Alphas Prefer Curves

by Unknown

  He’d let go of her wrists and she hadn’t noticed until his hands were at her waist tugging at her pants. When her pants were removed and tossed aside Kane slid his hands up the inside of her legs from ankle to thigh. She sighed at the soft sensation of his touch and whimpered when he spread her legs wide. For a minute she thought about the fact they were sprawled on the floor, but really she didn’t care. As long as he didn’t stop touching her she could care less where they were.

  He kissed a trail up her fleshy inner thigh and her breath caught in her throat. She waited for more, knew it was coming, but still when his tongue swiped her outer lips her hips shot off the floor. Oh. My. God.

  “God, babe, you are so wet. Mmmmm.” He purred when he stabbed back into her and licked from top to bottom, just missing her clit. She panted for breath, about to explode from that little touch. His tongue slid inside her and stroked in and out like he fucked. Her pussy flooded in readiness and she grabbed at his hair and held him in place.

  The world fell away and her body spiraled out of control as his hands drew under her ass and gripped her damn tight to the point of a small bite of pain. She tugged more at his hair and he purred louder in response. “Oh, Kane. Please don’t stop.”

  He shook his head and dove deeper, but it was when he swirled around her clit and nipped at it with his teeth that she bucked and fought underneath him all the while trying to hold his head in place. Colors and light danced in her head as she hovered on the verge of release. He swiped and swirled twice more and everything around her erupted. Her release slammed into her and she fought and writhed against him.

  Her mouth opened to scream and no sound could escape, not when there was no breath left in her body. She opened her eyes in time to see Kane crawling up her body one kiss at a time. His face glistened with her juices and the hard, possessive look in his eyes made her pussy clench all over again. Her hands clutched at his skin, pulling him closer so she could get her own taste. She bent to his shoulder and licked at the soft and salty skin sitting taut over corded muscles.

  An aggressive urge to bite powered through her as his musky scent mingled with her arousal to combine into an aroma that reacted as an aphrodisiac for her. No matter how many times he touched her, or even just looked at her, she doubted it would ever be enough. Her mouth ached for so much more, she bit down on his shoulder, far harder than simple fun and games. She unknowingly aimed to draw blood.

  Kane snarled in her ear. “Fuck yes, baby, mark me.”

  Her mind reared back at what he said, but her body cared less; she wanted her mate and nothing was going to stop her now. She reached between them and unfastened his pants enough to free him. He groaned low and loud when she cupped his cock and balls, rolling them with her fingers. Her free hand pushed more at the waist of his jeans and he helped her push them out of the way. She reveled in the thick, solid heat resting in her hand, ready to please her and be pleased. She smiled at that and wondered how far he would actually go in the pursuit of their bliss.

  Emotions swamped through her and she pushed them back. No, this was sex. Good, hot crazy sex that did nothing but create the pleasure they both needed.

  When her fingers brushed over the slit at his tip his breath caught in his throat and he waited, not breathing. She didn’t want to wait, she wanted him inside her, filling her, so she grasped him with strong fingers and guided him straight to her weeping pussy. He pulled back and she was forced to let him go.

  “You can drive a man crazy like that, you know.”

  “You deserve it for leaving me here.”

  “You’re mine, Lara.” He grabbed her shoulders and held her down as he pushed his dick deep within her. She wanted to say something back, but how could she with him rubbing against every sensitive spot inside her at the same time? That’s what it felt like, anyway. Her skin sizzled, her clit pulsed, and her nipples hardened to tight points poking at his chest. It was heaven and hell, a feeling she didn’t want to ever stop.

  “I belong to no one.” She panted, tilting her hips enough for him to seat himself deeper.

  “Keep telling yourself that, maybe you’ll believe it.” He grunted and moved faster. Pain erupted in her shoulder at his death grip, and it somehow managed to combine with the pleasure to give her an out of this world experience. How else would she explain the crazy urge to beg and plead for him to never stop fucking her? Ever.

