The Billion-were Needs A Mate (The Alpha Billion-weres Book 1)

by Georgette St. Clair

  “I am?” She hid a smile.

  “Judging by my many orgasms, yes. But what I’m going to show you is how we shift. I know you’ve seen it before, but I want you to feel completely comfortable with it. I’m going to do it slowly. Watch me, and imagine yourself doing it with me. Shifting, not screwing!” he added, trying to look stern as she laughed.

  “I’m sorry, when you’re stark naked and rock hard, everything you say sounds like a double entendre. Please. Proceed.” Cliff took a deep breath. He curled his hands into fists, and she saw his biceps flex and swell. He closed his caramel-colored eyes, and a ripple of concentration appeared between his brows. She realized he was focusing hard to draw out his shift so she could see every change – see how he flowed from one state to the other.

  He parted his lips and she saw that his canine teeth had lengthened into fangs. His fingernails narrowed and lengthened into claws and his fingers curved, drawing back. She quickly looked back to his face and saw that his mouth and nose were pushing out into a muzzle, his ears swiveling and drawing into points.

  She imagined her own ears doing the same, and felt the faint twitch of unfamiliar muscles in her scalp. She imagined the almost invisible, silky-fine peach fuzz at her hairline prickling over her face, the feeling staticky and ticklish, as she watched silver-grey fur wash over Cliff’s wolfish features.

  He dropped to all fours and gave a sharp yip, then grinned a doggy grin at her, pink tongue lolling from his mouth as he panted.

  She stepped cautiously towards him, some part of her screaming that she was walking up to a wild animal, even though she knew it was Cliff. She buried her fingers in the heavy, shaggy fur of his mane, enjoying its raw silk texture.

  When she released him, he shook himself like a wet dog. Then, with the same painstaking slowness, he began to change back into human form. His ribcage expanded and his thighbones lengthened, spine uncurling as he stood, flexing his fingers and rolling his shoulders. There was a quiet pop as he cracked his neck to the side, as if working out the stiffness.

  He settled down on the couch, stark naked and dangerously close.

  She forced herself to look him in the eye and ignore his enormous erection.

  “So you can shift any time you want, and control the speed?”

  “I can control the speed. Most people can’t. And we don’t have full control over our shifts until we’re adults. Children don’t start turning until they’re around kindergarten age, and they have very little control over it. For most shifters, it’s much easier to shift if someone is attacking us or we sense we’re in danger. But the week before the full moon, our animal nature starts to come out. We crave red meat, and we become more aggressive, and hairier. The evening of the full moon, we all turn, and it’s different from when we voluntarily shift during the rest of the month. We abandon ourselves to our animal nature on the full moon. We run through the woods and hunt and howl. No human would be safe near us then.”

  She shivered. “That’s a little scary. Losing all control like that.”

  He reached out and took her hand in his. “No harm can come to you. The reason we have these enormous grounds is to ensure there’s no chance we’ll encounter humans when we turn, and that’s the only possible risk to us. We also have some extremely well-paid human guards on patrol outside the property. When you turn, I’ll be with you the whole time. We’re going to do these meditation exercises every day until it’s time for your turn. The turn won’t come as a physical or emotional shock to you.”

  She did her best to believe him, and not to feel frightened. Being scared wouldn’t help.

  “How do you keep your existence hidden from the world, if you turn every full moon?” she asked.

  “Well, most of us lead pretty private lives, and we live on pack property. Now, people like Shelley, who live off pack property for various reasons, come back here during the full moon. But we make sure that Shelley is away from the company frequently, not just during the full moon, so it won’t be obvious that she vanishes at the same time every month. The same thing with me and Grant. We travel a lot around the world; sometimes we’re publicly visible and available, sometimes we aren’t.”

  He was still holding her hand, and she felt the air in the room growing warmer. She squirmed a little in her seat.

  “Stop tempting me. We’re training.” He tried to sound stern and failed.

  “You’re the one sitting there stark naked and handsome as a Greek god! A statue would be tempted.”

