..." He thrust into me even harder.

  “I’m going to cum,” I said, feeling my walls began to spasm around his massive cock. “Oh my god, Mason…”

  He let out a deep groan as he released into me, shuddering and convulsing as he climaxed.

  I collapsed onto the couch, unable to support myself with my legs any longer. I felt my clit throbbing, sending waves of pleasure from my center to the tips of my fingers. Mason rubbed his hand on the small of my back, stroking his still-throbbing cock with his other hand.

  “That was amazing,” he said, looking at the way my body glistened with sweat. Still overcome with pleasure, I responded with a small moan. He lay down next to me and buried his head in my neck. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” He said, his mouth tickling my neck.

  We moved to my bed and cuddled for an hour or so, before Mason reached over and grabbed his iPhone from my nightstand. I pulled the sheets over my exposed chest as I snuggled closer to him.

  “Fuck, Connor,” he said. “He called me three times…”

  “Is everything okay?” I asked, my face pressed against his ribcage.

  He pressed his phone to his ear, and I heard Connor’s muffled voice.

  “Dude, I’ve been trying to find you, but I have no fucking clue where you are. It’s about your brother…call me. Now.”

  “What?” I said as I sat up.

  “I don’t know,” he said as he called Connor back. “I’ll find out.”

  He got out of bed and went into the hallway.

  “What’s up?…No, I’m with Aubrey…yeah, dude, he followed us yesterday…” His voice faded out as he went into my study and closed the door. I knew he was talking about Gregory and trying not to freak me out, but not knowing what was going on was killing me.

  I got out of bed and put on a silk bathrobe that was resting on my wardrobe. I walked to the hallway and waited outside of the study. I couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying, but I heard the beginnings of panic in his voice.

  He ended up talking to Connor for what seemed like ages. Finally, he emerged from the study, still completely naked and red-faced.

  “What’s going on?” I said, walking toward him.

  “It’s about Gregory,” he said, grabbing my hands as I approached him. “He’s accusing us of assaulting him, and has requested an emergency hearing to discuss our positions as Alphas.”

  “That means…” I could feel a familiar numbness washing over me.

  “He’s trying to get us fired, or at least kicked out of Timber Creek.”

  My eyes glazed over and my ears started ringing. Just when I thought I could start to move on from Gregory after eight fucking years, he comes back to ruin me.

  “The meeting is tomorrow morning at 9.” Mason wrapped his arms around me and kissed my hair. “We are going to get through this. We can do this. You’re not alone.”

  My bear felt oddly calm, but I wanted nothing more than to run away. I started to think that maybe I should have never agreed to marry Mason, even though I knew he was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

  Gregory and Councilman Black were right — I wasn’t cut out to be alpha. I should’ve just forced my clan to move south. Better yet, I should’ve just quit.

  Then, I’d never have to see Gregory again.

  Part Three

  Chapter 9: Mason

  The Town Hall seemed more ominous than ever. The sun shone through the navy stained glass windows, casting a blue shadow onto the solemn council members. The only sounds were that of heels clacking on the stone floor, and the hushed tones of gossiping audience members.

  The Hall was musty and damp, and the faintest hint of mold stung my nostrils. The arched roof seemed to go on for eternity, making me feel like tiny and insignificant; maybe if I closed my eyes, this would all just disappear…

  I glanced at my mother; her normally serene face was contorted with anger — at Gregory, no doubt, and very likely Councilman Black as well. Aubrey squeezed my hand under the table, trying her hardest not to acknowledge that Gregory was seated less than 20 feet to her right.

  I dared not look at him, as I felt that even the slightest glance in his direction would send him into a murderous rage. My hands were clammy and numb with nerves, and I hoped that Aubrey couldn’t tell that I was likely just as terrified as she was. I had to be strong for her, even though I felt that my entire foundation was crumbling from beneath my feet.

  “Attention,” Councilman Truman, a senior councilman said as he slammed his gavel onto the podium. “Councilman Reed will now do roll-call.”

