Bred for Love: An MM MPREG Shifter Romance (Cliffside Wolves Book 3)

by Aspen Grey

Finally, he stepped close enough that I was able to see his face.

  It was Paul, and he was crying.

  “Hi, baby…” he sobbed. His legs gave out from under him and he almost collapsed, but I swept in and caught him before he could. We collapsed onto the beach, me cradling him in my arms as he wept and pressed his face against my chest.

  It’s him…it’s him…

  “Paul…” I whispered. “How—how is this possible?”

  He was sobbing and I understood why. He’d never expected to see me again either, and now, as we held each other beside the waves, we were experiencing the exact same emotions.

  Relief, confusion, excitement, lust, love…it was impossible to separate them as I held him, smelled him, felt the warmth of his body and the wetness of his tears against my chest. He was so small, smaller than I remembered, and fit perfectly beneath my arms as the tears welled up in my eyes.

  Don’t cry, I thought. But it was too late. Tears slid down my cheeks and fell onto him. He took a deep breath, inhaled my scent and finally lifted his face to mine. He was still crying, but there was a smile in his eyes.

  “Hi, baby.”

  “Paul!” I blathered. “How—how the fuck is this possible? Where—what—how!?”

  I couldn’t get the questions out fast enough. I knew that it didn’t even matter what he said—it was going to take me a long fucking time to get over the shock of seeing him here. For four years I’d tried to forget about him, and for four years I’d failed. And now he’d come crashing back into my life like a meteor and I just did not know what the fuck to do about it.

  “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed. “I never wanted to leave you, but I…I had no choice.”

  “You pheromone blocked,” I replied. “You didn’t leave me a note—”

  “I couldn’t. I—my parents told me not to. There was nothing I could do about it. I wanted to!”

  “Why!” I blurted out. “Why couldn’t you!? Do you know how worried I was!?”

  “I know!” he howled. “But I couldn’t, Alec. I couldn’t. I had no choice.”

  Hearing him so upset was devastating, but at the same time, I was completely fucked up. It was like I’d just been punched in the face by Mike Tyson. I didn’t know whether to kiss him and burst into tears or scream at him for everything he’d put me through. In the end, I settled on just staring down at him and marveling at his beauty while I did my best to process what was going on. After a long moment, he spoke.

  “How have you been?”

  The question seemed so absurd that I burst out laughing.

  “How have I been? Oh, I don’t know, Paul. How have you been!?”

  Paul laughed too. It was so unreal to see him after all this time. It was like stepping into the Matrix or a Star Trek holodeck. I honestly wouldn’t have been that shocked if suddenly the whole scene melted away in front of me and I was left there alone on the beach. But nothing like that happened. He remained there, in my arms, as we gazed at each other, lost in the reality of what was happening.

  After four long years, we were back together.

  “I’ve missed you,” he whispered. “More than you can imagine.”

  “I can imagine,” I told him. “Because I’ve felt it too. I waited for you…on a beach like this one…looking out at the waves until the sun came up. And then I came looking for you…”

  The happiness fell from Paul’s face and he looked at me with a combination of sadness and shame. Out of my own instinct and protectiveness, I wanted to hold him close and tell him that it wasn’t his fault and that it was okay. But I couldn’t.

  I had no idea why he’d left me or where he’d been for the last four years. All I could do was wait for him to speak.

  “I—do you have somewhere we can go?” he asked. “I can explain everything, but…”

  “You need a drink first?” I joked. To my surprise, Paul nodded.

  “That might help.”

  “My apartment’s nearby,” I replied. “I walked, but we can take your car.”

  “Okay. But can you drive, so I can just lay on your lap?”

  I wanted to make a joke about road head, but I was actually too caught up in my emotions to go there. Sure, I was turned on beyond belief by him as always, and my internal alpha instincts were screaming at me to seize him and breed him and make him mine forever, but this wasn’t the time for that. There would be plenty of time for that later. This was important.

