The Alpha's Mate (8 Sexy, Powerful Shifters and Their Fated Mates)

by Lynn Red

  “Breathe,” he said again, smiling and starting to rotate his fingers in opposite directions. “In... and out.”

  He sank deeper, both fingers almost all the way in, and I felt his cock heat the skin on the insides of my thighs. “So big,” I whispered. “So big and hard and...”

  “Hold me, baby girl,” he said. “You’re going to ease me in. If you squeeze, I’ll stop. Okay?”

  “Just... just give me what I want... I won’t want you to stop, I promise.”

  I grabbed him, hot little hand around his huge tip. I chewed my lip as his fingers pulled away. The ache they left was worse than anything I’d ever felt, but it wasn’t pain, it was... a lack of pain. I wanted to feel him move inside me, wanted to feel as close to him as I possibly could.

  The instant his tip pressed against my ring, and he slid inside, I took a sharp breath.

  “Oh... oh my God it’s so...”

  “Breathe,” he said again. “Don’t hold your breath. In and out. It’ll help you relax and... Unnn... oh you’re so tight, Izzy, so good, just... slow, go slow,” he said.

  I didn’t want any part of slow.

  I’d gone slow my whole life. Slow to love, slow to trust. I was done with slow.

  I urged him in a little deeper. Then a little more and more and more until the tension inside me was so great I felt like I’d burst.

  “Watch my face,” Erik said, moaning softly when he went quiet. “Open those eyes. I’m not going to miss seeing the look on your face.”

  Deeper, deeper, deeper he went, every inch another revelation. Watching his chest rise and fall, I let the pleasure course through me and forced myself to breathe slow, deep and hard, just like the motions he made inside me.

  Back and forth.

  In... out.

  He squeezed my hands tight, pressed them into the mattress.

  My eyes were open, but my lids were heavy as he grinded deeper, as our bodies slowly became one. With each breath he went deeper and deeper until finally, after what seemed like an eternity of sweet aching, I felt the heat between his legs lay heavy on my thighs.

  Erik grabbed my hips and pulled me up, not moving at all inside me. He groaned, and I ran a hand down his chest, scratching the hard hairs that started to appear on his muscled shoulders and arms.

  “That’s it,” I urged him. “Come out for me, come out, my wolf. Don’t be shy.”

  Erik’s eyes shot wide open. Obviously he was straining to keep himself from going as hard as he wanted but as I looked in his face, I realized he meant what he said. There was no reason for me to worry. We belonged together, then and forever.

  “Give me all you have,” I said. “I don’t want anything in the world more than I want you to make me yours. It’s... it’s everything.”

  He sucked a ragged breath and threw his head back, trembling as his muscled swelled, his face elongated, and that hard, wiry hair pushed out of every pore. He pulled his cock back, slowly, until he almost left me, and then drove forward again, just as carefully.

  “Is that... too... much?” he asked, his voice ragged through his sharp, clenched teeth.

  “No,” I said, quaking. “You could never be too much.”

  With his head facing the ceiling, Erik roared so loudly that it shook me, shook the walls, and rattled the headboard of the bed.

  One after the other, he drove his fists into the mattress on either side of my head, driving his cock inside me with each fist he slammed. One after another, over and over, he had me lulled into such a state of relaxed security that the only thing I felt was him, the only thing I smelled was his sweat, his masculine scent, and our sex in the air between us.

  “I’m... I’m close,” he groaned. “When it happens, I’ll,” he gulped and tossed his head from side to side, slamming into me harder, making me squeal in delight. “I’ll mark you, I’ll swell, I’ll...”

  “I’ve waited for this for my whole life, Erik,” I said as he drove deep and my whole body started to quiver and tighten. “I’ve never felt anything like this, like you, like...”

  He pierced me with those warm, yellow eyes, and the rhythmic melting of pain into pleasure turned me to pudding underneath him. I tiled my hips into as deep an angle as I could, and wrapped my knees around his trim, muscled waist, locking my ankles and urging him harder, deeper, faster.

  “This,” he grunted. “I’m close, I’m so close... I can feel you around me, getting tighter... squeezing.”

  I ran a hand down his beautiful lycan face. He closed his eyes halfway as pleasure coursed through him, but I kept staring at him, fascinated by the ecstasy on his wonderful face.

  “Do... do you feel that?” Erik was gasping, but through it, he grabbed my hips and squeezed, pumping against me harder and harder.

  My crescendo was getting close to peaking, but still, I loved the way he looked. I loved that I was making him as happy as he was making me.

  He started involuntarily clenching and relaxing his jaws and it wasn’t long before I realized he was doing it in time with the squeezes between my own legs as my ring massaged him up and down, all the way in and out.

  “I can’t... I can’t hold on anymore,” he whispered.

  “Let go,” I whispered. “I can’t wait. I can’t wait for us to be joined, for us...”

  He threw back his head one last time, drove himself as deep as he could possibly go, and exploded.

  The same instant he did, Erik gripped my hips and the pressure of his hands, and of him swelling, sent me over the edge.

