The Stories We Whisper at Night

by Sky Corgan

  Once the drama was over, life had immediately returned to normal. The men had spirited Carter away to go hunting, while the women had taken Karen out to the fields. This was definitely not the American way. Didn't they know that she needed a break, needed to calm herself? There was always work to be done here though, and it didn't stop just because you almost got murdered.

  Karen hadn't seen Carter since the confrontation, and that kept her nerves on edge. Being without him made her feel vulnerable, even though she knew she had the protection of the tribe. She spent the day gazing out in the distance, hoping for his early return. It was wishful thinking though.

  Now that the day's work was done, she felt like she was waiting for him with bated breath. Waiting for her gallant husband. When he finally walked through the door, it was like she was looking at him for the first time. Something was different. Something had changed in them both.

  She stood and rushed into his arms, and he crushed her against his chest. Nothing had ever felt better than being in his arms just like this.

  He leaned back, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face as he looked her over. “Are you alright?”

  “Mhm.” She nodded, smiling weakly.

  For a moment, they just stood there together. Carter's eyes raked softly over Karen's features, seeming to soak her in. A deep need rolled through her, something primal and yearning and beyond anything she'd ever experienced before. It was strange to think that just this morning, everything could have been over for them. Knowing that, Karen didn't want to take another moment for granted—wanted to show Carter how much he deserved her love.

  His lips touched hers in a whisper, his grip tightening around her. There was desperation in his kiss, but it wasn't rushed. Slow and methodical and savoring, his mouth explored hers as if it was their very last kiss.

  Karen closed her eyes, feeling the heat from Carter's breath. She inhaled his wolfish scent, thinking about how safe she felt in his strong arms. There was no question in her mind that he would have died for her today. He was the ultimate Alpha, as far as she was concerned, the man above all men. Kind, and passionate, and oh so sexy. And hers.

  His hands slid up the back of her shirt, forcing the garment up with them, and she lifted her arms over her head, so he could take it off. He bit his bottom lip for a second, drawing Karen's attention to it as his expression grew dark, and he looked appreciatively on her exposed flesh.

  There was no shirt to take off of Carter, but Karen didn't mind. A tiny smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she threw her hands around his shoulders to kiss his collarbone.

  “You are so incredibly beautiful.” Carter rocked Karen gently in his arms.

  “I'm so incredibly lucky that I have you.” She pulled away from him gently, taking his face in her hands to engage him in another kiss.

  Their lips moved in sync, touching and tasting and caressing. Karen slid her hands up Carter's stomach and chest, feeling the rippling muscle. Her fingertips played over his nipples before she found his shoulders and pulled him deeper into the kiss.

  A soft laugh rumbled up Carter's throat as their lips broke apart, and Karen tilted back to see him grinning at her. “Someone's awfully frisky.”

  “Well, almost dying will do that to a person. Now, come here.” She grabbed at his belt buckle, pulling him further into the room to begin unfastening it.

  It felt like a contest to see who could undress who the fastest. All bets were off as gentility went to the wayside, and sheer need took over. Within seconds, their garments were tossed into a pile on the floor, and they followed.

  Carter laid Karen back and crawled between her legs, and her pulse raced with anticipation. Even though she had been with him dozens of times before, tonight felt different. They were closer somehow, more connected, and that made her heart soar with a new sense of awareness. Just gazing up at him hovering over her caused a fluttering in her chest and an aching between her legs. Good God was he sexy, his dark hair falling in front of his face, concealing darker eyes with lusty intent. There was no wolf showing through right now, but Karen could still feel it. She could almost hear her own wolf inwardly responding to him, wanting to be closer to its mate.

  He wrapped a hand around her thigh and hiked it up over his hip. Karen gasped as she felt the helmet of his cock pressing between her lips. He was so ready for her, and she was more than ready for him—could hardly wait to be connected as one, in both soul and body.

  “You're already wet.” He slid a hand between her legs and teased a rough fingertip around her cleft, making Karen gasp.

  “More please,” she groaned shamelessly.

  “More of this?” He applied pressure, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves back and forth and causing pleasure to shoot all the way down to Karen's toes. “Or more of my cock?”

  “Both.” Her words sounded uncharacteristically greedy, but in that moment, she wanted all of him. Every part.

  “I think I can handle that.” Carter's wolf showed through as he whispered a warm breath against Karen's neck before following it up with his lips.

  She felt his body tense for a fraction of a second, barely long enough to prepare herself. The world stopped turning as he thrust inside of her with one quick motion, spreading her to the point that all she could feel was their joined bodies—him inside of her claiming and consuming. A torrent of soft whimpers fell from Karen's lips as she adjusted, her body wrapping around him like a glove. Sharp teeth pierced her neck, stealing her breath as pleasure-pain race through her.