  “Sure, baby,” I said. “Let’s go home.”

  We got up together and he handed me his keys as we walked to his car. I opened the door for him, as though this was our first date—which it kind of was—and then got in beside him. It was an old beater sedan, so whatever he’d been up to, he sure hadn’t won the lottery. And, as he said he would, as I started it up and drove home, he lay his head on my lap and breathed deeply, almost as though he was ready to fall asleep.

  It’s happening…I thought as I began to get a grip on the fact that Paul had returned to me. But as I drove, a frightening thought entered my mind:

  Was he here for good? Or was he going to leave me again?

  Chapter Eight

  Paul

  I was still reeling from being back in his presence, and my heart was aching from when I’d seen the look on his face when I returned. The years had been torture for the both of us, but for him—not knowing—it must have been even worse.

  I lay there, my head on his lap, inhaling his scent and relishing in the warmth of his body as he drove us back to his apartment. I could have lay there forever and let him drive us all the way to California—at least that way I wouldn’t have to have the conversation we were about to have. But it wasn’t long before he was pulling into a driveway.

  We stopped and Alec turned off the engine. I sat up and looked at him and felt another rush of those old feelings spinning back around me I’d been wrapped up in a tornado and was barely surviving in its center. He was so gorgeous—even more gorgeous than I remembered if that was possible.

  But it wasn’t just his good looks that had me going. It was more than that.

  It was the spark of destiny between us. It was pulsing with the light of the universe. That was the best way I could describe it. It was like this strong, powerful force beyond anything I could put into words was pulling us together, linking us with an unbreakable chain that had stretched across immense distances and eventually brought us back together.

  I wanted to kiss his gorgeous lips, feel his strong hands on my hips and experience everything I’d missed out on since Miami. But now wasn’t the right time for that. We had things to talk about, something to resolve. So, I simply smiled as we got out of the car and walked to his apartment.

  The door was on the first floor of a modest two story building. It wasn’t much but it wasn’t bad either, and when he led me inside, I was surprised to see the living room had been outfitted with a set of absolutely gorgeous furniture. The couch looked handmade, as did the very modern coffee table. I couldn’t put my finger on the aesthetic, but it reminded me of something you’d see in the T.V. show Mad Men. It couldn’t have been cheap, which was strange considering how modest the apartment itself was.

  “It isn’t much,” he said. “But it’s been enough for me.”

  “I like the furniture. Must have been expensive.”

  “It is,” he smiled. “But not when you build it yourself.”

  “What?” I exclaimed. “You—you built this?”

  Alec nodded proudly as I stepped forward and ran a finger across the back of the couch. The wood was brilliant and warm against the burnt orange cushions.

  “It’s teak,” he told me. “Expensive wood but good stuff.”

  “I never knew you made furniture…”

  “There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he replied. “Sadly.”

  That one hit me right in the stomach like a punch. It was true. I really didn’t know anything about him beyond the fact that it was near impossible to live without
him. But it was a massive turn on knowing that the beauty in this room had been created by him. If he could do this with his hands…just imagine what else he could do…

  Relax, I tried to tell myself. Don’t go there right now.

  But it was hard not to give myself over to the lust boiling up inside of me. I mean—it was my fated mate and he was gorgeous. Spectacular! He was like a God standing before me. I hadn’t forgotten how he looked—after all I’d been picturing him every day since I last stood before him—but the reality of standing next to him was so much better than my dreams.

  He still looked “scary.” I bet a lot of omegas wouldn’t even bother approaching him because they’d be afraid he’d snap at them. But then again, he had cheek bones you could cut glass on and a tall, model-esque physique that belonged on a runway in Milan or Paris. He was so good looking it was honestly intimidating and I could barely keep myself together as I looked at him, and when my eyes moved lower, I could see that the feeling was mutual.

  A bulge had formed beneath his pants, and it was thick. Was he smuggling a bowling ball or something down there? He must have seen me looking at him because he let out a soft laugh.