  My heart pounding in my chest, my body convulsing around Erik, I finally closed my eyes and lost myself in a wave of wet heat that carried me past anywhere I’d ever been, further than anything I’d ever even known could possibly happen.

  The knot inside him swelled up, growing by the second, as my trust, my love did for Erik. When finally he stopped shuddering and opened his eyes again, we were locked together, forced to stay in each other’s arms. Any slight movement sent a shiver through me.

  Every breath I took sent a wave of emotion and intense energy through me. Finally, Erik swallowed, and then smiled.

  “It’s... it’s done,” he said softly.

  “No it isn’t,” I said, laughing a little, and kissing his nose. “Unless I’m hallucinating, it is very clearly not done. It’s incredible, it’s... more than I ever imagined.”

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, a look of concern crossing his face. “I didn’t hurt you?”

  “No more than I wanted you to,” I said.

  “When did that happen?” I said, looking out the window at the full moon just beginning to poke up from the horizon. “How long have we been doing this?”

  Erik just grinned, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tight. “I never want this to change,” he said. “Come to think of it, I never want to get out of bed again. Do you think that’s okay? Can we just stay here and tell the rest of the world to go to hell?”

  Our bond shrunk just a little. I could have moved if I wanted.

  If I wanted.

  Instead, I just pushed up on my elbows and swirled my fingertip through the wiry fur on his chest as it shrank back into his skin. Before I knew it, lycan Erik was normal Erik again. Normal for Erik, anyway.

  “I think maybe you still have to show up every now and then. After all, who else will make lewd comments while people are trying to have their court cases heard?”

  He chuckled softly and kissed me, sucking my lip as he finished. I stretched, letting out a little squeak when my shoulder popped.

  “I never thought of that,” he said. “I’d hate to deprive Jamesburg of the best jokes they’ve ever heard.”

  “Yeah, okay,” I laughed. “On second thought, maybe we should just stay here forever. I’m sure Duggan would make a good mayor.”

  As the moon rose, accompanied by the nightly choir of werewolf howls that greeted the big, pale disc, I took a deep breath.

  “This is real, right? This life is mine for
ever?” I asked, rolling my head back and feeling Erik shift inside me just a bit. “We never have to give it up?”

  “Give it up?” he asked. “Not in a million years. It’s you and me babe, you and me and the moon and the stars. And Jamesburg, I guess. There’s always Jamesburg.”

  “I love that,” I said, closing my eyes. “You and me and the moon and the stars – just so long as you and me always comes first.”

  Erik rolled off, letting out a gentle sigh as he did. I curled into a ball, my head resting on the crook of his huge arm.

  “Always,” he said, kissing me gently as I closed my eyes. “You got it.”

  The End

  About the Author: Lynn Red

  Lynn doesn't love anything more than being wrapped up in a hammock with her corgi on her stomach and a pile of her favorite books to read. And by "pile of books" she means "a kindle."

  She loves all sorts of romance, but especially ones that feature big, strong alphas who will stop at nothing to prove themselves to the women who melt their hearts.

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  He is everything she ever wanted. A self-assured, massively powerful alpha with a waist just perfect for wrapping her legs around? Uh, yes please! But little does Violet know that in the split second Crag spied her in the audience, she stole his heart. The bad boy fighter decided then and there to do whatever it takes to claim her... forever.

  Blind Wolf by Aubrey Rose

  CHAPTER ONE

  Julia

  It was just a normal day at work until he arrived.

  Julia piled the stack of books on top of the rolling shelf. Her back ached—the college library had gotten in a shipment of new books. Thirty-four boxes of them, in fact. Julia knew it was thirty-four boxes because her boss had made her carry every single one of them into the back storage room, and then unload every single one of them onto the shelving racks.

  "Hurry up," Helen said, craning her neck out of her office and adjusting the glasses on her wrinkled, hooked nose. "We're closing soon."

  "I know," Julia said, rolling her eyes so that her boss couldn't see. "I'm almost done."

  "Really? Those books need to be shelved tonight."

  "What?" Julia straightened up and then bent over again, her back twinging with pain.

  "You heard me." Helen said.

  "I can do them tomorrow," Julia said. She gritted her teeth and tried to keep her tone civil. "I'll come in early—"

  "They have to be shelved day-of-shipment," Helen said. "Not my rule. It's the college's rule. Do it tonight." Her head disappeared back into her office before Julia could speak another word of protest.

  "This is crazy," Julia muttered, piling an armful of new books onto the top of the shelf.

  "Excuse me? Did you say something?"

  "Nothing!" Julia pushed the rolling rack away from Helen's office and heading around the corner to the book stacks. If she was going to get this done by midnight, she would have to get started. Thirty-four boxes of books to shelve—

  "Hey, watch out!" The cart jerked to a stop, spilling books on the floor. One of the college students she'd run into dropped his notebook, and paper spilled everywhere. His friend laughed meanly.

