Shifter’s Coven Alpha

by Marteeka Karland

  “Gennive, I could never be happy unless you’re in my life. By my side.”

  “And what about your engagement to Vivian?”

  Vivian spoke up. “Well, that was another reason I hexed him, Gennive.” She met Gennive’s eyes for the first time and Gennive saw only sincere regret in them. “I don’t love Wade. Not like that. But I do care for him. I want him to be happy, too. By not consummating our union, Wade is free to take another mate.” She smiled. “I hope you don’t think too badly of me, Gennive. I was weak, but I’m not a horrible person.”

  Gennive smiled. “I was reserving judgment on that one, though I knew you were a pawn in all of this. I’m glad I was right.”

  “Please tell Sasha I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt her. None of this was her fault, yet I treated her horribly.”

  “You can tell her yourself. Someday,” Wade interrupted. “I know you can’t go back home. Your mother would have you killed.” He took a breath. “Elder Grandel, how would you feel about Vivian staying here? That way you could keep an eye on her, and she could set about proving herself to the pack as a whole.”

  “Healer Marla says there are no more blocks on Vivian’s mind, that she managed to dispose of them all. She says she senses only good intent and regret at her actions. If you so order it, Alpha, I would have no objections.”

  “Then, as my last act as pack Alpha, I respectfully request the pack take Vivian in as a contributing member and treat her with respect and kindness unless she proves she isn’t deserving of such.”

  The whole ordeal was very formal. Gennive was concerned about this being his “last act as pack Alpha.”

  “Wade, why are you stepping down? It’s not because of me, is it?”

  “It most certainly is. You and Sasha.” He smiled at her and dipped his head for a kiss to silence her when she would have protested. “My focus is divided. I can’t protect both you and Sasha and still do an effective job protecting and running the pack. An Alpha must have only one main concern, and mine is my family.”

  “Traditionally,” Grandel continued, “when an Alpha steps down, he is banished from the pack, but in this case, we’ve decided to elect Wade to the advisory council. That is, if he’ll serve. The new Alpha will need guidance, and we’ll need help choosing one.”

  Wade looked startled. Clearly, he hadn’t been expecting this. “I’d be honored, Grandel.”

  “Then go to your den. Unite yourself with your woman and be happy.” He grinned and clapped Wade on the shoulder. “Since both Wade and Vivian are in agreement to dissolve their promise to mate with each other, and as there has been no consummation and, therefore, no child conceived of the covenant, I declare their vows no longer binding.” His formal stance relaxed and he grinned at Wade. “I’ll sit with Marla and keep watch over little Sasha.” Gennive didn’t miss the gleam in Grandel’s eye, and she opened her mouth to say something. Wade cut her off by dragging her toward the door.

  “Indeed,” was all he said before they made their exit and hurried back to his den. Gennive couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her. She very much suspected she and Wade wouldn’t be the only ones this night getting a little loving.

  She pushed against her block one more time, just because she really wanted to know what Wade was thinking, and the thing just fell in on itself. She caught a glimpse of Vivian smiling sadly before Wade’s thoughts overtook her. Gennive’s last thought before Wade pulled her impatiently into his den was to send a mental “thank you” to Vivian. Though the act itself would be wonderful, she was sure, being able to experience Wade’s pleasure along with her own would be the stuff romance novels were made of.

  Gennive was definitely looking forward to this.

  Chapter Eight

  Wade barely got the door to his den shut before he yanked Gennive to him and covered her mouth with his. He didn’t wait for her surrender this time, he simply took what he wanted. Plunging his tongue inside her, he backed her up against the wall and lifted her, urging her legs around his waist.

  Mine!

  The past few days had been hell. He’d wanted nothing more than to claim her and bind them together. He wanted her to be his wife. His mate.

  “Tell me you want me, Gennive.” Wade barely recognized his own voice, it was so laced with need and desperation. “Tell me you need me in your life as badly as I need you.”

  Gennive smiled and kissed him again. “I do, Wade. I most definitely do.”

  Wade shifted her position slightly until his hard, pulsing cock met the juncture of her thighs. She squeezed and rocked against him, and Wade knew he was in the right spot. Immediately, he started thrusting against her, bracing her back against the wall. He swallowed her screams greedily. Wade wanted everything from her. All her passion, all her pleasure. All her love.

