The Stories We Whisper at Night

by Sky Corgan

  “I'm sorry.” She rocked back and forth on her heels, trying to break the metaphysical chain that kept her from running. “I was just...”

  Carter was on his feet in an instant, and Karen could feel the wolf inside of her cowering down, folding its ears back, and tucking its tail between its legs in submission. The regional Alpha was pissed. And nothing good ever came from pissing off the regional Alpha.

  The attack came on swiftly, taking Karen's breath away and making her drop her empty beer can. Hands clawed into her hair, holding her firmly in place while his mouth descended on hers.

  As Karen's nostrils filled with Carter's lusty scent, her body gave way to the divine. He kissed like a wolf, with all the need and roughness and primal instinct of a creature ready to rip her to shreds. His tongue pressed between her lips, and she allowed him inside to explore the slick cavern of her mouth. She groaned softly into the space between them as she felt her wolf perk up. Carter was in his prime, ready to mate, and she had no choice but to be receptive.

  In the grand scheme of things, she wasn't really sure why she was resisting him at all. He was undeniably handsome; more attractive than any man or lycan she had ever been with before. And he was the regional Alpha. To bear one of his pups would make her the pride of her pack. What was going on between them right now was every female lycan's dream. Yet it didn't feel right.

  It took everything in Karen to break free from the kiss, and even when she did, she felt herself wanting to go back and sample his lips again. He tasted so amazing. So intense.

  “Stop,” she managed to say breathlessly.

  “Stop?” He made the word sound like he had never heard it before.

  “You're just doing this because you feel sorry for me.” Her eyes roved over his expression, searching for sincerity.

  He let out a short huff. “I don't do anything out of pity.” He dared to trace her bottom lip with the thumb she had bit earlier. It was a challenge; she could feel it. He wanted to see if she would defy him again. She didn't. “I'm doing this because I think you're gorgeous, and I want to be with you.”

  Her last shred of resistance fell away with his words, and she pressed her body against his as their lips met in another flurry of heated kisses. What he had said to her wasn't a lie. She could feel his desire, not just from the signals his wolf was sending out. The outline of his erection strained against his jeans, and Karen could hardly believe that it was all for her. He was all for her.

  She relaxed, parting her lips to receive him. Their tongues did a delicate dance, touching and massaging and tasting. He was sensual and rough all at once, kissing her with a fervor she hadn't felt since she was a teenager necking with a boy who was so eager to get into her pants that he could barely contain himself. Carter's sheer want for her was endearing, and although she knew he could be with any lycan he wished, it made her feel special. Like she was the most beautiful, amazing creature in the world.

  Karen slipped her hands beneath his shirt to feel the firm muscles below. It felt bold to touch him like this in front of the other lycans, but he only had himself to blame. The pheromones he was sending out were too strong—so strong that all she could think about was their naked bodies writhing together in forbidden ways. He was the regional Alpha, and she barely had a trickle of wolf blood left in her—only one short step above being a human. His attraction to her couldn't possibly be on the primal level of wolf to wolf. He must really want to be with her.

  “You never asked me my name.” She pressed her forehead against his shoulder, taking her hands out of his shirt to splay her fingers across the broad expanse of his chest. The thought that he had already kissed her but hadn't even asked for her name was a bit off-putting.

  “I already know your name.” He tilted his head and let out a low growl as he inhaled her scent. The sound of it was so animalistic that it made Karen's sex clench. “You're Karen Needham. You're from Lansing, and you're a bit too mischievous for your pack to handle.”

  “Mischievous?” She let out a short laugh.

  “Fornicating with humans. Not shifting with the pack. You're a bit of a rebel, from what I read in your file. I have just the punishment for you.”

  The word punishment should have filled Karen with fear. Carter was known for being ruthless. For some reason though, she wasn't afraid.

  “Punishment,” she hummed the word. “I'm barely even a wolf. My bloodline is so faintly lycan that we'll be completely human within a generation or two. I can't even shift during the full moon most of the time. I hardly think I'm worth you taking the time to punish.”