  He slid a finger under her chin. “Do you know what happens to students who don’t pay attention to their lessons?”

  Her breath caught in her throat. “No, but I hope I’m about to find out.”

  “Their teachers have to punish them. I see a spanking in your very near future.”

  “But what are you going to do to punish me?” she taunted him, and scooted away on the couch. “You’re an Alpha. You like the chase. If you’re going to punish me, you’re going to have to catch me first.”

  She leaped to her feet and ran for the door.

  She was halfway down the corridor before she heard Cliff’s naked soles on the tiles as he came after her, but the head start did her no good. He seized her around the waist and, as she kicked and shrieked with laughter, slung her over his shoulder as though she weighed nothing. Then he loped easily back towards the sitting room. He took a seat on the couch and wrestled Taylor over his lap. She struggled – but not too hard. The idea of being spanked was deliciously intriguing, and her breath was coming quickly, not entirely from the play-fight.

  Cliff flipped up her skirt and settled his palm on the back of her silky panties. He made an appreciative humming noise as he ran his hand over the curve of her buttock, and she squirmed in his lap, very aware of the press of his erection against her tummy. Being sprawled over his naked lap was enough to make moisture trickle from her core.

  “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” he murmured, playing with the band of lace at the waist of her panties.

  “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” she shot back.

  Cliff’s fingers stilled. “Hmm,” he said. “Sassy.” And he yanked her panties down, leaving her bare bottom and her damp pussy exposed to the air.

  She gasped and wriggled, but he held her in place with a firm hand on her backside.

  He rubbed his hand in a circle on the tender flesh, then drew back his palm and brought it down with a resounding smack. The sharp sting on her buttock quickly turned into a spreading warmth that lit up her nerve endings and had her biting back a moan of arousal.

  “You like that?” he asked her, smoothing his fingers over the spot he’d just smacked, in a soothing, circular motion.

  “Yes,” she said. “No! Cliff…”

  He dipped his fingers between her legs, where she knew she was wet with desire, and toyed with her clit for a moment. Then he brought his hand down again with another sharp crack, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain shooting through her entire body. Her nipples furled and her pussy clenched hard on nothing. She moaned, and Cliff shifted underneath her. He was painfully hard now, and she caught her breath sharply as she imagined that full, thick length sliding inside her.

  “One more,” he said, and his voice was so hoarse with need it was almost a growl.

  He brought his hand down onto the sensitive pink skin and she made a noise that was halfway between a yelp and a moan as the tingling warmth swept through her. She struggled out of his arms, panting and flushed, and caught just the faintest hint of uncertainty in his eyes before she scrambled onto his lap.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Cliff’s hands went to the small of Taylor’s back and his golden-brown eyes went wide as she wriggled astride him and took his cock in her hand, guiding it into place so she could sink down onto his throbbing shaft. With three sharp movements she had him buried balls-deep, and his pupils dilated as if he were drugged. She felt that way too – like she was high on him. Not just high, but addicted. Like s
he’d do anything to get her next hit.

  Her skin felt hyper-sensitive. She didn’t know whether it was from the spanking, something to do with her new werewolf senses, or just because she was so unspeakably aroused, but she seemed to be aware of every tiny sensation. The upholstery of the couch was rough against her knees. The fabric of her skirt was bunched up against her spine. Cliff’s shoulders were firm and supple under her fingertips, and just barely damp with sweat. She could even feel the crisp curls of his pubic hair against the crease between her thigh and her pussy, and when she began to move…the feeling of his cock sliding against the slick, grasping walls of her pussy was agony and bliss.

  Taylor slid up and down on his thick, pulsing erection, feeling the delicious burn in the muscles of her thighs, and Cliff let his head drop back against the back of the couch, eyes closed, breath coming in shallow pants between slightly parted lips. Taylor couldn’t resist pressing her mouth against his, and he slid his hands up her back, growling with frustration when her rucked-up skirt got in the way of his questing fingers.