  Pulsing with a life of its own, Wade’s cock throbbed with the building pleasure. Over and over he thrust and ground himself against her denim-covered pussy. It wasn’t enough. He knew it wouldn’t be enough the moment he started it, but he couldn’t help himself. It pleased her. It gave her pleasure, and he’d make it last as long as he could just to keep on pleasing her.

  Gennive’s breath came in quick little gasps in his ear when she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself as close to him as she could. She rode him, sliding herself up and down his rigid length. The mind link they shared let him know what she needed, and the sensations were more than she’d ever experienced. She wasn’t sure what to do next. Wade had no such problems.

  He shifted his position slightly and brought his cock against her clit at the angle she needed. Immediately, pleasurable spasms began and soon engulfed her. Gennive screamed and clamped her legs tightly around him. She ground her pussy into him to get the friction she needed, and Wade held her tightly while she rode out her orgasm.

  “Enough.” Wade pushed them away from the wall and carried her to his bed in the far corner of his den. With a flick of his hand, he whisked the covers down and laid her on the sheets beneath. “I can’t stand it a moment longer.” His movements were jerky, and he felt like his hands were three sizes too big as he tried to unfasten his jeans. She slid out of her clothing quickly, too, and by the time he was naked so was she. “I need to be inside you, Gennive. I need inside that wet little cunt.” He inhaled deeply, not caring if she thought he was strange or perverted. He needed her scent inside him so he could always find her anywhere.

  “I know. I need you inside me, too. Do it, Wade!” She spread her legs wide and bent them at the knees. She reached down and spread her pussy lips with her fingertips, inviting him in.

  He’d have laughed at her command except he was so desperate it wasn’t funny. Wade started to just plunge home, but the moisture glistening from her pussy caught his eye.

  Without another thought, he lowered his head between her parted legs and inhaled again. This time, he simply growled and dove in headfirst.

  The first taste of her honey on his tongue was ambrosia. The second even better. Before he realized what he was doing, he was growling and slurping like a man possessed. Her pussy was downy soft and wet with her excitement and recent orgasm. Wade loved making her wetter. He sucked the delicate lips one at a time before latching onto her clit and licking delicately, then with more vigor. Finally, he sucked and nibbled.

  All the while, Gennive screamed and writhed beneath him. When he raised his head to watch her expressions, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled him back to her clit and pussy.

  Wade chuckled and kept up the sensual onslaught until her body tensed. When her orgasm started, Wade focused solely on her clit. He flicked and licked as she bucked and thrashed. Her mind was totally submerged in the pleasure she experienced, and Wade couldn’t help but be a little proud. This woman, this beautiful woman, received that much pleasure from him. He did that.

  “Don’t even think that was enough, big guy,” Gennive panted, pulling him up by the hair until he covered her body with his bigger one. “Now fuc
k me.”

  Who was he to disappoint?

  Wade moved slowly at first, then with more vigor as he lost himself in Gennive’s pleasure. It was a heady thing, feeling one’s own pleasure as well as that of one’s partner. Their link was truly special, and Wade treasured it along with the woman on the other end.

  Gennive knew Wade loved the feel of her pussy. She loved the feel of him inside her. She loved the way he looked loving her, and he loved the way she looked, too. It was magical. More than she’d ever thought possible in lovemaking.

  Wade stretched and filled her, yet not so much it hurt. He fit perfectly. They fit perfectly. He knew everything she liked because he was in her mind as she was in his. It was a never-ending circle, and one Gennive knew she’d grow to cherish.

  “I freely give my life to you, Gennive. I promise to always cherish and protect you above anyone else save our children.” Wade didn’t stop his movement but kept thrusting into her grasping pussy over and over again. He hooked one of her legs over his arm and angled himself so he could penetrate her deeper. “Everything I have, I give you freely and ask for nothing in return but your love.”

  Gennive gasped, and an orgasm overtook her once again. Wade rode out each wave with her, holding her close, kissing her. Sweat slickened his skin in his effort to hold himself back for just a while longer. Gennive loved him for it, but she wanted all he had to give. They had their whole lives for prolonged lovemaking. This first time, she wanted all of him. Every emotion he carried, she wanted mingled with hers.

  “I do love you, Wade. This is something I’ve never questioned. Now, please, don’t hold back,” she whispered. “Don’t hold back.”

  Wade flipped them so that she straddled his hips, but he didn’t give her control. Instead, he held her to him, one hand on her back, the other on her ass. Instead of expecting her to do all the work, he thrust up into her. Faster and harder, he plunged, his grunts and growls a testament to his pleasure.

