Alpha Ever After

by Casey Morgan

  I ignored the words and slid my dick out of Celeste’s mouth. She looked up at me and smiled, despite the mess her face was now. She licked my seed off her lips like it was delicious ice cream.

  Overcome, I grabbed her, pulling her up and into my arms. Cradling her, I crossed the room and set her on the bed.

  My hands grabbed the buttons of her skirt; I pulled them loose and yanked the skirt off her legs. Her cotton panties were next, but I noticed they were already wet with her desire. I dropped to my knees and set my lips to her pussy, pulling her legs open.

  Celeste moaned as I kissed her folds. I glanced up to catch her squeezing her own breasts and rolling her head back.

  I wanted her to come, and quickly. I sucked her lower lips, ran my tongue between her folds and put a finger on her swollen clit. Her hips moved against my face, sometimes pulling me in and sometimes trying to knock my head away. I fought her and licked harder.

  With her lower lips nice and wet, I brought two fingers to her pussy opening. They slid in easily, penetrating her right down to my knuckles. I pumped her a few times, then curled my fingers slightly so they brushed over the tangle of nerves that formed her g-spot. My tongue flicked her clit roughly.

  That was all it took. Celeste was wound so tight, that just a lick sent her over the edge. Her orgasm caused her to scream and her pussy clamped and pulsed around my fingers. I licked her clit again and again, causing her to come more. She squirmed against me. But I didn’t let her get away.

  She begged me to stop, but I didn’t. I lapped at her and fingerfucked her till she came a second time.

  That orgasm was so strong it pulled her hips and butt off the bed. She twisted and writhed, murmuring incoherent things about how good it felt.

  Using the momentum of her twisting hips, I turned her onto her stomach. Her hip bones pressed into the edge of the bed; her legs and feet hung loosely. I cupped the cheeks of her ample butt and spread them. She was wet from her ass to her mound, glistening and damp. My thick, hard cock slid into her pussy easily. She quivered around me, still alive with aftershocks.

  I took her from behind, pressing my full length inside her until I pushed into and through part of her cervix. Celeste moaned and shook beneath me.

  Her legs were weak, and her toes couldn’t find purchase on the floor. She grabbed the bedsheets like she was falling and pushed her hips up to slide my cock in further. Pushing back into me, her pussy begged to be filled more.

  I filled her with every inch I had and kept myself sheathed inside her. Her pussy twitched and pulled at me. Her hips bucked into me. I moved my shaft from side to side, slamming into her pussy walls, moving inside of her and letting her feel my full length. I brushed against her cervix and it rubbed me hard.

  Reaching forward, I grabbed both her breasts roughly. I pinched her nipples and rubbed them, feeling how every touch there made Celeste’s pussy clamp harder on my cock. Her insides were tight, clenched down and begging for release again.

  Pinching her nipples and grabbing her tits as hard as I could, I pulled my cock back and then slammed it into her. The friction of skin on skin pulled at both of us.

  Celeste came. She screamed her pleasure, her hands clamping down on mine over her breasts. She came, squirting all over the bed and onto my legs. I punished her for it. I thrust in and out of her as hard as I could, slamming her while I held her against me with only her breasts.

  She writhed and squirmed against me. She called on God. She begged me to stop and begged me not to. All the while her pussy clamped down on my steely cock as hard as it could. It begged me for my seed; it milked my cock over and over untilmy balls pulled close and my dick came.

  It was like being hit in the gut. My whole body thrust into Celeste and then I was filled with pleasure so deep I felt like I might pass out. I was lightheaded. All sensation centered on my dick as it erupted and coated her pussy with my cum.

  Tingles ran up my shaft. Electricity ran up my spine.

  I howled as I thrust everything that was in me, into her. And she took it.

  My legs gave out and I collapsed into Celeste. It took both our air and we wiggled until I was next to her on the bed. My cock, happy and spent, slipped out of her.