  He started to work on the buttons of her bodice, but when she rolled her hips as she sank down onto his throbbing dick, he groaned helplessly and dropped his head to suck her erect nipple through the fabric of her dress. The nub sang in response, furling into an achingly tight point. He moved to the other nipple, massaging it through the damp cotton with the flat of his tongue, then drawing on it with his lips.

  She moaned and trembled, digging her fingers into his shoulders, and suddenly he was frantic, yanking at her clothes, wrangling her dress over her head, desperate to have her naked. As soon as she was, his mouth was all over her breasts, licking and biting. He grazed her erect nipples with his teeth. He teased her areolae with his tongue. He drew as much of the soft white flesh into his mouth as he could and sucked it against the roof of his mouth, all the time exploring with his tongue.

  When he drew back, he was gasping, and the intensity in his eyes had her clenching helplessly around his cock as she rode him. With one arm around her waist, he twisted on the couch so he could ride her down, pushing her knees up so he could thrust deeply inside her, his movements wild and dominating.

  She couldn’t have fought the orgasm if she’d tried. It hit her like a ringing slap, driving her breath from her and making her gasp and arch helplessly towards him, taking him deeper still as her pussy clenched hungrily around his pounding cock. She cried out with each wrenching spasm, moaned with each throbbing pulse, whispering harsh curses, murmuring his name, regaining her senses as he withdrew from her. He sat back on the couch, chest heaving, cock thrusting proudly from his lap and glistening with the slick juices of Taylor’s climax.

  She sat up, limbs weak and shaky, pussy pleasantly sore. Her heart was hammering hard and fast in her chest. She pushed damp bangs out of her eyes, then ran her hand up Cliff’s naked thigh, her eyes locked with his and a faint smile on her lips.

  His dick twitched expectantly as she slid her hand towards it, and he murmured, “Oh God…” as she wrapped her fingers around it and ran them down the length of his shaft and back up again. Then she lowered her head and, just as she’d fantasized, took the fat, dark-colored tip of his cock into her mouth and sucked on it, swirling her tongue to gather up the pearl of precum that was trembling on the tip. She settled on her knees on the floor, between his parted thighs, and bobbed her head in a rapid rhythm, sucking and licking in counterpoint to the motion.

  “Taylor, no, I’m gonna come…” Cliff twisted his fingers in her hair and tried to pull her head away, but she just smiled, mouth full, and slid her hand underneath his balls, gently fondling the delicate globes until she felt them harden and contract in her palm.

  Cliff was panting now, and he released her hair to fist his hands in the couch cushions, spine rigid and thighs trembling with the intensity of his reaction to her mouth on him. Faint sounds that could have been desire or distress escaped him with every breath, and she knew he was torn between the onrushing bliss of his orgasm and the desire to fuck her again.

  Just as Taylor felt him begin to twitch in her mouth, she made a ring with her thumb and forefinger, grasping the base of his cock to hold back his climax. She withdrew and looked up at him, breathing heavily, turned on beyond measure by the look of wild, desperate need on his face. His remarkable eyes were glazed with passion, pupils so dilated that they almost swallowed up the whiskey-brown of his irises.

  Releasing the pressure on the base of his cock, she stroked him from root to tip and back again, squeezing her thighs together to ease the ache there as he squirmed, then tensed, and came, shooting silky streams of semen over her wrist and her breasts.

  Somehow they ended up back on the couch, tangled together, Taylor draped over Cliff’s chest as he stroked her hair and twirled the strands around his fingers. They were sweat-drenched and sticky and exhausted. Taylor’s hair looked like a bird’s nest, she had a bite mark on her boob, and she thought she might have rug-burn on her knees. And she’d never felt more beautiful.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Cliff stroked Taylor’s arm gently as they lay tangled on the couch. “Would you hate me very much if I went to my office for a little bit? It’s hard for a CEO to take the whole day off, unfortunately.”

  “Yep, I’d hate you forever.” Taylor looked at him sternly. But then she winked at him. “But I’d still do you.”

  “I can live with that.” Cliff leaped up, and her body cried out at the loss. She wanted him pressed up against her, skin touching skin.

