Alphas Unbounded

by Terra Wolf

  "Well, I'll always have you right."

  A loud howling off in the distance had the wolf on his feet in an instant. A second and third howl followed the first. The wolf ran to the tree line, stopped and looked over his shoulder at her. They locked gazes a moment and in the blink of an eye he disappeared into the woods and out of sight.

  Adrianna was in the process of bringing a spoonful of spaghetti sauce to her mouth to test the flavour when a knock came at the front door. Scowling, Adrianna placed the spoon on the counter and rushed into the cosy living room and to the front door. Pulling the curtain aside she was surprised to see Ian standing on the front step, looking as sexy as she remembered, his hands thrust into his front pockets.

  She groaned out loud as she looked down at her ragged appearance. She was wearing the jeans she'd worn earlier to visit the wolves. A combination of white and grey fur littered her jeans, combined with mud and grass stains from sitting on the ground. Her t-shirt while clean and pressed was plain.

  "Well, if he still wants to visit after seeing you like this then it must be love," she joked under her breath. As if he'd heard her, his eyes caught hers and he grinned. As she unlocked the door and opened it up, she greeted him with a smile that she hoped masked the nervousness that she was feeling inside.

  There's no way he heard that? Did he? Nah.

  "Wow, Ian. What a surprise." She took a step backwards and motioned for him to enter.

  "Come on it."

  "I was in the neighbourhood..."

  Considering her house was, as people would say it, "out in the boonies" she felt that him being in the neighbourhood was highly suspect. Not that she was complaining; she hadn't been able to get her mind off of him since the previous night. She'd even dreamed of him. The dream was so erotic that as soon as she woke up she felt the burning urge to masturbate her sexual frustration away. But all the masturbation did was help take the edge off. She may still have been a virgin, but she knew what she needed and he was standing right in front of her.

  "I'm making spaghetti with meat sauce if you'd like to stay for a late supper." She closed the door behind him and motioned for him to follow her across the small living room and into the kitchen.

  Picking up the spoon from the counter, she dipped it into the sauce pan and scooped out a portion. "Here, try and tell me what you think." Keeping a hand under the spoon to ensure it didn't drip to the floor she brought it to his lips.

  Chuckling, he opened his mouth to accept the sauce. She waited in suspense, as he took his time to give her a verdict.

  "Not bad. Needs more ground beef. Got some?" Without waiting for her to reply he strode across the room in three long, powerful strides, opened the fridge and began rummaging through it until he came up with what he'd been looking for.

  "Help yourself," she couldn't help but quip, not sure if she was amused or a little annoyed at the liberties he was taking in her home.

  Already in the process of cooking the lump of hamburger, he froze and turned to face her, his face carrying a slight embarrassed look. "Sorry... I..."

  Laughing at the wounded expression on his face, Adrianna took a seat at the kitchen table and rested her chin on the back of the chair, watching him. "I'm teasing. Go ahead. Mom used to make the sauce. I've never made it all that well."

  "The trick is lots of hamburger," he stated shrugging off his brown leather three-quarter length jacket and draping it across the back of the chair opposite the table to her.

  "You sure that's not too much meat?" Adrianna looked at the couple pounds of ground beef he planned on adding with amusement.

  "Oh honey, you can never have enough meat." He gave her a wink and turned back to preparing the beef and sauce.

  Relaxing back in the chair, Adrianna watched him work. The hunger for him grew as she watched him.

  He was indeed one of the hottest looking men she'd ever seen. Tall, she guessed to be about 6'3. His shoulders and chest broad. His thighs were thick and muscular, under the snug denim covering them. And his dark hair was thick and just long enough to give him that bad boy look, falling an inch from his shoulders.

  Adrianna shifted uncomfortably in her chair as her juices began to gather between her legs. By the time he finished with his version of her sauce and brought the spoon over to her in order to taste she was extremely uncomfortable and needy.