  He took a step back, holding her at arm's-length while he gazed into her eyes. In that moment, his eyes were more wolf than human, so amber that they almost glowed in the dark. It was then that Karen realized the forest around them was completely silent aside from the crackling of the fire. When the other lycans had left, she couldn't tell, but it was almost unnerving to know that the entire party had disappeared, and she hadn't even noticed until now.

  They were alone in the forest. Karen was alone with the regional Alpha, and he looked as if he might be about to shift. Perhaps she should fear punishment. Maybe he had just been distracting her the entire time, so that the others could leave, and he could carry out her murder in private. Despite that being the most likely scenario, Karen got the feeling that wasn't his intent. There was too much heat in his eyes. Not bloodlust, but something else.

  He leaned forward, and Karen craned her neck in submission. This was the moment. The moment when he would kill her. The moment when she would pay for all of her past transgressions with her life.

  His breath whispered across her skin, causing a shiver to roll down her spine. “You try to deny your nature, yet you submit to me completely. You act like you don't want to be a wolf, but I can see the pain behind your eyes when you talk about your weak bloodline. I can bring your pack back into the fold, but you have to let me in.”

  “Let you in?” Her voice sounded like a hollow echo of her inner thoughts as his scent washed over her again. It felt like every blood vessel in her nether region had expanded with heat the likes of which she worried would sear right through her panties.

  The touch of his fingers as he slid them up her skirt and thumbed the damp fabric covering her folds about made her climax right where she stood. “You have to let me in here.”

  A soft whimper escaped Karen's lips as she felt Carter's teeth descend on her neck. She knew he was somewhere between wolf and man, his canine's marking her, the small bite of pain sending a thrill coursing through her veins. Her body was so alive with sensation that she wasn't sure how to handle it. All she knew was that there was no turning back. No running away.

  “It's warmer by the fire,” he told her before scooping her up into his arms. Karen squealed in a mix of delight and disbelief. Good lord, was he ever strong. Never before had a man been able to lift her so effortlessly.

  Carter walked with her towards the fire as if she weighed nothing at all. And she felt unusually safe in his arms, gazing up at him in admiration all the while. Perhaps she had been wrong about him. Maybe she didn't understand how things worked around here. She was about to find out though.

  In front of the fire, there was a pile of blankets laid out perfectly to soften the hard ground beneath. Carter set Karen on top of them and knelt beside her. Before she even had a chance to sit up, his lips were on her again, kissing a path from the bite mark down to her collarbone. His fingertips deftly unbuttoned the front of her blouse as if he'd done it a million times before. She closed her eyes and laid back, enjoying the tiny bursts of heat his lips trailed across her collarbone. Already, she was lost in the thralls of pleasure, wondering how much more was to come.

  CHAPTER THREE

  It felt surreal to have such a handsome man all over her. Karen's fingers threaded through Carter's hair as he pulled her blouse open, exposing her curvaceous torso. Usually, she'd be self-conscious. Most of the time, she wanted to have sex with
the lights off. There was something about the regional Alpha though. She knew that his wolf was in control. And she knew that the wolf didn't discriminate.

  Every time he kissed her, she could feel his need for her pooling inside of him, forcing the wolf closer to the surface. It was frightening and thrilling at the same time. She'd never been with a lycan this powerful, this carnal. For all that she knew, he could devour her completely.

  And she didn't care. As strange as it now seemed to her, it felt like everything in Karen's life had led up to this moment. This precious moment when her and Carter were together. It was a stupid thing to think though. She would just be another lay to him. That's how this worked. She refused to be so naive as to believe it was anything more. Still, there was something about all of this that was so off-kilter to her, and not in a bad way.