  “See something you like?”

  I blushed and looked away, but he moved in quickly and curled his strong arm around my waist and lifted me right off my feet and held me in front of his face.

  “Don’t be embarrassed, baby,” he told me, taking my hand and placing it on his crotch. “I’m on fire for you too.”

  I licked my lips as I began to salivate—drool almost. My body tingled as I hung in the air, feeling so small and light in his grasp. This was a man who could take control of me and do whatever he wanted. I loved that.

  When he kissed me, I felt something inside of me change. It felt like a growth, as though I’d just leapt from one point in my life to another. My body flushed and tingled. I radiated with warmth that began at my feet and swelled through me like a roaring fire. His tongue slid into my mouth and all I could think about was his dick sliding inside of me. I’d tried to ignore my lust for him so we could have our talk, but I was failing miserably.

  …and so was he.

  The sensations increased exponentially and I rocketed into a new space of awareness and desire. I felt my slick really start to run, preparing my body for him. It was something I’d never felt before, even on those nights when I lay in bed by myself and pictured all the naughty things he would do to me if and when I ever found him again.

  But now he’s here, Paul. You don’t have to imagine anymore…

  I was wet for him, but that wasn’t all. It was as though I could feel my scent level increase, and as I did, I felt Alec’s body tense up. He clutched me tight and broke our embrace and stared into my eyes with a look of realization that we both understood.

  “It’s…”

  “Your heat,” he whispered.

  I giggled. “Holy shit!”

  He nodded, growled and licked my neck and groaned again. “Fuck.”

  “I wanted to talk to you, but—”

  “We can talk after,” he interrupted. Before I could do anything, I was on my back on the couch with my shirt flying across the room and his strong hands tugging my pants down. I gasped as they slid past my knees, exposing me completely. I could hardly contain myself, but was also fucking shy and twisted away from him to hide my dick. But Alec wasn’t having any of that.

  “Oh, no, baby,” he scolded me. “I’ve waited four years. You’re gonna show me everything.”

  With one tug on my knees I was on my back again with my dick aiming straight up at him. My slick poured onto the couch cushions and a moan rippled across my lips as he pulled my pants all the way off and tossed them aside. I lay there, completely naked beneath him, chest heaving and heart pounding, as his gorgeous, strong eyes traced across every line of my body.

  He leaned forward, and at first I thought he was going to kiss me, but then he ducked down and I saw what he was doing.

  Oh, fuck! I gasped, and as his lips closed around my dick, my body arched and I entered a new world—a world of pure pleasure.

  Chapter Nine

  Alec

  My cock was screaming to be let out of my pants as I wrapped my lips around Paul’s pretty little cock. Well, it wasn’t little, but it was nothing compared to mine of course. I hadn’t sucked a single cock in my entire life. I’d never wanted to. It was a very intimate thing and also a surrendering of my dominance, something I’d never do with any other omega.

  Except for Paul…

  “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, twisting on the couch beneath me as I took all of him down my throat and moaned back at him. His heat had me on fucking fire and I was bursting at the seams with lust and desire—lust for his body and desire to breed him, claim that tight little hole of his and put a baby inside him. As I sucked him and saw the way he was reacting, a realization came over me.

  He was still a virgin. Still untouched. I don’t know how I knew but I knew.

  Not for long…

  My lips made a wet smacking sound as I pulled up and stripped my shirt off. Without hesitation, Paul reached up and ran his fingertips across the lines of my abs and moaned with admiration. I smiled as he reached up to my taught, strong chest and shoulders. I wasn’t the biggest guy in the world—like those big bruisers at the gym—but I was lean and mean, cut and covered with veins and striations like Brad Pitt in Fight Club but if Brad Pitt was six-foot-three.

  Almost like he was in a trance, he reached out and pawed at the fly of my pants.

  “You want something?” I teased, gripping my top button. He bit his cute little lip and nodded. “Yeah? What’s that?”