  She contracted her vaginal muscles around him in quick succession until she heard the sudden intake of breath and hiss of an exhale. Oh yeah, she could give as good as she could get.

  “You little witch.” He withdrew from her then and she cried out in protest until he flipped her on her stomach and raised her hips in the air, opening her body to him in a different way. She shivered against his hands, a delicious sensation that arrowed straight to her clit. With no pause he thrust into her to the hilt and their mingled moans filled the room.

  “So damned tight.” One hand grabbed at her waist and the other her shoulder as he moved in and out of her in rough, fast strokes. She arched her back and pushed against him, picking up his exact rhythm.

  Bright burning streaks of pleasure shot through her as he touched on nerve endings she didn’t know she had. Nothing had ever been this good. The stretching, the fullness...she cried out over and over and begged him for more. When she didn’t know if she could take any more of the escalating pleasure and rough fucking she cried out. “It’s too much.”

  “Do you want me to stop?” He didn’t slow, instead he raised up and angled his entry to nudge against her sweet spot every time he pushed himself in.

  She shook her head and pounded her fists on the floor, grappling with the quivering of her body and the rough voice he spoke with. It rumbled along her spine, turning her on even more as she imagined him fighting the beast, the animal, from taking what he wanted more than anything. He’d told her if he bit her on her birthmark as he came in her body their DNA would magically be mingled forever, creating a bond neither of them could break for the rest of their life.

  His rough tongue lapping at the curve of her back distracted her thoughts, but it was the teeth scraping her skin that sent her rocketing against him. “Harder, Kane, harder.”

  His hips slammed against her ass, driving him hard and deep each time until her muscles were so taut and aching she wondered if she’d break. She squeezed her eyes closed and forgot about everything around them, only caring about the way he stretched her over and over as he tunneled inside her with every grunt and forceful move.

  “Come for me, baby. Hurry before I bite you. I’m not sure how long I can hold it back. I hurt for you, Lara.”

  Her orgasm snuck up and swamped her as her whole word exploded around her. Every muscle in her body clenched and she screamed long and loud. The pleasure tore at her, fracturing her until all she could do was take what he could give.

  “Fuuuck!” He thrust into her one last time on his own blast of release, shuddering against her as the heat between them blazed out of control. She collapsed underneath him, utterly exhausted. Between their run in with intruders, her ordeal with being locked in and the hottest damn sex ever, she was worn out.

  Kane stirred behind her and slid from her body. She missed the connection immediately. She’d instinctively known how close he’d come to mating her and part of her wished he had. Her eyelids drooped, she needed to rest for just a minute, regain her strength. She didn’t even pay attention to Kane picking her up and carrying her to the bed.

  “Get some rest, baby, I’ll wake you when it’s time to go. And no, I won’t leave you alone.”

  Those were the last words she heard as she drifted into a sound sleep.

  Chapter Eleven

  Kane paced the room restlessly, glancing over at the computer screen every few seconds. He’d booted up the security cameras in the house and had kept an eye on the asshole tied up in his dining room. About thirty minutes ago the idiot woke up and was now trying to work his way loose. Kane didn’t
think he could, but he itched to get over there and tear this guy apart.

  “What’s wrong, Kane?”

  He spun around when she spoke and admired the vision she presented in his bed. Her sleep-tousled hair and mussed clothes looked sexy as hell on her, and he wanted to jump into bed with her and not leave this damned room until he got her out of his system. He doubted, though, that would ever happen. Like it or not, they were mates. They’d tasted each other, and from this point forward no other would be enough, whether they mated completely or not.

  Somehow she’d managed to get inside him, and he wanted her a lot more than science explained.

  “Nothing.” His answer sounded gruff even to his own ears, but he was no longer a patient man when it came to her safety, and the feelings that swirled inside him created more guilt than he expected. He had family loyalties to consider.