  He grabbed her bra with both hands and forced the cups down, allowing her hefty breasts to pop free of their constraints. His hands needed into her flesh, his fingertips zoning in on her nipples to pinch and roll the already taut peaks. The sensation of having his hands on her sent an aching straight to Karen's pussy. She wanted him inside of her, but she knew she had to wait.

  Carter let out a low growl as he kissed his way back up to her lips. When their mouths met, she matched his aggression, tightening her grip on his hair as his lips moved on top of hers. She gasped into the space between them as he slid his hand into the crotch of her underwear and ripped them apart with one sharp tug.

  Karen closed her eyes and tilted her head back when she felt his fingertip slide across the seam of her sex. Almost instinctively, she parted her thighs, giving him easier access.

  “That's it, love. Just like that. Show me how hot you are for me.” He kissed the corner of her mouth before slipping a finger between her folds and teasing at her core. The flit of his fingertip was ever so light that it made her squirm for more. “Patience, beautiful one.”

  Patience was not something Karen counted among her virtues, but she knew she would have to hold steady if she wanted to please the regional Alpha. His fingers slid further down, swirling into her wetness, and she struggled not to writhe against his hand.

  “You are so incredibly wanton. It's absolutely amazing. I can't wait to feel you come all over my face.”

  The promise in his words made Karen shudder in pleasure. Already, his touch was like no man's she had ever experienced. It was as if his fingers were made for her body. His lips, too. She couldn't even imagine what his cock would feel like.

  He pushed two fingers into her, then slid his thumb up the length of her cleft. Karen bit her bottom lip and tried to concentrate on her breathing as his thumb circled her clit before teasing lightly over it. Enough to make her squirm, but not enough to set her off. All the while, his lips continued a path to her chest, and her back arched off the blankets as he took one of her nipples between his teeth and gave it a gentle bite.

  “Oh God, please,” she cried out, though she wasn't even sure what it meant. Please stop before I go insane? Please fuck me?

  “Please more?” he whispered a hot breath over her now wet nipple.

  “Yes. Please more.” She clawed at his T-shirt, fighting to pull it over his head. He helped her get it off, though he only sat up for a split second to toss the shirt aside before he crawled between her legs and descended to lap at the pleasure that had pooled there.

  Karen mourned the loss of getting to gaze upon his muscular shirtless frame, though the thought was quickly cast aside the moment his warm, wet tongue slicked up and around her cleft.

  “You're so pretty down here. Nice and pink and perfect.” He glanced over her mound for a moment, his fingertip flicking across the tiny bundle of nerves and causing Karen to shiver before he pressed his face between her legs again.

  For as skilled as he had been with his hands, he was even better with his mouth. Carter knew exactly when to lick and suck and probe. The tip of his tongue was magical, circling around her core before flicking across it rapidly. Then his mouth would press to her folds, and he'd suckle her clit so hard that she worried she might come. Just when she thought that she was about to fall overboard, he'd dip down to thrust his tongue inside of her, tasting the wetness he caused to seep from within. The warmth and pressure were heavenly. So much that Karen finally reached a point where nothing he did could stop the impending climax.

  “Carter I,” she gasped before her orgasm overcame her.

  Carter moaned against her clit, relentlessly vibrating his tongue across it as she shattered all over his face. He shoved two fingers into her and thrust them roughly, which only made her feel that much better. Karen panted as contractions rolled through her, her cunt squeezing around the intruding fingers as her body struggled to get a grip on what just happened.

  When the aftershock of Karen's climax subsided, Carter withdrew, sitting up to unbutton and unzip his jeans. Karen was so lust-drunk that she was vaguely aware of what was going on. It wasn't until he was grabbing her thighs and forced them up to her chest that she realized what was about to happen. The look in Carter's eyes was completely wolf. The man had receded in light of his overwhelming need to mate.

  Karen blushed as she felt his heavy manhood slap against her pussy. He was so thick and ready for her that she could feel the blood pumping into his member, making it grow and throb. The smell of pre-cum was heavy on the air, and she knew she was about to be gifted with his seed.