  Instead of replying, he eyed my bulge and tilted his chin up, pleading to me with his eyes. He wanted it, and I wanted to give it to him. My balls were tight, tense and filled with cum. I could smell his heat, thick in my nostrils, nature pleading with me for me to do my job and breed him. And I wasn’t about to argue with nature.

  “Come and get it,” I told him as I tore down my fly and let my cock explode from its prison.

  Poor Paul rose up at the exact same time, and my monster sprang forth with such speed that it slapped him straight in the face. I gasped, he squealed and collapsed back onto the couch in a fit of giggles.

  “Holy shit, baby!” he exclaimed.

  “Are you okay?” I laughed. He’d collapsed like he’d just taken a hit from a boxer. Still laughing, he used the back of his hand to brush a spot of my pre-cum from his forehead. With his eyes on me, he lifted it to his lips and licked it.

  “Mmm. I’m fiiiine.”

  “Yes you are,” I replied as I got down on my knees over him and presented my dick to him. “Now open up.”

  “Like the dentists?” he teased.

  “That’s right,” I smiled. “Just like the dentists, only much more fun.”

  Paul opened his mouth obediently, which excited my desire to a whole new level. My dick was throbbing with excitement. Was it possible to blow your load before your mate even touched you?

  “It’s so big…”

  I slid between his lips and moaned as I watched them wrap around my shaft—so plump, so pink, so wet…

  He kept his eyes on me, clearly looking for approval that what he was doing was right. To be honest, it was pretty obvious that he’d never done this before, but I didn’t give a shit. It was his mouth, his lips, his tongue and his incredible blue eyes staring up at me while he did his best to swallow my cock. I couldn’t help myself. My hips bucked forward and I slid at least half of my nine inches into his mouth.

  He gagged, coughed and pulled back, leaving a long line of drool trailing from my tip to his lips. He giggled, embarrassed as he wiped it away, but I just leaned right down and kissed him.

  “Don’t you worry about that, baby. I’m huge. But you’ll get there in time.”

  “I will,” he whispered.

  “But for now, just keep doing what you were doing and I’ll show you how.�
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  “Yes, Alec.”

  He opened again and I slid back between those sweet little lips of his. His mouth was so warm, so succulent, that I could already feel the hints of an orgasm rearing its vicious little head inside me. But I pushed it away.

  No, not yet.

  I had to get inside him first. Get a taste of that sweet little tight omega hole that I’d never got a chance to breed—that I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get to claim after losing him once. I was still dying to know what had taken him from me, but right now, I had to do this. There would be plenty of time to talk after.

  Possessed by desire, I snatched him by the back of the head and forced him down on my dick as far as he could go. He gagged again, but I held my dick there, driven wild by the sight of at least half of it down his throat.

  “Just like that, baby,” I told him. “Good job.”

  He gagged again and I pulled out. He gasped for air but had no time to recover. My hands found his hips and tugged. I pulled him right off the couch and onto the ground, then hoisted his torso onto the cushions and pried his legs apart with my knees so he was full wolf style in front of me. I leaned down and cracked him open like a pistachio, pulling his cheeks apart to expose his tight, pink, dripping little hole that was gleaming with his slick. I’d never seen anything more appetizing in my entire life, and I wasn’t about to deny myself any longer. I gripped my cock by the base and pressed my thick swollen tip against the puckered entrance and took a deep breath.

  “Here we go, baby,” I told him. “Time to really make you mine.”

  Chapter Ten

  Paul

  Holy shit! It’s happening!

  That was the last thought that I was able to effectively process before Alec slid his enormous dick inside me. My eyeballs felt like they were ready to explode out of my skull as my body flared with a pleasure I could never have imagined. I felt the sensation of my hole stretching around his impossible girth. It was close to pain, but not quite. It was strangely satisfying, as though it was what I had been made to do, had always known it, but had never been given the chance.