  Her eyes locked with his icy blue ones and a shiver ran through her. She opened her mouth and accepted the sauce. There was something so intense and intimate about the gesture. More so than when she'd fed him.

  Would it be to bold to pull him down to her and kiss him? Would she have the nerve to if it wasn't? To her frustration the answer was no on both accounts. The sauce was more ground beef than anything else, to the point that the sauce could be eaten as a meal all on its own, but it was good.

  "Well," he urged, his eyes not leaving hers.

  "It's amazing."

  The sexual tension between them increased along with the dampness between her legs. She squirmed on her chair, spreading her legs slightly, in an attempt to relieve some of the tension.

  Ian touched the side of her face, like he had the night before. His thumb traced her lower lip and she found herself sighing and before she knew she was doing it, she nipped at his thumb playfully.

  The fire within his eyes flared up as he inhaled sharply. "Adrianna, don't..." his voice was low and strained, fuelling her desire to see what would happen if she did.

  She sucked his thumb into her mouth, her tongue circling his thumb, imitating what she'd do if it was his hardened cock in her mouth. Her eyes dropped to his groin for a brief moment and as suspected his massive erection was straining against his jeans. She looked back up onto his eyes and gasped. The hunger in his eyes was intense, raw, and primal, almost animalistic.

  "Why?" she asked, allowing his thumb to drop from her lips.

  "Because I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself with you."

  She rose from her chair to stand before him. She was a tall woman, standing roughly six inches shorter than him, but his massive frame eclipsed her smaller one. "I feel something..." She placed her palm flat against his chest. "I've never wanted a man before. But I want you."

  She couldn't believe what she was admitting to him. She knew she should be embarrassed. She should be playing coy and allowing him to pursue her. She was a virgin for God's sake! She barely knew what she was doing, but it felt as though her instincts were taken over and she was helpless to stop it. God help her, she wanted him to fuck her right there in the kitchen on the table if he was so inclined.

  What was going on with her? What was he doing to her? She didn't know and at that point she simply didn't care.

  Three

  Placing the spoon on the table behind her, Ian slipped a hand around Adrianna waist and pulled her tight against him. His cock was screaming to be released and his balls were beginning to throb. He had to have her.

  She gasped as he grabbed her thighs, hoisted her up on his hips, spun her around and pinned her body between his and the wall. "I don't know if I'll be able to control myself," he confessed, breathing in deeply and taking in the sweet smell of her shampoo.

  "I don't want you to," she responded. Her voice was shaky, whether it be from her desire or fear of what she was about to do he wasn't sure.

  Placing a hand at the nape of her neck, he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her harder and more savagely then he intended. She tightened her legs around him, fisted his shirt and parted her lips to him, inviting his tongue in to explore.

  A low feral growl came from him as he deepened the kiss. She tasted divine - the spicy sauce lingering on her tongue. Their tongues danced and she gripped tighter to his shirt, meeting his sense of urgency and need. His wolf side fought to take over and take what he wanted, what he'd needed from her for a long time now.

  He tore his lips from hers, and began to trail his lips down the length of her neck - kissing and nipping as he went. "I need to taste mo
re of you."

  "Please."

  "Fuck Adrianna. You're making this hard."

  "I want you."

  He lifted his head and their eyes locked. Taste - just one taste, he told himself as he swung her around, and laid her back onto the circular oak kitchen table. Frantically he undid her jeans and pulled them down her hips and off to reveal a pair of white lace panties, the crotch soaked with her desire.

  Falling to his knees he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and gave them a tug. Her panties quickly joined her jeans on the floor next to him. Her sweet moist pussy became revealed to him, the hair nearly trimmed into a landing strip. He swiped two fingers between her soft, moist folds gathering up her juices. She moaned softly and squirmed against his fingers. Bringing his fingers to his mouth he sucked her nectar from his fingers and groaned inwardly. He needed more.

  "Ian..." At the sound of his name, Ian looked up and caught her lust filled gaze.