  “After tonight, you'll belong to me,” he told her. Though his eyes were glowing in the moonlight, there was a dark note to them. He meant what he said. This mating would change Karen forever. Despite the fear of the unknown, she wanted it to happen. Needed it.

  “I am yours,” she replied, holding his gaze as he grabbed his cock and angled it towards her opening.

  He drove inside of her so fast and hard that Karen saw stars. It was like the entire universe exploded around her from the bite of pain and pleasure that assaulted her nether region at the same time. He was so incredibly big. Too big. The stretching sensation was almost more than she could bear. Karen held her breath as her body fought to adjust to the feeling of his wolf completely dominating her on a nearly cellular level.

  “It's so much,” she cried out, staring up at the moon in the backdrop. She wasn't just talking about his massive dick. It was everything. Being here. Being with him. Mating. She'd never felt more alive and wolfish in her entire life.

  “It's not enough,” he whispered against her throat before trailing kisses there, his hips slowly moving, pushing even more of him into her.

  Karen let out a soft whimper and wrapped her arms around his naked back. The pain was fading quickly, and something else was taking its place. Her wolf was awake, and it was greedy.

  She pressed her hips up to meet him, feeling her human side completely let go and the wolf come out to rut. This seemed to please Carter, because he rewarded her with a kiss, and she claimed his mouth aggressively, clinging to him as she slid her tongue across his bottom lip before nibbling on it. She controlled things from the bottom, slipping her hands down his body and digging her nails into his ass to force him deeper inside. He let out a warning growl, but she wasn't letting up. In this, they were equals, whether he liked it or not, and she was going to milk every ounce of pleasure she could get from him.

  “You're intense,” he told her, “but I can be more so.”

  Karen never anticipated he'd take her eagerness as a challenge. The thought amused her, and as she relaxed against the blankets and allowed him to take control again, she worried that she might have bitten off more than she could chew.

  Carter straightened himself, placing a hand on the back of each of her thighs and forcing them up even further as he hammered into her. The angle curled her body and made it feel like he was touching every part of her insides. She cried out into the night as he pounded her pussy, the delicious friction of his pubic bone slamming against her clit driving her up the heights of euphoria. It was all so overwhelming, having h
is big dick inside of her, listening to the sounds of their mating, smelling sex in the air, and feeling their bodies coupled so intimately.

  “You're close again, I can tell,” he growled proudly.

  It pissed her off that he was so smug, but he was right. It wouldn't take much more. As if knowing he had her right where he wanted her, he pressed forward, rotating his hips and crushing his pelvis against her clit in a sweeping motion that practically drew the orgasm right out of her. She gasped, his name falling from her lips like a curse, and she knew it was over for her. She knew she belonged to him.

  No mating had ever felt quite like this to Carter. Karen was so resistant. Even her body didn't want to let go. Perhaps that was what fascinated him the most. He knew he had a pull over her. It was obvious. They wouldn't have gotten this far if he didn't. But he couldn't break her. And quite frankly, he was glad.

  It felt incredible to be coupled with her like this. Even if she might not want to admit it, she had wanted this just as much as he had. And she was enjoying it just as much as he was.

  He pumped into her, feeling her muscles contract around him in response to his carnal fucking. That was the best part to him, to see a beautiful creature like Karen shatter all over his dick. This is when he truly felt like the regional Alpha. Not when he was shifting or dealing with lycan politics, but when he was balls deep in an incredible she-wolf. They didn't get much more gorgeous than Karen, and they certainly didn't get any livelier.

  She wasn't like the others, and because of that, he felt something for her. It wasn't supposed to be this way. This was supposed to be all about leading her back into the fold. But Carter found that he wanted more than that from Karen. He wanted her to belong to him. Not for her to leave Sky High Ranch with his seed in her womb and never see her again. Sure, that's what her pack had wanted. That's what the lesser packs always want when they drop off a female lycan at his door. But that's not what he wanted.