  “You suck at lying.” She crawled from the bed and moved next to him, and he automatically folded her in his arms.

  “What the hell have you done to me?” he sighed into her hair.

  “You? What about me? This is so fucked up I don’t know what to do. I’m even losing sight of myself.”

  He looked at the computer screen from the corner of his eyes, but Lara caught him.

  “What the hell?” She hurried over to the screen at the image of the idiot struggling against his bonds, grunting to get loose.”

  “Holy shit, why didn’t you tell me? We need to get over there, why did you let me sleep?” She rushed around looking for the rest of her clothes. Kane found her enthusiasm for a fight a little scary as well as arousing. One minute she was soft and sexy, begging to come for him, and the next she was back to hell on wheels.

  With her next pass in front of him he grabbed her around the waist and yanked her against him. She yelped but the protest died on her lips when he took possession of her mouth with plans to kiss her senseless. She brought her hand up presumably to hit him or something equally annoying and he grabbed it before she could connect.

  “Damn, woman, save your aggression for the bed.”

  “This is serious, Kane, we have to get over there before he escapes.”

  “Hon, he isn’t going anywhere. And you’re right, this attacking me all the time thing is serious and should be reconsidered.” She stilled and looked down to meet his gaze. She cocked her head to one side as if assessing him, then broke out into roaring laughter. Not liking the sense he got of her making fun of him, he let go and she slipped to the floor, landing on her butt.

  “Ow, what’d you do that for?” Her hand rubbed her behind.

  “You need to learn some respect.”

  “Give me a break.” She stood, brushing off her backside, and finished throwing on her clothes. “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

  “Pretty obvious, isn’t it? There were three men who invaded my property, now there is one. I doubt he can tell us anything, but I figured it was worth a shot.”

  “How long has he been tied up like that? Are you sure it’s okay to leave him alone this long?”

  He loved how her mind worked. Methodical and analytical. She was likely processing all the possible scenarios. No wonder she’d been able to live off the grid for so long. Apparently she was a lot smarter than she let on. Now the only question was how do I harness that intelligence for good things?

  “Do you have an interrogation plan?”

  Now it was his turn to laugh at her but he thought better of it and bit down on his lips to hold it in. He didn’t want to waste anymore time fighting with her. If they did, there would be sex involved. Hot, sweaty, rough sex, to be exact. His cock stirred in his pants and he inwardly groaned as he turned away from her.

  ***

  He and Lara stood side-by-side, looking at the idiot who invaded his home. In his effort to get loose he’d landed on his side, chair and all. He’d started out by yelling and cussing at them the moment they walked into the room, but after ten seconds with Lara and the guy whimpered like a baby.

  They looked at each other and Lara shrugged. He’d managed to keep the dumb one alive. In fact, how the man had even been chosen for a job like this was beyond him. Someone out there was either fucking stupid as hell or just toying with them. He’d vote for the latter if his instincts were correct, which they usually were.

  “What would you like to tell us?”

  His intruder looked at Kane without saying a word, but he didn’t have to. The scent of his fear was so strong it made Kane somewhat nauseous.

  “I ain’t telling you shit.”

  “Because you’ve had so much fun being tied up in my house, you want more?”

  “Fuck you.”

  Lara swung and punched the guy, connecting with his nose. The distinct sound of bone breaking cracked through the room and blood gushed from his face.

  “Jeez, woman. What the hell?”

  “What? You think he’s gonna just tell you?” The man just sat there wailing in pain. So much for someone’s tough soldiers.

  Kane grabbed him by the hair and pulled him and his chair from the ground with one arm. His eyes bugged out when Kane’s teeth lengthened, not to mention he’d let his eyes shift, too. A partial shift could scare the shit out of an unknowing human.

  “I’d suggest you tell him what he wants before he gives up on you and just snaps your neck.” Lara sounded irritated and bored.

  “I-I don’t know nuthin’.”

  “You don’t know who hired you to kill one of us? Oh, and by the way, which one were you trying to kill?”