  My wolf was content and quieted. I was man again. A man wrapped in the arms of a woman I loved but shouldn’t.

  My seed coated her thighs and the bed.

  What have I done?

  I had let the wolf take over.

  I had let my alpha powers show.

  Her wolf was already going wild and I had just pushed her further.

  The shift would come to her soon if I didn’t stop this nonsense.

  Celeste was too strong, too wild.

  I couldn’t control her.

  I should have listened to her father and left her alone. I should have left the small town of Grey’s Acres for good and never looked back.

  I needed to get her to leave and forget all about me before it was too late.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Celeste

  “You have to go,” Mason said

  I couldn’t believe my ears. Hadn’t we just made love? Hadn’t I proved that I was enough for him?

  I turned and looked Mason in the eyes. His dark irises were filled with a hint of amber. They glowed just slightly. I blinked but the odd coloring didn’t go away when I looked again.

  He sat and pulled back from me. The loss of his body heat was hard. It annoyed me to have his touch gone. I wanted him.

  I wanted to fuck again, hard and fast. I reached out to put a hand on his arm, but he pulled further away, out of my reach.

  “No,” I said.

  My voice hard. I kept my eyes locked on his.

  “You promised to be my husband. You said you were going to marry me.”

  His whole body squirmed under my gaze. He reached out to touch me but stopped, inches from contact. The battle raging in Mason’s mind filled his face as his lips twisted and his eyebrows pulled towards each other.

  My annoyance with him was coming to a head. Mason had to tell me why he was behaving so oddly, or I was going to rip him apart.

  I smiled at the thought. The image of my claws tearing into his skin filled my head. I would drink the blood of the man who just took my body.

  What was that?

  I shook my head and got rid of the odd images. Looking down, I noticed that my hands were balled into tight fists, so tight I had drawn blood with my nails. I relaxed my fingers and shook them slightly. My temper was so fast these days.

  “Celeste?” Mason asked.

  He actually looked worried when I turned back to him. I sighed and ran my fingers through my messed-up hair. The knots came apart as I combed. I relaxed my shoulders.

  “Look, Mason,” I said. “I just don’t get what the problem is. I love you. I want you. I get that you have no home and no job, but I don’t care. Once we are married, you can just work at the bakery. With the Southland Gang gone, we should be able to get more customers.”

  “Celeste. I’m a werewolf.”

  I laughed at his oddly timed joke.

  “It’s okay,” I told him. “I have a bit of a temper too. We’ll figure it out. All couples fight. Even my parents.”

  I put my hands in the air, palms up, and shrugged my shoulders.

  “Celeste. I’m a werewolf and you are too. The more time we spend together…well, it’s going to drive you nuts. You’ll get violent and start killing.”

  My eyes found his. Deep brown, the color of chocolate chips, they didn’t look back at me in merriment. Mason wasn’t making a joke. He was serious and he was worried.

  Is he nuts?

  Fear blossomed in my chest. What kind of joke was this? He was saying that I was some sort of monster. I had heard of werewolves before. I had read about them, but I knew they weren’t real.

  Mason stood. His eyes glowed more, becoming bright as street lamps. The air around him shimmered and the lines of his body became hazy.


  And then it happened. His legs compacted, as I jumped off the bed. His nose elongated.

  I backed towards the door. His teeth lengthened, becoming fangs, sharp and vicious. When my back hit the door, there was a large brown-furred wolf standing before me.

  What the fuck!

  I grabbed the handle, turned and ran. I tore through the parking lot, tripping over stones and kicking piles of snow. I ran through the dark woods, hardly caring where I was going.

  That’s not real! I didn’t just see that! Mason’s not a monster and neither am I!

  Tears filled my eyes, making it harder to see. I wiped them away often but still I trampled bushes and ran into trees. A mud puddle caught my shoes.

  With my leg trapped, I went down hard. My stomach and hip bones hit the ground first with a hard slap. Sand scrapped my skin and rocks cut into me. It hurt but my heart hurt worse.

