Reclaiming Her Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance)

by Reyer, Celina

  He only shook his head. "I'm sorry, Kat. I guess I never thought..." His jaw clenched. "She made it sound like I forced myself on you, and when you wouldn't talk to me, I figured that's how you really felt and I left you alone."

  She couldn't look at him, not when he kneeled down again in front of her and took her into his arms, not when he whispered her name against her eyelids, not when he brushed his lips gently against hers in a kiss that reminded her of that first kiss, not even when his tongue found the mark that he had given her so many moons ago.

  "You've always been the only one for me," he murmured. "I love you." His breath was hot on her skin, setting her blood boiling again.

  "Then why my sister? Of all people, why Monique?" Her voice was quavered as she fought back tears.

  He sighed. "I'm sorry. I wanted you, so badly I couldn't think about anything else. But when you made it clear you didn't want anything to do with me, I had to move on to take my mind off you. I admit, I hoped you would be jealous, but I didn't think you even cared. I never meant to hurt you, Kat, I promise."

  Her mind reeled with his confession, and she leapt to her feet and fought against her desire to run. Just tell him how you feel, she chided herself. He loves you. He never meant to hurt you. Just believe him.

  ***

  All the world was silent but for the occasional rustling of some nocturnal creature. Kat ached to touch Nathaniel and lose herself in making love to him, but she had her confession to make. It wasn't fair for him to do all the work.

  Finally she began. "Nathaniel, I-- I'm sorry if I acted like I didn't want to be with you. I wasn't afraid that day, not of you. Maybe of how badly I wanted you, maybe of what I was feeling, but never of you."

  She cleared her throat and pushed on. "I had never... I had never felt those things before. No one ever touched me like that or told me they loved me. It was like my whole world opened up that day. So when I thought it didn't mean anything to you..." She remembered bawling in her sister's arms, Monique's words of phony comfort, the months of misery she spent pining over Nathaniel when they could have been together, and she seethed with a rage so powerful she had to fight to suppress it.

  She pulled Nathaniel close and twined her fingers through his hair. His face was so beautiful it hurt to look at him, and finally she felt the knot of fear unravel and flow from herself. "I love you," she vowed fiercely. "I'm yours. You're mine. We belong together."

  He rose to his knees and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her by the hips and nuzzling her taut tummy. When his face pressed between her thighs, the heat flared again. She gripped his dark curls as he slowly unzipped her, shimmying her jeans down to her ankles. In that moment she wished she could capture the look of hunger on his face as he gazed intently at the slight swell of her mound, soft hair crushed under cotton, before burying his face against it and inhaling her scent. He growled, a quiet rumble in his chest, as he nuzzled and licked the damp patch between her thighs.

  And then he tugged off her boots, one by one, and stepped her out of her jeans, one foot at a time, kissing each calf in turn and trailing his fingers along each thigh. He pulled her effortlessly to the ground and parted her thighs, continuing to nuzzle and nip and suck her through her thin panties, making her gasp and quiver under his skillful ministrations.

  By the time his fingers finally probed behind the fabric, she was a puddle of need. He took his time with her, dipping his fingers inside her and rubbing the sensitive bud of her clit and nipping the insides of her thighs as he touched her. It seemed an unbearable pleasurable eternity before he yanked off her panties, leaving her spread before him in only an open sweater and socks.

  Finally his face was between Kat's widespread thighs, his nose buried in the fragrant curls as his tongue worked her sensitive flesh. He probed and savored her with his tongue, at times sucking her clit so that the buzzing began in her head and other times plunging his tongue inside her soft folds to lap at her nectar, causing a sweet tingle that she wanted to chase to the end.

  But when he began fluttering his tongue against her sensitive bud in earnest, sliding a finger in and out of her wet cunt in a steady rhythm, her entire body was suffused in sensation. "Oh, Nathaniel," she moaned. "Don't stop... don't stop..." She tossed her head back and forth and clawed his shoulders as he devoured her, rubbing his entire face in her wetness, making her pant and whimper and beg for release. Her thighs shook uncontrollably as she peaked and peaked and peaked but still didn't climax until he reached up to pinch one nipple. The little bite of pain sent her soaring over the edge. She came so hard she arched off the bed roll and cried out his name over and over again, spasms wracking her entire body.

  Nathaniel crawled over her, stroked her hair, and kissed her, his mouth pungent with her aroma. Against her lips he groaned, "I need to be inside you, Kat."

  She nodded, lost in thought of experiencing that sweet ecstasy again, that beautiful shattering bliss. She took in every inch of his lean body, his muscular arms and strong thighs and tight buttocks, as he undressed. The bulge in his boxer briefs was formidable, but she wanted every bit of him. She needed to be one with her mate, the way she should have been long ago.

