by T. S. Ryder
I get on my toes to reach his lips, my arms around his neck. He kisses me softly, then pushes my head down to his manhood.
“Suck it. Take it in,” he commands in an animal voice.
I oblige, but it doesn’t go in any farther than it did last time. I look up into his glowing red eyes, and I see the desire that is burning inside him. He pushes back his hips, holding my head, and then jerks forward, pushing all the way into my throat. My nose is in his pubes and I can smell his cologne again, mixed with the sweaty muscular scent. I cup his heavy balls in my hands as he bangs my mouth. When he pulls out, I can see the glowing, silvery pre-cum oozing out of his glans.
I know what he wants and I’m ready to give it to him. I get back up on the boulder and lie down. He pulls me by the legs and brings my crotch close to his raging hard-on. I raise my legs and rest them on his shoulders, as he slides inside me with one strong thrust. No lubrication, this time. My juices are already flowing for him. He pulls out all the way and forces it back inside. His length fills me. He grabs my boobs tightly with the hands of an Alpha, letting me know that I am his property now, part of his pack, and starts — there’s no other way to put it — fucking me hard with my legs in the air. My moans are in sync with his grunts, his pubes scratching my shaved pussy each time he buries himself inside me. His grip on me tightens and I am pinned on the fur coats as he comes close to release. I can’t even move, but I raise my head to see his face. He’s almost drooling, his desires flowing down in tiny drops as he drills me like a machine.
His grunts turn into moans of pleasure as he shoots his load inside me. I can feel his hot honey filling me up slowly, shooting not one, not two, not three or four, but five huge loads inside me. He doesn’t stop even after he comes. He’s panting, but still shagging me, slower now. He collapses on top of me without pulling out.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, I can’t stop myself.” I know I’ll never tire of hearing this from him.
“Then don’t stop,” I whisper back.
“I don’t plan to,” he says.
The heat from the activity has taken away the chill. I am lying naked in the snow, pressed under his hot body, and I don’t need anything else to keep me warm.
He wraps his arms around me again, his cock still inside me, and jumps off the boulder. When he pulls out, his glowing, silvery, supernatural cum spills out of my almost-gaping pussy.
“It’s glowing,” I say.
“It’s normal. It becomes stronger after we shift,” he says. When I look back at him, I see that he has returned to his normal self. His eyes are a brighter shade of blue now. The only sign of his animal self is his hard cock. I know what he wants now and I am ready to give it to him. I want to feel him in every cavity in my body. I want what he wants. I want him to get used to me, to want me even more, to settle for nothing else.
I smile at him seductively and turn around as he grins. He comes at me from behind and grabs my hands, guiding them back to the boulder. I hold on to it for support as he pushes his thigh between my legs, rubbing his cock against the only virgin hole I have left.
He grabs my left leg and pulls it up, pushing his thigh under it. His cock is wet from his own cum. He parts the soft, huge cheeks of my ass and taps his cock at my opening, preparing it, pushing in ever so slowly. I am so lost in the sultry things he is whispering in my ear, and the feeling of his breath on my back, that I am completely numb. He’s halfway inside me now, still going slowly, but I know how he likes it, how he wants it. I take a long breath and push my hips back until I feel his stomach against my back.
“God, that was amazing!” He moans. “Your ass is so fucking tight, tighter than your pussy.”
He pulls back slowly, and before he can pull out completely, I thrust back again, eliciting another glorious moan of pleasure from him.
“Do that again,” he says. But he can’t control himself anymore. With one hand on my thigh and his other arm wrapped around me, he has me fixed in place, leaning against him. He starts thrusting again, faster and faster, faster and faster, pushing in and out with such speed that I can’t keep up. He pushes four fingers inside my pussy and curves them slightly, hitting my G-spot.
“Come with me, babe,” he says between heavy pants. “Fuck, I’m coming,” he adds, without missing a beat. His balls slap underneath me with each thrust, his fingers on my spot, and I tremble as I climax at the same time as I feel him have an orgasm. He shoots just as much of his silver honey inside me as he did only moments ago, and I understand why his ball sack was so heavy.
When he pulls out, I almost fall but he catches me. I am so depleted that I don’t have the strength to stand. I want to sleep right here on the fur coats on the boulder.
I close my eyes.
Chapter Fourteen - The True Alpha
Harrod
It’s my last night here. The sky is clear, the full moon shining brightly. But on the ground the visibility is low, with thick clouds of fog spread here and there. I am standing on the edge of the pit, waiting for the fight. Harrison is on the opposite side of the pit. My dad and Grandpa are watching from a projecting cliff about two stories high. We are surrounded by wolves on all sides, all in their natural form. The pups are here, too; the entire den is. There are yowls and howls in the air. The only human presence is that of Siobhan. I told her that she didn't have to watch, but she insisted on coming.
Then my Grandpa steps forward onto the cliff, to the very edge. I can barely make out his shape, as he is silhouetted against the bright moonlight. As he moves to the edge, silence spreads as every pair of glowing yellow eyes fixes on the cliff.
He looks to the moon and howls, a deep, guttural howl that reverberates throughout the forest, its echoes resounding in the distance. It’s showtime!
