Howling Passion (Paranormal Alpha Werewolf Shifter Romance)

by Wilson, Joanna

  Connor recoiled. I could feel that I had wounded him, and the realization immediately filled me with regret. He didn’t lash out at me, instead he just stood there, lowering his hackles. He was frozen. I couldn’t sense any thoughts from him, only a stunned numbness.

  I let go of my aggression and paced forward a step to touch my snout to his. I hated that I had hurt him. He was right, of course. I hadn’t taken the initiative by the stream, as he had. I wondered if I had the strength needed to become the Alpha.

  My nurturing instinct took over, and I nuzzled him, caressing the top of his snout with my chin. Connor let me dominate him with my nudging. He sniffed at me again, and I realized that he was distracted by my scent. Males, I smiled to myself. He was in a contest for the leadership of the Pack, but regardless, he was more concerned with a female in heat.

  I loved that I softened his spirit. The kindness that was in his heart couldn’t help but seep out in my presence. My influence over him, such a powerful werewolf, filled me with warmth. I felt myself becoming aroused, and my scent soon thickened in the cool air.

  Connor couldn’t help but sniff at me. I sensed his arousal grow. He wanted me. I knew it. And oh my God, I wanted him. He was so unbelievably sexy, no matter what form he took.

  What troubled me however, was that a true Alpha wouldn’t let themselves be taken by another. I knew from my mother that the White Queen had never taken a mate during her reign as the Alpha. Only when Alpha Michael had brought down the White Stag himself and taken control of the Pack, had she allowed him to claim her. If I let Connor take me…

  But he was so incredibly gorgeous. And I was so fucking horny.

  I battled my instincts as we nuzzled each other in the snow beneath the full moon. My desire for Connor was aflame, fuelled by my own fertility. Betrayed by it. I could have him, I knew. I could fulfill every fantasy I had harbored for him for nearly a decade. But my responsibility to the Pack clawed at me, choking me. It was an ache that formed a lump in my throat, bleeding down through my core.

  Connor kept his mind clear, denying me the chance to share his thoughts. What he wanted was obvious though. He was allowing himself to be driven by his instincts. As a male, he had that luxury. If it wasn’t given to him, he would take it. One way or another, he would get what he wanted.

  It would either be me, or the Pack. Oh God, I feared, it could be both.

  My loyalty to the Alpha won out. I would do whatever it took to ensure the Pack was in safe hands. I would have to give myself to Connor. There was no other way. Fighting him for it would cost us both too dearly.

  I don’t have to let him mount me, I justified to myself, already giddy with the prospect of satiating my burning lust.

  I reared up on my hind legs and transformed into my human form. The cold immediately chilled my skin, and my nipples hardened. The slippery wetness between my legs slicked between my thighs. My heart was pounding, and clouds of breath misted in front of my face. The anticipation was overwhelming. I actually began to shudder.

  Connor sniffed at my pussy, inching closer. The anticipation was unbearable. I wanted him to close that tiny distance more than anything. I craved it. He touched his cold, wet nose to my soft mound, sending a hot pulse of electricity charging through my body. I could sense his elation. He couldn’t get enough of my musk. He sniffed again, burying his snout between my legs. I grabbed his big, velvet ears and squeezed them, wringing them in my hands.

  I melted as Connor transformed, suddenly gripping thick locks of his blond hair between my fingers. He looked up at me with those bright blue eyes, giving me a look I had never seen before. He was in awe, radiating with unbridled desire. Turning his attention back to my sex, he caressed the front of my thighs gently with his palms, His thumbs swinging inward, pulling at my pliable flesh and exposing my pussy. The sensation of his rough palms on my skin thrilled me. But more so, I gasped when the chilled air came in contact with my glistening slit. The tingling sensation was excruciating.

  I willed him to keep going. I begged him. I yearned to feel his touch against my most precious place, but he was delighting in teasing me. And quite frankly, so was I.