  I froze for a minute and just panted, with my face to the freezing ground. I couldn’t get up.

  All the rage and sorrow I had felt for the last two days was a heavy weight in my chest. Crying wasn’t enough. Running wasn’t enough. These emotions wouldn’t leave me alone and I was drowning in them.

  My fingers dug into the dirt in front of me. Mason was a jerk; every logical thought in my mind confirmed that. But my heart wouldn’t listen, and my body ached for him.

  Every instinct I had told me that he was mine. He was going to be my husband and that was just the way it was. That he suddenly didn’t want to and pushed me away— it made no sense. Confusion was tearing me apart.

  And what had just happened at that motel? He didn’t change into a wolf. That wasn’t real. I was just imagining things. It was a fantasy brought on by too much stress over the last few days.

  Pulling a big clod of soil out of the dirt, I imagined crushing something with my rage. I wanted to punch and kick and fight until life made sense again. So, I did just that.

  I brought my leg up and kicked it into the ground with a yell. Pulling up to my knees, I grabbed and scraped and punched at the ground.

  My pulse sped up and my chest clenched. Everything I was feeling was taking over my body. It ached and burned. My legs twisted and contracted. Even my face hurt. I felt like I had been punched or like my face was being rearranged.

  I screamed again. It came out as a howl, a long low, mournful wail.

  I clawed at the dirt with my hands, which shook and burned. Suddenly, I was digging a hole. The dirt gave way beneath my paws. My claws cut into it easily, making it loose and malleable. I was an animal and the rage was gone.

  What?

  I glanced back at my fur-covered legs and my long graceful tail. I even wagged it just to see if I could. I sure could.

  My body was smaller and covered with silver-gray fur. My nose was keener. I could smell the squirrels sleeping in the nearby trees. A cat had walked this path in the last few days; not a wild cat but someone’s loved pet—I could tell that just by the smell. Everything was new and different and interesting.

  My bliss was short-lived, though. I understood that I was a wolf now, but for how long? How did I change back?

  I didn’t want to be a wolf for the rest of my life. I liked being human.

  Whatever this was, I needed it fixed and fast. I needed help.

  I headed through town to the one person who I knew wouldn’t turn me away.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Celeste

  Mary’s bedroom was on the ground floor. Her reading lamp was still on, so I knew she was up.

  All I had to do was get her attention and somehow let her know that this was me—but in the body of a wolf. I rose up on my hind legs and put my nose to the window.

  “Mary,” I yelled.

  It came out as a low bark. I tried again, and again it was a bark.

  Looks like this will be easier said than done, I thought.

  However, my barks worked because my small friend came to the window and stared down at me with wide blue eyes. I barked again and paced a bit, never leaving the light of her window. She opened the glass.

  “Go on, dog,” she whispered. “You’re going to wake up my parents. Shoo!”

  I sat right below her and whined. I tried to look into her eyes and get her to realize it was me.

  “Go away,” she hissed. “I can’t have a dog. I’ve always wanted one, but my parents say I’m not allowed. I don’t know what you want.”

  I howled.

  She frowned.

  “Fine, I have cookies, but if I give you one, you better go away.”

  She popped out the screen for the window and put it to the side. As soon as the window was bare, I jumped through, pushing her out of the way, and let my paws hit the carpet.

  Mary fell back onto her butt and started shaking. I didn’t want her to scream, so I put my snout to her face and started licking her.

  “Oh! Oh, stop!” she laughed. “You’re a nice dog, aren’t you?”

  Her small hands reached out and rubbed my fur.

  I nosed her and pushed her with my head, until she got to her feet. When she did, I trotted over and put my nose to the picture of me. Mary gave me a wide-eyed look. I gestured a few times, each time pointing to myself with my snout.

  “Celeste?” she whispered.

  I nodded my head as much as I could in wolf form.

  “Celeste? Are you a dog?” she gasped.