Harrison gets in first on all fours, and then I get in. The pit is a large circle filled with sand. My eyes are fixed on Harrison, his eyes on me. We circle around the pit slowly, without taking our eyes off each other. I know Harrison wants me to win, but he won’t lose deliberately. He’ll do his best to defeat me. The thought of losing, of getting my ass handed to me, is unsettling. The large, gray wolf standing opposite me is terrifying.
A thick, foggy cloud makes its way to the pit, standing between us. I stop, but continue looking in my brother’s direction, as the yellow of his eyes disappears behind the cloud. I am waiting for the cloud to pass when a shadow suddenly appears in the cloud, tearing it apart, growing, and then Harrison jumps out and lands a blow on my muzzle, catching me off guard, throwing me off balance. I get back up on my feet again and launch myself head first into him. I hit him in the abdomen, but he quickly turns around and pounces, kicking my paws.
I get up again, grunting. I search the crowd for a sign of Siobhan. As my eyes meet hers, a sharp pain shoots through my neck as Harrison’s fangs dig into my soft fur.
“No,” Siobhan screams, and starts toward the pit. Mishayev jumps out of the crowd, shifting back into human form, and grabs hold of her before she can enter the pit. As another cloud finds its way in, I move to the side and close my eyes, sniffing for Harrison’s scent. He jumps through the cloud of fog like before, except I am not there. I launch into him with full force, hitting him so hard that he flies out of the pit. He gets back to his feet and immediately shuffles back in. He launches into an attack that I dodge.
Siobhan is sobbing, shouting, pleading, “You have to win! You can do it! A win for me, please!”
He attacks me from the side and gets on top of me, his paws landing blows repeatedly on my face, disabling me. I have a good shot from here, I can take him down easily, but I can’t bring myself to hit my own brother. I’d rather lose. He slashes my skin and I feel warm blood ooze out and stick to my mane.
Siobhan’s sobs drown everything. Then she says something and I know there’s no stopping.
“You can do this, Harrod,” she shouts, struggling in Mishayev’s tight grip. “For heaven�
��s sake, you have to win. Win for me, win for the child that’s inside me.”
I strike hard under my brother’s abdomen and he yelps with pain, falling to the side, kicking up a cloud of sand. I get back up and howl, and shift again. This shift is unknown to me. No other wolf that I have seen here can shift like this. My bones crack and strain in my body as I shift into a hybrid form, a cross between man and wolf. There is a collective yelp from the crowd gathered, whether in shock or awe I can’t tell. My dad moves forward and stands beside my Grandpa on the cliff, spectating closely now. I can see them better somehow, more clearly.
Harrison is looking at Siobhan, taking in what she said. I howl at the top of my lungs and land a fierce blow to my brother. It knocks him out as he skids onto the sand in another cloud. A minute passes but he doesn’t get up. He whimpers in pain.
From atop the cliff, my Grandpa looks toward the moon and howls. My dad joins him when he howls for the second time. Mishayev lets go of Siobhan.
The entire wolf pack howls together with my dad and grandfather as they howl for the third time. The howls are eerie and echo through the trees.
“We have a winner,” my Grandpa says proudly. “We have a new Alpha!”
The wolves howl again, cheering for me. I rush to Harrison’s side as he shifts back into human form. “I’m fine,” he says. “Well played. I trained you well.”
Four werewolves from the infirmary come and take him away on a gurney, disappearing into the woods. Siobhan runs into the pit and wraps her arms around me. Everybody is standing still in their place.
“Members of the pack,” Grandpa continues. “I am proud to announce that we have a True Alpha this time. It is a rare happening, but it has happened. We have among us one that has blood moons for eyes and the impeccable control that allows him to maintain a form that is between animal and man. Precious,” he says cockily. “Simply precious.”
“Good tidings, I told you,” Mishayev shouts to Siobhan.
I remember what Siobhan shouted at me.
“You’re pregnant,” I say, holding her firmly.
“Yes,” she says. “If you’re not happy, we can—”
“I couldn’t be happier,” I say, and kiss her before she can speak of the unthinkable.
Then my dad speaks from atop the cliff. “I have more good news for you,” he says to the pairs of yellow eyes. “We have a new union among us, for the new Alpha no less. And our pack is to grow, with a new pup on the way.”
The howls that ensue are elated and transform into claps as the pack shifts into human form to congratulate us.
“Union,” I say, looking at Siobhan.
“I told your father before I came here,” she says. “That’s why he sent me here.”
“You have known all along and you didn’t tell me? Who else knew?”
“I couldn’t wait to tell you, but I wanted to do it after the fight. I only told your father, but I think Misha knew too.”
“And the union?”
“Your father asked me if I wanted it, and I said yes. He said he’ll take care of the rest. I can say I changed my mind if you don’t want it.”
“Fuck, no,” I say, sweeping her off her feet and kissing her again. I get on my knees and plant a kiss on her belly. “This one’s for my pup.”
The crowd reaches us, surrounds us and lifts us up. Pats on the back, handshakes and blessings are showered on us.