  His eyes quickly averted to Lara before he could stop himself from giving away the target. Kane lost control when the rage surged through him and, without thinking, he hurled the man against the wall.

  The chair crushed and splintered into several pieces, loosening the ropes that held the prisoner. Kane started toward him, tired of playing with his prey. The man needed to know the one thing you don’t do is try to hurt a cougar’s mate. Big mistake.

  Lara rushed in front of him and placed her hand on his chest, pushing at him to retreat. “Now who’s going overboard?” When he pushed forward she grabbed his head and forced him to look at her. “Stay right there. I can’t have you killing him before I’m done talking to him.”

  She approached the intruder and threw the mangled pieces of chair out of the way. In just a few seconds she grabbed up the loose rope and hogtied the man’s wrists to his feet. Clearly she’d done this before.

  “You wanted to kill me, huh? Tsk tsk tsk. Should have brought a much bigger gun.” She punched him again, this time to the kidneys in his back. “Now tell us who hired you and why.”

  “I have no idea why someone wants you dead, other than the fact that you’re a crazy psycho bitch.”

  Kane bit his lip to keep from laughing out loud. This guy was thicker than he’d thought. Ohh boy.

  Lara grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head back and up eye level to where she stood. Her face scrunched into an angry snarl. “I’m your only chance at salvation here, so unless you want me to turn you over to the likes of the big growly guy, you’d better start talking.”

  To emphasize her words Kane started a deep growl from his chest, showing his teeth again for good measure. The look on they guy’s face was priceless, and under different circumstances Kane would have roared with laughter.

  “I’m serious about not knowing why someone hired me; it’s not the kind of thing we ask.” He wheezed out between the blood still trickling from his broken and mangled nose to the death grip Lara maintained on his head.

  “Let’s say I believe you, and we move on. Who hired you?”

  “Man said his name was Richard Smith. Big guy like your friend there, black hair, dark eyes. Not exactly the friendly or talkative type.”

  Lara let go of his hair and his head slammed to the floor where the man howled again in agony. “What do you want to do with him now, Kane?”

  He wanted to kill the man. Rip out his throat and thr
ow his carcass in the woods for the wildlife, but reluctantly he admitted it probably wasn’t the best course of action at this point. He and Lara already had enough negative council attention focused their way, and with two deaths to explain, this one would not be viewed the same. He was tied and beaten. No way to make that look like a decent self defense, home invasion type execution.

  “We’ve got people to handle situations like this. Killing humans is always a rather precarious thing to do. I’m going to have to call it in and then we have to leave before the cleaners arrive.”

  “He doesn’t deserve your sympathy.”

  “I have none.” He realized how cold and angry he sounded, but right now he couldn’t care less. He looked around at the shambles his cabin had become and grappled again with his rage. He walked into the other room and flipped open his cell phone to make the call.

  ***

  Lara walked to the back of the house to her room. She needed to change out of the clothes that were now spattered with blood. She entered the bathroom and stripped down to her underwear, eager to clean up. She pushed her sore hands under the warm water of the faucet and looked at herself in the mirror.

  Her hair stuck up in several places and her eyes still had a wild and hard look to them. She sucked in several deep breaths, searching for her calm center. This situation was out of hand and she didn’t know how to take it back. Never in her life had she been so turned upside down and inside out—at least, not since her mother’s death.

  There were many times in her past where she’d gotten a real thrill from sex and danger, but this time it seemed so much more. More at stake than ever before: her life, and if not that, then certainly her heart. She needed to work some magic, without it for so long she felt weak and naked all the time. If they were attacked again she needed to be able to defend herself.

  She wiggled into a fresh pair of jeans and a dusky violet tank top that matched the color of her eyes. Digging further into her bag, she pulled out a brush, hair band, and some gloss. The least she could do was make herself feel like a woman, for even a little while, instead of just the cold bitch she had truly become.