  He headed for the door, naked.

  “Cliff!” she cried out, scandalized. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

  “Like what?”

  “Your clothing?”

  “No, I was going to send a servant for it.”

  “You’re going to go to your office naked?” She paused to look at him admiringly. “Admittedly, the view is very nice. But still.”

  “I was going to go to our room, get some fresh clothes, and then go to work. We’re very comfortable with our bodies here. We’re part animal, remember.” He’d said our room, she noted with a glow of warmth.

  But walking around the house flashing all her bits and pieces? Nuh-uh. “Yeah, that’s one lifestyle change I’m not going to be making.”

  He flashed her a smile. “Good. Because if someone looked at you while you were naked, I’ve got to admit, I might accidentally kill them.”

  “Well, we wouldn’t want that,” she muttered, watching him as he walked out the door. Good God, that butt. It would have made Greek sculptors weep. So round, so firm, so perfect.

  “I saw you look!” he yelled as he shut the door behind him.

  “Stuck-up dick,” she said, but with a smile.

  She flopped back on the couch. Was she really letting this happen? Was she letting Cliff seduce her, making her forget how mad she was that he was keeping her prisoner here? Was she ready to commit to a lifetime of living as his wife – no, mate – on pack property?

  And did she have a choice?

  They hadn’t talked about what would happen after she turned. If she even survived the turn. And if she didn’t, how would Cliff explain it to Chantelle and her parents? Also, she didn’t know how much longer she could stall Chantelle, who was sending her increasingly worried text messages, which were passed along to her by Cliff. And she had to answer the text messages with Cliff sitting there watching. Which pissed her off, and which was going to be harder and harder to ignore.

  But there was nothing she could do about it right now, so there was no point in stressing out about it.

  With a sigh, she started pulling on her clothing. She went back to Cliff’s room and took a long, hot shower. Then she put on a black dress with a pink flower print and zip front, and black sandals, and headed out the front door to walk into town.

  Truman and James were lounging around on the front steps. Or it looked like they were lounging, at least. She could tell they were scanning the gardens and the roa
d in front of the house – the entire front perimeter of Cliff’s mansion – while looking as if they were two friends just sitting there and chatting.

  “Where you going?” Truman called out as she walked by.

  None of your damn business. I’m a grownup; stop stalking me. I didn’t like it when my ex did it, and I don’t like it now. She stifled the flare of annoyance. Deep breaths, deep breaths.

  “Going to get a cup of coffee on Main Street.” She said it abruptly and walked off very quickly without waiting for permission or approval.

  She heard a clatter of footsteps approaching her, stiffened, and walked faster.

  James caught up with her.

  “I swear to God,” she snapped, “I’m about to punch a wolf. Just saying.”

  “I just wanted to tell you that it’s not always going to be like this,” he said. “The reason we’re being so hyper-vigilant is that Jerrold seems to have targeted you as a way to get at Cliff. And until you turn and can summon your wolf at will, you’re not going to be able to defend yourself against him and his pack. Even when you can turn, you couldn’t go up against Jerrold or his men – they’re stronger than you.”

  “All right.” She sighed. “I won’t punch a wolf. Sorry. And I’ll be careful.”

  “I have suggested to Cliff that Jerrold might be behind your illegal turning. We all knew how Cliff felt about you, ever since he first laid eyes on you, even if he thought we couldn’t tell. If Jerrold had spies in Cliff’s house, they would have told him.”

  “Oh. That’s a thought. A disturbing thought. Although I still don’t see how he could have turned me without biting me.”

  James was keeping pace with her. “Do you mind if I walk with you?”

  Would he stop if she said no? She doubted it, and he did have a point about her being vulnerable as long as Jerrold and his pack were there. “No, that’s fine. You really want this mating to succeed, don’t you?”

  James snorted. “If it doesn’t, Cliff will be so enraged and heartbroken that he’ll make all our lives a living hell. Especially mine. So yes. I am very invested in the success of your relationship.”