  I saw Gregory turn to look at Aubrey out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head slightly and narrowed my eyes while staring him down. He was wringing his non-injured hand and furiously bouncing his leg. He was wearing a pair of tattered black gloves, which I found strange, considering the weather. He swayed back and forth, a lecherous grin slowly forming on his face. Just looking at him sent chills down my spine. He looked at me and his smile disappeared. He quickly turned to glance at Black, who gave him a disapproving glare.

  “We will now begin our emergency session. Gregory Fortescue, please rise and approach the speaker’s podium.”

  He stood up and winced before clutching his arm. His hunchbacked body limped to the podium, which was almost as big as he was. I didn’t know whether to laugh or be annoyed by how pitiful he looked.

  “Now, Mr. Fortescue, please state your reasons for requesting an emergency session.”

  “I’d like to request that Aubrey Moore and Mason Fortescue be removed from their positions as Alpha, as they are unfit to lead.”

  “We know that already, Mr. Fortescue, but we’d like to know the specific reasons why.”

  “They assaulted me,” he spat, his frail body convulsing with every word. “They did this to me!” He pointed at his injured arm, which was in a blue sling.

  “When did this occur?” Tabitha asked skeptically.

  “Two nights ago.”

  “Where?”

  “In the Moore compound, in front of Aubrey’s estate.”

  “Do you have any witnesses?” Tabitha asked. My mother, who was seated next to her, was gripping the sides of her chair so hard her knuckles were white.

  “Well, n-no,” he stuttered. “But I have evidence. Look at me! They could’ve killed me.”

  “Your lack of witnesses is concerning, you must understand that,” Tabitha said.

  “The burden of proof shouldn’t be on me, it should be on them. Ask them. Ask them what they did.” He said as he pointed to Aubrey and me.

  Sheriff Andrews sighed. “While he’s not exactly correct, we should hear what Alphas Moore and Fortescue have to say,” he said, rubbing his temples.

  Tabitha turned to us. “So, what happened?”

  I cleared my throat as I placed both my hands on the table and clasped them together. “I was walking Alpha Moore home, and Gregory came up from behind us and started taunting us. We asked him to leave several times, but he refused. Once he became hostile and didn’t give us our space, I attacked.” I looked Gregory square in the eye. “It was in self-defense.”

  “Self-defense? Bullshit! Gregory is half your size!” Coun
cilman Black said. “I can attest to Alpha Fortescue’s barbarian tendencies. Just the other day, he —“

  Oh, this was going to be good. Either he admits that I beat the shit out of him because he slandered Aubrey — which is a punishable offense in itself here in Timber Creek — or he doesn’t say anything, which makes him look like an idiot. I decided to call his bluff.

  “I did what, Councilman Black?” I said, cocking my head and smirking at him.

  “You — you…” His eyes widened the moment he realized his mistake. He pulled at his collar and rubbed his still-bruised Adam’s apple. “You just don’t know how to respect authority, that’s all.”

  “Right,” I said, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms over my chest. Aubrey gave me a confused side-glance. “I maintain that this was in self-defense. I will do whatever it takes to protect myself and Alpha Moore, particularly in times like these, where the safety of the town is compromised by the threat of murder.”

  Gregory slammed his gloved palm on the podium, making several of the councilmen jump in their seats. “Who said anything about the murderers? This isn’t about them. Are you trying to accuse me of —”

  “First things first: uh, yeah, it kind of is about them. I mean, Johnson was just murdered. We have to be on high alert. Secondly, no, I’m not trying to accuse you of anything. You’re jumping to false conclusions,” I said.

  “Let’s stay on topic, please,” Andrews said. “I also request that the council raise their hand if they’d like to speak.” He looked directly at the red-faced Councilman Black. “Now, Gregory, please tell us why you were at Alpha Moore’s estate that night.”

  “I just wanted to…” His voice cracked and his frail body was twitching slightly. “I was just going for a walk.”

  “Alpha Moore, was he on your property?”

  “Within five feet of it, at the very least,” she said, fidgeting with her hands under the table.

  “Gregory,” Andrews continued. “Is this true?”

  “Well, yes,” he said. “Am I not allowed to walk on her property?”

  “Not without permission, no,” Andrews said. “That’s trespassing. Did they ask you to leave?”