  He planted tender little kisses against the dark curls at the apex of my thighs, his nose brushing against the softness of my tummy. I looked down at him between my breasts, cupping the swollen globes and lightly pinching my nipples. Connor smiled up at me as he kissed my mound, reassuring me of my beauty. It wasn’t just animal lust that was driving him, I realized. He really wanted me.

  I couldn’t wait any longer, the fire burning too hot inside me. Roughly grabbing his head, I guided him between my legs. His hands held my thighs, leaving soft depressions in my skin and allowing his tongue to probe at my plump slit. He lapped at my pussy, using the flat of his tongue to massage every engorged cell. The pressure against my clit had me in raptures, and quickly approaching my release. I moaned, throwing my head back, feverishly clutching at his skull.

  Spurred on, Connor nuzzled my labia apart and shoved his tongue up into my aching hole. It was everything I had always wanted. I could sense him getting carried away as he ate me, and I was losing myself in the pleasurable ache of his probing tongue. He knew exactly how I longed to be filled. He knew everything, every dirty little secret I kept. I loved being so open to him.

  Move up, I willed him, directing him to my raging clit. Oh yeah, that’s it.

  He licked hard at my button, driving me wild with every flick. Grabbing his head, I bucked my hips into him and fucked his face like a woman possessed. It was so empowering. I loved the feeling of control it brought me. I grunted with ecstasy, riding his face to a blissful, explosive orgasm. It rushed through me, flooding my whole body with immense, tingling warmth.

  Connor licked at my folds, shoving his tongue deep into me as my climax subsided. I was literally weak at the knees. He was so proud of himself that he had gotten me off. I couldn’t help but giggle, acknowledging his achievement. I stroked his hair and looked down into his eyes. He wanted more, and so did I.

  My head was still spinning from my orgasm, but in the haze, I reasoned that I could still do this. I could still have Connor without surrendering myself to him.

  I pushed Connor down onto his back in the snow and straddled him. Grinding my pussy down onto his thick shaft, I felt a wave of pride wash over me. I was in charge. I began sliding my slick lips up and down his length, enjoying every tiny texture from his balls to his bulbous head. Leaning on his chest, I dug into his gorgeous pecs with my nails, leaving angry, red marks in their wake.

  Staring into his pale blue eyes, I suddenly felt self-conscious. His hands were gripping my wide hips, guiding me up and down his shaft. I hated him touching me there on my least favorite area. Connor smiled sweetly, and lifted his hands to my dangling breasts. It was a relief. The feeling of his strong palms cupping my tits, circling my nipples with his thumbs, was so amazing. I loved how he knew just what to do. Just how to touch me.

  “You know?” I breathed. “If we do this, it’s forever. If we mate, we mate for life.”

  His eyes twinkled. Then, with a mischievous grin, he pinched my painfully erect nipples. He knew. It was exactly what he wanted.

  I flushed with warmth. The thought of Connor and I mating was overwhelming. This wasn’t just sex. We were about to forge a lifelong bond. We would forever belong to each other. And he wanted it just as much as me. He was just so perfect.

  I leaned down and kissed him, my breasts flattening against his chest. His mouth was so wonderfully warm. The way his lips softened against mine, and the feeling of our tongues swirling around each other completely took my breath away. I pulled back slightly and opened my eyes to him, brushing my dark curls away from my face. It made such sense for us to be together.

  We had a bond like no other. I could sense him from miles away. We didn’t need to be in direct contact with each other to communicate. We could get inside each other’s heads. The feeling was of such completeness. Every instinct
I had drove me on toward this outcome. It was fate. It had to be.

  “I love you, Lupe,” he smiled. His eyes were so sincere. There wasn’t the slightest hint of bravado or arrogance.

  Connor wanted me. He wanted to mate with me. He wanted to raise a family with me.

  I wanted all that too. My eyes welled, and I silently shared my feelings with him. This was going to happen. I was in love with him.