  "I don't think I'll be able to stop when once I start." He needed her to understand that fact.

  "I don't want you to."

  He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, held it and released the breath slowly. If only she knew what he meant. Opening his eyes he looked at that tight, virgin pussy and it was impossible for him to restrain himself.

  Spreading her soft folds, he ran his tongue along the length and the circled her swollen clit. He'd never tasted anything so amazing in his life. So good. So addicting.

  "Please." Adrianna cried out her pleasure and her hands grasped the edge of the table, further fuelling his raging desire for her.

  Spreading her pussy lips wide, his tongue circled her quivering opening. She wiggled and squirmed under him, her hips bucking against his mouth, urging him to give her the release she so desperately needed. While rolling her clit between his thumb and index finger, he thrust his tongue into her tight virgin pussy.

  Adrianna had no idea how good it would feel or how arousing it would be to see his head buried between her legs. "Oh God yes!" She couldn't believe she'd waited so long to find out how incredible it felt to have a man's tongue and fingers enticing her most private of places.

  He half-groaned and half-growled his tongue jack-hammering into her needy pussy. Wave upon wave of pleasure washed over her and she found it increasingly hard to focus on anything other that the feelings he was provoking within her.

  "My God, so good Adrianna," he murmured, the sound of his voice muffled.

  "Oh Ian yes! So close." She began bucking wildly against his mouth, getting closer and closer to the brink by the second. It was good. So good. A million times better than her hand or a vibrator between her legs.

  "Come for me baby."

  The thought of him lapping up her juices, as she came over his mouth and tongue, was the image that sent her toppling over the edge. She cried out a final time, her body tensed and then she was overtaken by a final wave so intense that it brought tears to her eyes. A rush of her juices greeted Ian's awaiting tongue. She felt light-headed as relief washed over her and she collapsed flat onto the table, eyes closed, trying to rein in the slew of sensations and emotions rushing through her.

  Opening her eyes, she watched as Ian slowly stood, her juices glistening on his chin. Her eyes worked their way up to meet his. The need in his eyes was so intense that it took her breath away and jump started her desire once more. But there was also something else present in those ice blue eyes. There was a struggle going on within him.

  "Ian?" she struggled to prop herself on her elbows to get a better look at him.

  "I have to go Adrianna." He closed his eyes and when he opened them back up the fire within them had dimmed, but only slightly.

  Go? She frowned. "But... Ian... Why?" Her frown deepened. She sat all the way up and slid from the table, uncomfortable over the fact that she was naked from the waist down. She bent and grabbed her panties and jeans, pulling them on as quickly as possible.

  He shook his head. "I can't say. I'm sorry." He backed away from her as if he'd be burned if there was contact. "I'm sorry."

  Before Adrianna was able to say another word, Ian fled the house, jumped into his Jeep and sped away.

  Ian was only able to make it a few miles from her house before the need to shift became too great to fight. Turning off of the highway and down a dirt road, just out of sight of the main road, he parked the Jeep and without even bothering to remove the keys he partly jumped, and partly fell from the vehicle. Ian frantically clawed at his clothing as the shifting process commenced.

  Being around Adrianna and not telling her about him and the pack was dangerous, especially when he did foolhardy things like what had just transpired. But dammit, she was so sexy. And he was able to sense the need from her. Oh, what he wouldn't have given to slam his cock into that tight virgin pussy of hers. It was so damned frustrating. She was his for God's sake. He'd waited a decade to have her, and now it was time. He hated he still needed to hold himself back.

  Now, completely transformed to wolf form, Ian made his way deeper into the forest running at full speed, hoping to exhaust himself so he no longer felt the ball in the pit of his stomach and the ache of his cock.

  There was so much that he needed to tell Adrianna. After what happened at her house, he no longer had a choice. Unless he decided to stay away and give her up, but there was no way in hell he was going to do that. But how?