  “Carter,” his name was stifled on her lips as he softened the bite and dragged his teeth down her neck before releasing her to swirl his tongue in the dip of her throat.

  Her hands wrapped around him, her nails digging into his back as he began thrusting up into her. The small bite of pain seemed to spur him on more. Carter moved on top of her like a man deprived—their bodies grinding together as he took all the pleasure he sought. Karen felt like she was being ravaged by an animal, and she absolutely loved it—loved the roughness at which he rammed into her, the thick smell of wolf in the air, and the intensity in his eyes.

  His fingers sought out her core, rubbing the already throbbing center there. Karen felt a tremble roll through her thighs as he deftly massaged her to the point of no return. “Carter, I can't.”

  “Then don't.” His lips covered hers, cutting off any response as she gasped into orgasm, waves of euphoric bliss running over her body and causing her pussy to squeeze around him. He took her bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a gentle tug as her back arched off of the floor, and she struggled for breath. He didn't stop kissing her, pressing his finger hard against her clit and rubbing slowly to milk every contraction out of her, making sure that her body was completely shattered.

  “You're so good at that.” Karen blushed, resting her head to the side for a moment. It felt like she had just finished running a marathon, and it wasn't even over yet.

  Carter gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before caging her in his arms and picking up the pace. He moved on top of her with purpose, his cock invading her again and again, making her feel full and stretched and completely fulfilled. She hooked her legs around his hips, squeezing him inside of her. The wolf was starting to come out. Karen could see it in the hint of amber tinting his dark eyes. Her own wolf reacted, and she wrapped her hands around his ass to pull him deeply into her.

  “Holy shit, you're hot,” Carter practically cursed as his body finally broke. Balls deep, he released a thick stream into her, his hips moving ever so slightly as if to paint every inch of her insides.

  Karen purred contently, licking her lips before reaching up to kiss him. She liked it when he came inside of her. She always had. Not that it had any significant meaning now, since they were husband and wife. Besides, she was already pregnant.

  A smile curled her lips as Carter rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms, though she did her best to make sure he didn't see it. The thought that
she was carrying his pup now filled her with more joy than she ever thought it could, even if the timing wasn't the best.

  “You're smiling.” He kissed her shoulder, pulling her closer against him with her back touching his chest.

  “How do you know?” She cast a glance over her shoulder.

  His fingers entwined with hers and splayed across her stomach. “Because I know you.”

  “You do, apparently.” Her eyes widened slightly in amusement. With as in sync as the two of them were, you'd think they'd been married for years instead of weeks. It was just more proof to Karen that they belonged together.

  “I bet I know why you're smiling.”

  “Because I'm here with you and I'm happy.” She rolled around to face him.

  “Because of this.” His eyes fell to her stomach, and he gently unclasped hands with her to caress it.

  “Because of...” It took her a second to realize what he was talking about, but when she did, she gasped. “How did you know?”

  “I could smell the baby when I shifted to protect you. I could smell that there was more than one.” His expression was soft with affection—and love.

  “Do you really think it's okay?” She cradled her stomach protectively.

  “It's better than okay. It's perfect.”

  It was perfect. Everything was perfect. Despite all odds, Karen had achieved what she never thought she could. Meeting an amazing Alpha to be her husband, finding a place where she belonged, starting a family, and living happily ever after.

  THE END.

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  Bonus Excerpt from The Billionaires Club Duet

  Never before has my pulse raced so much just from being looked at. My first impulse is to avert my eyes. Is this how I'm supposed to act? Is this how the other girls before me acted?

  His eyes are that of a predator, dark and smoldering in the dim light of the club. They're fixed on me as he takes confident strides across the room. I am his prey.

  Every warning light programmed into my subconscious mind goes off, the ones that protect you from making mistakes. Fight or flight response kicks in, and it takes everything in me to keep my black heels planted on the floor, to not turn around and pretend I don't see him.

  “Hello, gorgeous,” he says as he reaches me, his hand moving forward to wrap around my waist. It's like he's known me for years. But he hasn't known me for years. This is the first time we've met.

  “Hi,” I manage to stutter out, knowing that my cheeks are redder than roses. Thankfully, he can't see it in the dim light. Would he care if he could? Guys like him are probably used to having girls blushing at them.

  “Shall we go upstairs?” His fingers delicately trace my side, sending a strange electricity straight to my nether region. I want him. There's no question about it. But I'm also scared. What have I gotten myself into?

  “Do you come here a lot?” I ask stupidly, stalling.

  His face pulls into the most intoxicating smile I've ever seen, and he laughs. Good God does he have a sexy laugh. “I came here tonight for you. Just you. Let's go.”

  He takes my hand and leads me to the door of the club. With each step, my heart thumps harder in my chest. This is what I want, right? This is what I came here for. To spend one night with a man whom I'd never have a chance with in a million years in real life. To feel what it's like to be touched by someone with experience. A man, not a boy. Yes, this is what I'm here for, but if that's the case, then why am I so afraid to give in to desire.