  "I'm sorry," she said automatically, bending down to clean up the mess. The college student yanked his papers out of her hand, not even meeting her eyes.

  "Clumsy," he said, scoffing as he walked away.

  "Weight equals momentum," his friend said as they turned away. "You didn't stand a chance against her!" Their laughter echoed in the hallway as they walked out of the library entrance. Julia bent down and shoved the books back onto the rolling rack roughly.

  "Stupid boys," she said. "Don't know anything. They're mean anyway." She blinked fiercely to stop the tears that had pressed up against the backs of her eyes. She wished with all of her heart that she could be a college student like them, spending the day at class and studying in the library. All of the students that went to the college seemed to be young and beautiful, with bright futures ahead of them.

  But no, not her. She didn't deserve it. The tears that had burned her eyes now spilled over her cheeks.

  "Stop feeling sorry for yourself," Julia whispered. "Dumbass jerks. Stupid frat boys." She knelt down to grab the last book off of the floor and a man's voice behind her startled her. The book tumbled from her fingers.

  "Excuse me, can you show me where the audiobooks are?"

  "We're closing," Julia snapped, wiping the tears from her eyes as she stood up. "I need to—"

  She gasped as she looked up at the man in front of her. He was unlike any college student she'd ever seen, but he didn't look old enough to be a professor. She'd never seen him before. He was tall, with a shock of dark brown hair that tumbled over the dark glasses which concealed his eyes. His jawline was strong, his arms muscled, but his clean, crisp manner made it unlikely that he was one of the college jocks. In his hand was a polished wood cane with a red and white tip.

  Julia felt a shock run through her body, a jolt of familiarity—from where?— accompanied by an intense desire that arced through her nerves at record speed. It startled her—the blind man standing in front of her was attractive, sure, but she had never fallen headlong for any boy just because of his handsomeness. This man, though, took her breath away as he stood in front of her, his expression polite and dignified, his features dark and masculine. The air between them crackled with electrical energy.

  When Julia had been a little girl, her mother read her fairy tales. There were knights and wolves, and of course princesses. Princesses who fell asleep for ages or were poisoned to death, and woke up with a kiss once their Prince Charming had arrived. She had always imagined her very own Prince Charming. He would be tall, dark, and handsome, of course—all princes were—but he would also be smart. Daring. Intelligent. Ambitious. And kind. For years Julia had dreamed about her prince, but the time she had spent warding off advances from drunk college boys or too-old creepy professors had convinced her that such a man would never exist. Or if he did exist, she would never get to meet him. But at that moment when she looked up and saw the man's face, there was only one thought that ran through her mind.

  That's him.

  For one split second, she swore he had felt the same shock. His hands clenched at the top of his cane, and he raised both eyebrows in a look of surprise. But then he relaxed into a neutral expression, and she shook the thought of some kind of connection between them out of her head. There was no way.

  "I'm so sorry to bother you," he said. The soft curve of his smile apologized a second time.

  "I wouldn't ask if it weren't very important."

  "Sure," she said. "I—I'm sorry for being so rude. I'll show them to you." She was glad that he couldn't see her face flushing. Her mom's Irish background had left her with auburn hair, emerald green eyes, and fair skin that b
lotched red if you so much as looked at it the wrong way in the mirror.

  "Thank you," the blind man said. She led him to the stairs, then stopped at the bottom.

  "Oh! I'm sorry," she said. "Do you want to take the elevator?"

  "The stairs will be fine. I'm blind, not crippled," the man said, a half-smile dimpling his cheek. He had not shaved in a few days, it looked like, and the dimple was dark with stubble. Julia swallowed.

  "Sure, of course. I'm sorry," she said, cursing herself in her head. First she had snapped angrily at a handicapped man. Then she'd insulted him.

  "Hey." His fingers touched her elbow, and she turned back in surprise, a streak of heat unconsciously racing from her arm down to her groin. Of course he would touch her—that was the main sense he had to navigate with. He wasn't touching her for that reason, certainly not!

  "Yes?" she asked.

  "Don't stress over it," he said. "No big deal. Thank you for helping me even though it's late."

  Julia gulped and nodded, then felt stupid for nodding.

  "This way," she said, in a voice that she pretended was more professional than shaky. It had been way too long of a day, She led him up the stairs and to the audiobook section.

  "Do you have a particular book you're looking for?" she asked.

  "Well, it would be helpful to not have to go through all of these in Braille," the man said. "I'm looking for the local wildlife guide and one other book." He held a paper out in front of him, and she took it.

  "The head librarian wrote the authors' names down for me," the man said, grinning. "I don't think she realized I couldn't read it."

  "That would be my boss," Julia sighed. "She's...she's the kind of person who yells at deaf people."

  "I'm glad I found you," the man said, smiling broadly in a way that made Julia think he might be flirting. His dark hair fell over his glasses and Julia wanted to push the strands of hair back behind his ears, even though she knew it didn't matter to him. What was hair in your eyes when you're blind? He wasn't flirting with her, though; he couldn't be. He had just met her. He was just being friendly.