  It wasn’t long before the beginnings of another orgasm tingled in the area where their bodies joined. Wade knew this and reached between them to find her clit and circle it with a finger. Gennive sat up on his cock and ground herself onto him, enjoying the new sensation from the different position.

  “Oh, God, Wade. I’m coming. I’m coming!”

  “Fuck, yeah. Come on my cock, Gennive. Milk me dry, baby.”

  “Oh, yes, oh, yes!” Gennive screamed her completion, and as she came, Wade sat up with her and held her to him as he emptied himself inside her. His sex pulsed and throbbed, and hers contracted, indeed milking him of all he had to give her.

  Wade’s heart pounded, and his lungs heaved for every breath. Gennive clung to him, needing his strong body as an anchor in the sea of incredible pleasure he’d created within her. Within them both.

  “That was amazing, Wade.” Her voice was a breathy whisper. “Simply amazing.”

  “I know,” he chuckled. With one last kiss to her shoulder, Wade laid her back on the bed and covered her. He retrieved a wet washcloth from the bathroom, uncovered her and washed the evidence of their lovemaking from her cunt and thighs, then from himself.

  When he climbed back in the bed, he pulled Gennive into his arms and tugged the covers over both of them, snuggling her into his body as much as he could.

  “You know I bound us together tonight. Between two people who love each other, there need be no witnesses. It is enough that we both say it happened, but I would give you a proper ceremony when you’re ready.”

  Gennive touched his mind tentatively. From his words, she expected to feel uncertainty. Instead, she found only respect for her and the culture he knew she had been raised in. “I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it’s not necessary. I know I don’t belong in that world. I’m not entirely sure where in your world I belong, but as long as I have you and Sasha with me, I’ll make it. Thanks for the offer, Wade, but binding our lives together in the way of your people is plenty good enough for me.” She smiled. “I love you. You love me. That’s all that matters in the end, anyway.”

  Wade smiled. “I suppose it is.” There was a pause before he said anything else, but there was the matter of her extraordinary abilities to discuss. “I’m sure you realize you’re a witch. Right?”

  “Well, yeah. Kinda got that one on my own. If you’re wondering if I know anything about my past, I don’t. My mother did, but her secrets died with her.”

  “Perhaps we can go see the White Witches when you’re ready. They may not have all the answers, but I’m sure they can tell us where to start looking.”

  “Sounds like a plan. At some point. Right now, though --” She kissed his chin and snuggled back into his body. “-- I just want to enjoy being your wife. If Sasha will let me, I’d greatly enjoy being her mother, too.”

  Wade chuckled. “I’m sure that won’t be a problem. She loves you as much as I do.”

  “She’s a special child, Wade. I’m glad you found her. It sounds like her life would have been horrible without you.”

  “I don’t want to think about it.”

  “Then don’t. Tomorrow, we get a fresh start. We both have new roles to settle into as well as a home to build.”

  “Yes. Gods willing, tomorrow will be painfully uneventful.”

  * * *

  Vivian knew she couldn’t stay with the pack. Much as she wanted to, she knew she’d never be accepted. If her mother knew the things that had been happening to her lately, she’d not only not welcome her back into the coven, but she’d likely kill her.

  Even now, her skin itched, and she had to concentrate with all her might to keep her mother out of her mind.

  “You’re a fool if you think you can keep it hidden for long, Vivian.”

  The deep, rich voice was low and right in her ear. She could feel his warm breath against her face and shut her eyes tightly. No. Not him. Not now.

  “Your father knew it would come to this, though your mother stopped his heart with a mere spell for his trouble. Will you do the same to me, I wonder?”

  “You know I could never do that, Julian. You’re the one person in the whole world I could never do that to. Why do you mock me with it?”

  “I don’t mock you, precious. I merely remind you from time to time that your father bound us with the most powerful magic available to him because he knew.” He circled in front of her now, never touching her, yet caressing her mind like a lover might caress her body. “The way I see it, you have three choices. You can go back to your mother, who will likely kill you. You can stay with this pack and hope they don’t decide to do the same. Or you can come with me and possibly face the same fate…” He grinned wickedly at her, letting the last word trail off, “…but have a hell of a lot better time before the end. What do you say, precious?”

  Marteeka Karland

  Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried hard to rid her of.

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