  By the time Ian approached the cabin that his pack spent the majority of their time his emotions had simmered enough that he was able to make the transformation back to human form. As he walked through the front door his brother Garrett tossed a pair of jeans and t-shirt at him. He caught them effortlessly and began to tug them on.

  "You went to see her, didn't you?" Garratt asked with a smirk.

  "Yeah." Making his way across the tiny kitchen Ian plunked himself into the chair opposite Garratt.

  "Did you tell her?"

  Ian shook his head. "I still have no idea how to do it." He sighed. "Hey, Adrianna, by the way I'm a wolf shifter and I had to leave because I was so horny from tasting you that I was afraid was I going to "wolf out" and scare you shitless."

  Garratt laughed, loud and hard, and was rewarded by a dirty glare from Ian.

  Ian continued his tirade. "Oh Adrianna, but there's more. If I can't control my transformation when I'm fucking you, you might end up dead."

  Garratt turned serious. "You don't know that. She grew up without a father in her life and her mother refused to talk about him. You were able to imprint on her. She's nineteen and still a virgin. She's hasn't even had an interest in human males. She's drawn to your human form. It all makes sense."

  "Yeah, but what if it's all a coincidence?"

  "Then you'll have to learn to control the wolf within you brother, if you want to be with her."

  "Dammit." Getting back up he walked over to the mini fridge and grabbed a beer from it.

  Twisting off the cap, he gave it a toss and it landed in the garbage. With a big huff, he flopped back down in the kitchen chair and took a long swig from the bottle.

  "If, she is who we believe she is then she has a right to know."

  "Yeah, I know." Ian took another long swig from the beer bottle. But how in the hell would he tell her?

  "You know if you had learned to control your wolf half like the rest of us you wouldn't be in this predicament."

  A low growl erupted from Ian as he glared over at his brother. "Yeah. I know." He hated it when his older brother was right.

  "I don't get it... Why would he run off like that?" Adrianna swiped at the tears that were forming in her eyes. "I felt so stupid and lonely after he left."

  The wolf whimpered and set its head on her lap.

  "It made no sense. I was offering myself to him and he just took off." Grabbing a tissue from her jean pocket she blew her nose. "Is there something wrong with me?"

  The wolf raised his eyes to meet hers and held her gaze.

  "But the attraction
is so strong. It's like I can't even control myself when I'm around him."

  She frowned and let her head fall back against the tree truck and closed her eyes. "It just... It just feels like I'm supposed to be with him. But I don't even know him."

  She growled her frustration and began stroking his soft fur. The simple act of stroking his thick coat helped to reduce the stress she'd been enduring since the previous night.

  She was hurt and confused. She'd hoped that he'd come back and explain himself, but to her dismay, he hadn't.

  "Do you think he was just trying to see how far he could get? Could it have been just some cruel game?"

  The wolf whimpered and gave its head a shake.

  A smile touched her lips for the first time that day. "You know, there's times when I really think you can understand me." She rolled her eyes. "Boy, would that have ever been embarrassing if you could. My God, the stuff I've told you over the years..." She cringed, but was also amused at such an absurd thought.

  "Maybe he'll come by tonight. Right?" She looked down at the wolf, but he offered her no assurance either way, not that she expected him to anyhow. With a sigh, she rose to her feet. "Well, time to head back home. Tomorrow same time, same place."

  The wolf barked its affirmation as it rose to its feet.

  Laughing Adrianna gave him a final pat on the head. "Sometimes I really think you understand everything."

  The wolf remained silent and watched as she disappeared into the woods.

  Adrianna had just finished pulling off her sweater and jeans and stepping into a sundress when she heard the doorbell. She pulse quickened. Could that be him? It had been a week after their encounter but a part of her knew it was without even having to look.

  The excitement she felt about seeing him again didn't overrule the fact she was hurt, angry and confused over his leaving without word. He had some explaining to do.

  "Coming," she called out as she rushed down the stairs to the main floor and through the living room to the front door.