Mishayev comes and snatches Siobhan from me. “Now she must see our doctor,” she says protectively. “You should go see one too.”
“I’ll come with you,” I say.
“You can’t be with Siobhan until the ceremony. You have already imprinted on her, but you have to do it properly. Once you form the bond, you’ll be considered married according to our customs. Until then, you can only meet her under my supervision.”
“I don’t mind,” Siobhan says. “He can see me whenever he wants.”
“I have already disregarded too many rules by sending you here, young lady,” says my dad’s raucous voice from behind. “I can’t break any more rules. We will hold the ceremony tomorrow and you will join in union. Until then, you must wait.”
“Lay down the Mountain Ash,” Grandfather chimes in.
“What’s that?” Siobhan and I ask simultaneously.
“It is something that is very toxic to werewolves,” Mishayev explains. “But humans help us with it when we need.”
“What for?” Siobhan asks.
“It forms a protective boundary when laid down in a perfect circle. No wolf can cross it. It is customary for us to lay it around during periods of mourning or celebration, so we are not attacked by rivals when we least expect it.”
Mishayev takes Siobhan and heads to the infirmary, but not before I steal her for a fiery make-out session. I can see in her eyes how much she hates being separated from me, and if the tent in my pants is any indication, I won’t be having an easy night either. In just a week, I have grown too used to her presence to spend a night without her. But the new sun is filled with glad tidings, and I can’t wait!
*****
THE END
Paranormal Shifter Romance: The Werewolf Boss's Baby
Description
A curvy gal climbing the corporate ladder PLUS her disturbingly sexy shifting boss PLUS an enemy lurking in the shadows…
Clara Maddison has fought her way towards the top of the corporate ladder every day since she was hired to work for Snyder Inc. She has no desire to let anything get in the way of her path. She is strong, independent and determined to one day become the CEO of the company.
That is, of course, until she meets Mr. Snyder himself...
Nathaniel (Nate) Snyder is everything that Clara has ever pictured her dream man to be. Dominant, witty and mysterious, there is something about Nate that drives her wild...
But she finds out that there’s more to Nate than meets the eye after accepting an invitation to join him for drinks after work. Clara is thrown into a world of shapeshifters and power struggles even more intense than those in the corporate world.
On top of it all, Clara can’t shake the feeling that someone or something is following her, watching her from the shadows and waiting to strike...
Will Clara be able to accept what Nate really is? Can she shake off her stalker? Will Nate protect her? Find out now in this steamy billionaire romance...
Chapter One
This job was going to be the death of her.
Clara Maddison’s cerulean eyes narrowed in on the stack of papers on her desk that seemed to be growing instead of shrinking as the day went on. All she was supposed to do was go over the accounts from the past quarter and put them into the system, and yet, as the day wore on, her coworkers continued to show up with files they had found buried in their desk.
It looked like it was going to be another late night for her.
Clara had been working for Snyder Inc. for over two years as a project manager. Her job was to develop and manage the construction of new restaurants, clubhouses and stores under Snyder’s growing veil of influence. It was not to work on files that should have been processed the previous quarter.
Unfortunately for her, the woman who was supposed to have done the work she was completing now had been fired two weeks before, and she was left cleaning up the mess that was left behind. Her direct supervisor had insisted that it be her that completed the project because she was the most likely to get it right.
She should be flattered, she told herself, but she wasn’t. She was just irritated that her plans for the night had to be canceled so that she could work well into the night.
Groaning softly as she sat back in her chair, Clara reached back and pulled her shoulder-length, chestnut brown hair free from the tail it had been constructed in since earlier that morning. She was a powerful woman in the company, working her way up the ladder quickly, and soon she was hoping she could work her way onto the board of directors. She always believed that her strong, curvy body look
ed better in pantsuits than it did in street clothes, and if she had her way she would be running the corporation before she turned twenty-eight at the end of the year.
That did, unfortunately, mean she had to do a lot of extra work around the company.
The last of her fellow employees had left over an hour ago, the groups chattering about their after-work plans. She had been invited to join several of them, but of course, she needed to stay behind and finish her project or risk the wrath of her supervisor, Mr. Snyder’s personal assistant Jeremy.
She wasn’t sure why, but she was pretty sure that Jeremy hated her. The man seemed to make it his personal goal to keep her at work late or ruin her weekend plans. On top of it, she had caught him staring at her out of the corner of her eye on multiple occasions. It was never in a friendly or even flirtatious way, either. It always seemed to be threatening and angry.
It took all she had to convince herself that she was just crazy.
Jeremy was the least of her worries at that point. If she wanted to get out of work before midnight she had quite a bit to get done. Her plan was just to keep working until the files were all digitalized, but unfortunately, she hadn’t eaten all day and her stomach was starting to sound like a war zone.
Grimacing as her stomach rumbled, Clara let out a grumble and pushed back her chair. She could at least go around the corner and find herself something to eat. Snagging her purse where it was hidden away under her desk, she quickly exited the workspace and headed for the elevator.
It was getting dark by the time that she exited the building, the sun dropping down behind the buildings. Waving at the security guard and explaining that she would be right back, she rushed to the nearest fast food restaurant she could find before making her way back.