  He places his hand on the small of my back as we wait for the elevator, leaning into me. I'm too nervous to look at him, but I can smell him, the scent of expensive cologne and everything that makes him worthy of being part of The Billionaires Club.

  “I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before,” he whispers into my ear. “And you're going to love every minute of it.”

  I don't doubt his words. How can I? My body is wanton for him, so desperately wanton.

  In the elevator, he can't keep his hands off of me. He corners me, bearing into me with his intense gaze. In the club, his eyes looked dark, but now I can see that they're a pale shade of blue. Could he have gotten anymore handsome.

  I bite my lip, looking up at him nervously. His lips move to meet mine, and the kiss is teasing at best. He brushes his thumb affectionately across my cheek, sending feelings of lust racing through me. His touch is magic, and I can only imagine what the rest of him will feel like.

  When the elevator door opens, he leads me out into the hall and pulls a key card from his pocket. This entire floor is his suite. It's almost staggering to think it. Of course, this is a rented room. He doesn't actually live here. It might not even belong exclusively to him. It's just a stage to set a scene, the place that he takes all of his girls. But I don't want to think about that. Tonight, it's all about me.

  I stare at the back of his suit as he opens the door for me. Once I step inside that room, there's no going back. Is this really the right thing to do? I've wanted something like this since the first time I picked up a romance novel, but actually experiencing it is completely different. Besides, this isn't really anything like the novels. This is something else. But it's as close to the novels as I'll ever get, so I should take it.

  “My name is Anders,” he offers to me once he opens the door. “That's what you'll be screaming later.”

  “Is that your first name or your last name?” I ask, peering into the room like a timid animal fearing a trap. This is not like the novels at all. The heroine never acts this stupid.

  “It's my first name.”

  “Mine is Tessa.” I take a deep breath and step forward, crossing the threshold into his expansive suite and a night of sex that I'll likely never forget.

  Almost the instant both of my feet land inside the door, he's on me, overpowering me, dominating me. “Tessa.” My name sounds so sweet on his lips. “Tonight you are all mine. Tonight you will think of me and only me. I'm going to make you come again and again, and tomorrow you'll likely not be able to walk straight. I hope you don't have any plans.”

  He devours any response I might make with his lips, pushing them hungrily on top of mine as he presses me against the entryway. No response is needed. He knows what I'm here for, that this is the pinnacle of my stay at The Billionaires Club. Everything else is just icing on the cake. If I'm laid up in my room tomorrow, it means he did his job right.

  I can feel his arousal beneath his slacks, and though my hands want to go for his cock, I wrap them around his broad muscular shoulders instead. He's every bit as solid as I imagined he'd be. Of course, he is. You don't get to be a host at The Billionaires Club unless your body is custom designed for women. He's almost unrealistically perfect. His face, his lips, his hands. Everything about him was built for pleasure. My pleasure.

  A soft moan escapes my lips as I give in to fantasy, tilting my head to feel his mouth brushing over my neck. His warm breath on my skin is pleasant. His hands on my thighs feel even better. He's hiking up my skirt, and all I ca
n do is stand there, leaning against the wall, powerless against him. No woman in her right mind would ever resist him. He's too irresistible.

  “Are you thinking about it? Writhing beneath my body. I bet you want it right now, for me to take you right here. I'm going to savor you though. Every kiss. Every touch.” His thumb teases softly between my legs, and I respond by opening them a bit wider, feeling embarrassed by my own need for him. He's not the only one who is going to be savoring every moment. But I think he knows that. That's why he moves oh so slowly.

  His fingers tug my panties aside, and he delicately thumbs across my folds. “You're so wet for me. I'm not even inside you yet, and I can already feel it.”

  He's not lying. I'm practically dripping with want for him. No man has ever made me feel this way this quickly. All I can think about is having him inside of me, of what it will be like to be beneath him.

  When he pushes his fingers between my folds, I buck my hips, yearning to feel him. His touch is gentle and sensual, playing back and forth over my heated swollen clit. I worry I might be so hot that I'll burn him, but he doesn't seem affected by it. If anything, he seems more aroused. The look in his eyes is pure lust. And in that moment, it's all for me.

  I tremble slightly as he skillfully rubs my pleasure button, already feeling my body racing up the hill to climax. I'm a bit surprised at how quickly my orgasm is building. It's never been like this before. Perhaps it's because I'm so attracted to him. I feel almost unworthy of his touch. But it's a stupid silly thought. Anyone with enough money is worthy.

  I can't think about that. Can't think about how this is all just a fantasy made flesh. Can't think about how my best friend spent a portion of her lottery winnings to send me here, to make one of my greatest dreams come true. I'll ruin it by thinking about that stuff. I need to focus. Focus on him.