  When he lowered himself inside her she was aching, writhing against him, but he held her hips fast. "Slow," he whispered. "Plenty of time left for fast. I want to enjoy you." And when he finally positioned his cock at her lubricious opening, she gasped to feel him entering her so slowly, filling her up in infinitesimal increments. She moaned as he sank into her and she enveloped him in her tight clutch. He set the pace and she matched the thrusting of his hips with her own movements, rocking with him, urging him on, and when he lowered his face to kiss her she realized her every fantasy.

  He moved in her like he'd been born to do it, his cock rubbing against every beautifully sensitive spot inside her. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and whimpered softly as he moved in her, her pleasure building again, incredibly. Her nails clawed his back and clutched at his ass as she took every thrust, relishing the sensation of his cock filling her to the hilt. She felt she could die with him inside her, so utterly filled and fucked and loved. Above her Nathaniel glistened with perspiration, his blood running even hotter with the exertion of his pumping, his eyes hazy with pleasure.

  She could feel his restraint, but she wanted him to let go and feel the earth-shattering pleasure she had experienced. When he bit his lip and looked into her eyes, Kat whispered, "Come inside me. I want to feel you.... Please, Nathaniel, come inside me!"

  With a strangled "Fuck!" he shuddered against her, burying his face in her neck and groaning softly as he spent himself in her. She felt him fill her, his breath hot on her mark. And as he lay on top of her, collecting his breath, Kat realized she had never felt so thoroughly a woman as she did in that moment, filled with her mate's hot seed, her body soft and relaxed in the afterglow of her orgasm.

  ***

  But there was still the matter of the life they had left behind, the one they would return to the next day. While Nathaniel lay in peaceful slumber beside her, Kat couldn't sleep for a moment, thinking about her sister and the Council and what it meant to be mated to Nathaniel. She couldn't let him go, not again.

  And then her hand traveled unconsciously to her tummy. Was it too much to hope that she was already pregnant? They hadn't used any protection. It was crazy, she knew, but visions of little curly-haired babies who looked like Nathaniel were too irresistible. Unconsciously she rubbed little circles as she wondered what it would be like to carry his child, to feel a part of him growing inside her.

  When his hand covered hers, she realized he was awake. "I was thinking the same thing," he murmured groggily. "I was hoping... I know it's soon..." She could feel him thickening against her as he cupped her breasts and teased, "I want to see how big these get with my baby inside you." She giggled and slapped his hand away and just like that he was on top of her again, and then buried inside her, rocking her again in a sweetly familiar
rhythm. They were lazy this time, stopping and starting and kissing and touching, until Kat couldn't take it any more and bit Nathaniel's lip, daring him to be rough. He threw her legs over his shoulders and she cried out with the impossible depths of his strokes.

  "I'm going to flood you with my spunk," he promised through gritted teeth. "I'm going to pump you full again and again until my child grows in you."

  "Do it!" she begged, nearly lost in her own pleasure. He covered her mouth with his and Kat felt herself splitting apart just as Nathaniel stiffened and spilled inside her. He held her in silence until they both stopped shuddering and then rolled onto his back, drawing her head to his chest and wrapping his arm around her.

  "Now what happens?" she ventured after a moment. She knew it couldn't be all sex and fantasy. Tomorrow they would go back home, and there was Monique and the Council to deal with. They hadn't even gone on a date yet and here they were mated and talking about children. Her insides tied in knots as she worried about what people would say about her. About Nathaniel, for that matter, moving from one sister to another so quickly.

  "It's going to be fine," he reassured her.

  "How can you say that? Nothing is fine. What about Monique? What about the Council?"

  He was quiet for a moment. "Roman knows," he said finally.

  "What?" She bolted upright. "He knows? About us?"

  He nodded. "That's why we're here."

  She blinked. "Wait... What do you mean? There's no threat?"

  Nathaniel chuckled. "Nope."

  "You made the whole thing up just to get me alone?"

  Again he laughed and then drew her hand to his mouth and kissed it. "All summer I just assumed you really wanted me to stay away. But when I saw you yesterday, when I touched you and you looked at me like you did, I swore I saw something in your eyes. So I took a chance." He took her face in his hands then, and kissed her tenderly. "I love you, Kat. You're the only one for me. You're mine now, and I'm yours. So none of the rest matters."

  ***

  The next morning they walked back hand in hand, enjoying the crisp fall air as they chatted and laughed and made their plans. From time to time Nathaniel touched her stomach and kissed her, and they smiled at one another contentedly, lost in the bliss of being together again, everything else secondary to their joy. Though Kat worried about what would happen back home, Nathaniel's confidence was contagious. By the time they arrived at Roman's, it seemed very natural to tell him that they would be making the announcement of their official commitment the following month at the Full Moon Council Meeting.

  And, as it turned out, they had two announcements to make.

  Kat had brought Nathaniel to the apricot tree to tell him. She tipped her face up to his and asked him what he wanted more than anything in the world, and he knew just by looking at her what the news was. They sat talking under the tree for hours, with Nathaniel idly rubbing her belly and Kat musing over baby names, until they needed to be naked together again, and then they spent the rest of the evening in bed.

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