  I lifted myself up, taking the pressure off his shaft, and guided his gorgeous, bulbous head through my dripping folds to my opening. I could barely get my hand around his width. Still, I rocked my hips back and forth on his tip, teasing him, and myself. We shared a knowing giggle. We were so in tune.

  Then I sank slowly down onto him. His enormous cock filled me so perfectly, so completely. It was a fullness I had never known before, but somehow always knew. I sat with it a moment, fully impaled, the tip of Connor’s cock pressing almost uncomfortably into my cervix.

  This was really happening.

  Connor and I stared into each other’s eyes as we made love. I rotated my hips, reveling in the warmth of his cock, which contrasted so brilliantly with the stinging cold of the snow against my shins. Steadying myself on his granite chest, I slid up and down his length, bouncing on top of him. The swollen knob of his cock rippled against the walls of my soaking pussy. He bucked up to meet each slapping landing of my ass against his hips. I was lost in the feeling of him so deep inside me.

  I felt Connor’s energy change. He wasn’t in the moment, instead his thoughts were running away with him. His eyes glazed over and he tried to mask his feelings from me. Worse still, I felt him begin to soften in my pussy as I rode him. He fought against it, but he was caught in a tailspin.

  Trying as best I could to ward off the reality of the situation, I desperately wanted to convince myself that the cold of the snow against his skin was distracting him. But I knew better than that. Pangs of insecurity immediately struck me. I feared that he wasn’t attracted to me, that I was too big for him. I was overcome with fear. My blood chilled at the thought, and the humiliation swirled inside me.

  But touching my palm to his heart, I felt it, his true energy. Connor was too powerful a spirit to be sexually dominated. He wasn’t meant to be submissive. Connor’s nature was to be in control. If I was to be with him, I knew in that moment, I had to let him take me. I had to let him claim me. I was his, not the other way around.

  My eyes welled with tears, not at the realization that I could not take leadership of the Pack, but at Connor trying to give me what he could not. It was heartbreaking. He was such an imposing creature, so strong and powerful. But he was so deeply in love with me.

  Realizing that it was my destiny to influence my mate, not lead him, I slipped myself off him. The stinging emptiness I felt would soon be refilled, I knew as I kissed Connor gently. I touched his face and smiled at him, letting him know that I belonged to him. His eyes twinkled as they brimmed with gratitude. It wasn’t the arrogance of victory that I might have expected earlier. I had opened his heart. I had softened him.

  I kissed my way down his perfect torso, nibbling at his nipples and licking at his rock hard abs. His arousal grew as I went, until finally, I wrapped my hands around his semi-erect member. Without hesitating, I eagerly took him into my mouth and sucked his cock back to full strength. The taste of my pussy mixed with his pre-cum was intoxicating. And the way his manhood responded to my tongue flicking the seam at the base of his glands thrilled me to my very core.

  This felt right: me pleasing him. I took Connor’s cock as far into my mouth as I could, pumping the base of his shaft with my hand. His mushroom head felt so good in the back of my mouth as I cradled the underside with my tongue. And the downright nastiness I felt when I swallowed him down into my throat almost made me come.

  Brushing my hair out of my eyes, I looked up at him. He was appraising me intently, and his blue eyes said everything. I let his cock pop out of my mouth and I squeezed it between my breasts, letting him tit fuck me. I felt my sexiest at that moment, sliding his engorged cock between my impressive globes. Connor responded as I had hoped, his lust swelling to the brink, so much so that he feared he would come. I pinched the base of his shaft to hold him back, and we shared another breathy laugh.

  “Not yet, Cowboy,” I giggled. “You’ve got a lot more work to do.” I spun around on all fours, presenting myself to him. Watching over my shoulder, I saw him sit up behind me. He braced himself with his warm hands on my hips, then making the effort to nurture my self-esteem, he slid his hands up around my waist. I appreciated the gesture and stuck my ass out even more.

  Connor guided his cock to my horny opening, rubbing his spongy head through my wet folds. I held his gaze as I pushed myself back onto him. He pulled back with every attempt I made, teasing me. Controlling me. Not until I had learned my lesson and stilled, did he thrust forcefully into me, filling my wanton cunt in a spectacular instant.