  `I jumped up and down and yipped a bit. Mary waved her hands to quiet me down. She sat down hard on her bed and looked me over.

  “You’re not a dog, are you? You’re a wolf.”

  I nodded again.

  “Did Mason make you like this?” she asked.

  I didn’t nod or do anything. I wasn’t sure. He told me that he would cause me to shift, but he didn’t say that he caused me to be a werewolf.

  Mary watched me for a few minutes, but when it became apparent that I wasn’t going to answer, she moved on to her next question.

  “Can you change back?”

  I shook my head and whined.

  “Can Mason change too?”

  Nod.

  “Did you ask him how to change back?”

  I whined and growled a bit, trying to explain that I didn’t want to ask him. I was mad at him. Besides, he said that I would be more dangerous around him. I wasn’t sure what that meant but it didn’t sound good.

  Mary sat forward on the bed.

  “You have to ask him, Celeste. You can’t stay like this forever. And I have no idea how to help you.”

  I shook my head no and turned my back to her. Mary’s little hands wound around my neck and buried into my gray fur. She pulled me back to her and held me in a hug. As a wolf, it wasn’t something I particularly liked, but I allowed it, since it was Mary.

  “Okay, you don’t have to talk to Mason,” she told me. “But you can’t stay here. Any noise and my parents will find you and call the dog catcher. How about we go over to the shed at the high school, the one we used to hide in? That should be warm enough for one night. Then I will head to the library in the morning and see what I can find to help you change back.”

  It was a decent plan. I didn’t love the idea of sleeping in a shed, but it was better than sleeping outside in the bushes. I gave her a lick on the cheek and pulled myself out of her arms. Mary grabbed her coat and we both hopped out the window.

  Her house was just a block from the high school, so it didn’t take us long to walk there. I caught Mary staring at me while we walked; her blue eyes wide, but she didn’t ask me any more questions.

  She really seemed to be taking this whole experience very well. I had no idea how I would act if she turned into an animal.

  The shed on the football field was unlocked, just like it was in the days when we attended the school. It held the various sports balls and gardening equipment for the grounds.

  Most everything was flat or broken, which had to be why none of it had been stolen. There was a low shelf I could burrow under to keep warm. It wa
sn’t the best way to sleep, but it would do.

  I looked up at Mary and wagged my tail gratefully.

  “Good enough?” she asked.

  I barked that it was. I wished I could tell her how much I appreciated her help. Hopefully, my wagging tail would let her know.

  “Okay, get some sleep and I will come check on you in the morning.”

  She gave me a final pet on the head and closed the door behind her. I snuggled down to get some sleep.

  I woke up around midnight because I felt very cold. My fingers stretched and slid over a deflated football that was next to me. I gripped it and pulled it towards me like it was a teddy bear.

  Then I froze in place. It took me a few minutes to figure out what happened. I had changed back. I was human again…and nude.

  I jumped to my feet. I could go home, but first I needed to find something with which to cover myself.

  I looked around the shed. Some wonderful soul had left a windbreaker handing on an old nail. It wasn’t much but at least I could cover part of myself. I grabbed it and pushed my arms through the sleeves.

  It was a men’s extra-large, so the sleeves flopped over my hands, but that was fine because the jacket covered my butt and part of my thighs. I zipped it up and buried my hands in the sleeves. This was going to be a cold walk, but at least I could go home.

  I opened the door to the shed, glad to be on my way. But just then, something crashed into the back of my head and everything went dark.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Mason

  The full moon pulled at me, but I held back the shift. I would not change to wolf form tonight. Wolf form was about instincts, not reason. Once I was on paws, I would just go looking for Celeste.

  That couldn’t happen. I was not good enough for her. The other alpha would help her find herself. He would protect her, and they would start their family together. I would be a lone wolf again.

  Hopefully death would come quickly. I didn’t want to live a life without Celeste in it, now that I had met her and had seen what a great mate she would have made, had I not been defective thanks to the military.