  I cried out as Connor pounded my pussy from behind. His heavy cock sloshed and slurped in my sodden hole, his hips slapping frantically against my ass. He was unhinged, grunting like a wild beast as he pumped into me. I could barely keep my balance against his onslaught, my fingers digging into the cold earth beneath the snow.

  I was his. And I loved it.

  I groaned in ecstasy, bucking back to meet every delicious thrust. I was overcome with the need to take as much of Connor as I could deep inside me. I was on fire. The thick aroma of my musk filled the air. I sensed it having an effect on Connor. He knew I was in season, and he desperately wanted to fill me with his seed.

  Oh yes! I screamed in my mind as I grunted incoherently. Fill me, Connor! Oh my God! We’re going to make a baby.

  I felt Connor’s energy. His thoughts filled my mind. Mating with me was everything he wanted. The warmth of his love joined with mine and washed over us both. It was too much for Connor, and he gripped my hips painfully tight as he came with an ear-splitting howl. I felt his warmth splash inside me in hot spurt after spurt. The sensation of my womb being bathed in his seed pushed me over the edge, and I erupted in a massive orgasm of my own, spasming uncontrollably on his twitching cock.

  Connor kept fucking me in short, grunting thrusts, unable to stop. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, and fell down on the side of my face in the freezing snow, while he held my ass up by my hips. Eventually he stilled. Then he slipped from my cum-filled snatch. The cool sting of his sudden absence actually pained me.

  I collapsed onto my side, curling up in the fetal position. I wept softly, overwhelmed by the torrent of emotion I felt. Connor spooned up behind me, holding me close. The heat of his body, and even more so, the warmth of his love for me soothed my wild spirit. In one incredible moment, he and I were permanently mated. I was his, forever.

  The contentment I felt extended much further than simply our bonding. The sticky scent of our sex hung heavy in the air. What was remarkable about it, apart from the smell of his cum mixed with mine, was the absence of the aroma that had plagued me all day. The scent of my fertility was no longer there. I wasn’t in season anymore.

  I glowed with happiness.

  I lay in Connor’s strong arms, gently brushing the hair on his forearms with my fingertips. His entire body was pressed against mine, his knees tucked in against the back of my thighs. He held my soft tummy in his enormous hand, and I felt him flush with a warm, protective energy. He knew we had conceived, and his paternal instincts had already been triggered.

  “You need to take its head back to the Caldron,” I murmured after some time. The sky was already beginning to lighten toward the east.

  Connor kissed my shoulder and got up. I turned over to see him in his wolf form biting into the neck of the White Stag’s lifeless body. The sound of tearing flesh and crunching bone broke the eerie silence of the night. Before long, he had the head separated from the body, and was holding it in his jaws by the antlers.

  Are you coming? His voice asked telepa
thically.

  “You go ahead,” I replied drowsily. “I’ll catch up.”

  He was too proud and excited to think anything of it, and began trotting off back toward the Caldron. I watched him disappear back into the Wendego Pass, smiling at the spring in his step. When he was gone a few minutes, I looked back at the White Stag’s carcass, it’s pooling blood contrasting heavily against its fur and the snow upon which it laid.

  The White Queen’s words echoed in my head, Take its heart.

  I transformed back into a wolf, comforted by the warmth of my black fur. I sniffed at the massive, lifeless body lying in the snow. There really was something unworldly about it. I bit into the flesh between its front legs, ripping away the meat over its ribcage. Then biting down hard on two of its ribs, I heaved back on them, breaking them away from the others. I repeated the process, snapping and crunching through the protective bone until the enormous heart of the beast sat exposed.

  When the heart pounded a single beat, I reared back in shock. It was still pumping. Albeit extremely slowly, but the heart was still alive. My own heart thundered at the prospect. But I trusted the White Queen. Her wisdom was absolute.