True Alpha

by Alisa Woods

  He carefully used his hard leather shoes to nudge her off her dangling heels and slide her underwear past her feet. Then he boosted her off his lap, setting her momentarily next to him on the bench. He worked furiously to get his pants undone, while she braced herself against the dash and seemed dazed.

  He grinned. “Are you light-headed, my love?”

  “God, Lucas,” she said, blinking and staring out the windshield. “You need to warn me when you’re going to do that.”

  He lifted his hips to slide his pants and underwear to his knees, freeing his aching cock to bob in the increasingly steamy air of the van cab. That finally caught Mia’s attention. Her eyes went wide.

  He reached for her waist. “What would be the fun of that?” He hauled her back into his lap again, only this time, face-to-face. Her hands went to his shoulders, trying to catch her balance while she straddled him.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, wide eyed.

  “Do they teach you nothing in college these days?” he asked with a playful smile.

  She twisted to look over her shoulder out the windshield. “But what if someone one comes?”

  He smirked. “I plan on having at least two someones coming.” With his hands on her hips, he held her up slightly from his lap as he slid down on the seat, working his way into position. His cock grazed her still-dripping sex, and she twisted back to peer down at him, mouth agape. Her hands gripped his shoulders.

  “I can’t believe we’re—”

  He cut off her protests with a finger across her lips. Then he slid his hand up into her hair, holding her there, and gripping her hip with his other hand. He positioned his cock just at her entrance, then peered up into her eyes.

  “Ride me, Mia,” he whispered, as he urged her to ease down onto him.

  Her eyes went a little wider, but she shifted slightly forward, just enough so that she could take him inside her. He couldn’t help the groan that came out as her hot tightness surrounded him. But he didn’t want to just have her ride him—so when she had sunk halfway down his cock, he arched up into her, thrusting hard the rest of the way in.

  She gasped in surprise, but he held her tight in place. God, she feels so good.

  He peered up into her half-lidded eyes, and he knew she felt it, too. This joining together of their bodies—it was what they were meant to do. It was where he belonged, inside her, part of her. They were made for each other, made for this—a holy and beautiful thing that was the perfect joining of more than just their bodies.

  He eased back to the seat, his cock still half buried in her. “Now,” he said, his voice husky with need for her. “You need to hold onto me and hold perfectly still. Do you understand, Mia of mine?”

  Her lips were parted and panting. She nodded, as much as she could with his hand gripping her hair and holding her firmly in place. He felt her grip on his shoulders harden and her body tense around him. He slid his hand from her hips to the heated wetness between her legs.

  She whimpered as he found her swollen nub, still sensitive from when she came before.

  He smiled, then tensed and thrust up into her again. She gasped, and he could feel the tremors running through her body. He thrust again and again, each time stroking her harder with his thumb. She gasped with each thrust, and after a moment, she lifted up and matched his thrusts with downward ones of her own. His moan reverberated throughout the van, a soul-shaking climax building inside him so fast it felt like a freight train bearing down on him.

  His head fell back against the cab seat, and he pounded up into her, holding tight as she rode him and he took her, all at the same time, perfectly matched, perfectly building… until she cried out his name, and he came undone. The pleasure of the release was almost too much, like a wave pulling him under. He was drowning in it, in her, in the fact that he had finally found a way to have her and keep her. His pace slowed, but he kept pumping as long as he could, drawing it out for her. Then the pleasure sunk him, draining the last of his energy. He pulled her down to his chest, still joined together, but now calming. He hugged her, molding her body to his. She shivered with pleasure, small aftershocks shaking her while he cradled her in his arms. Her head tucked into the crook of his neck, and he nuzzled her, finally finding her lips to kiss her softly, again and again.

  “I think,” she said, breathless. “You need to warn me when you’re going to do that, too.”

  His chuckle was low and deep and shook both of their bodies. They relaxed even further into each other, connected and calming. He relished the softness of every part of her, including her long, silky hair on his fingertips.

  “Consider yourself warned, Mia Fiore.” He softly kissed her temple and across her eyelids. “I’m just getting started with you.”

  She shivered. He held her close for a minute, then two.

  Finally, as their bodies began to cool, he said, “Time for me to take you home.”

  All the way to Lucas’s apartment, Mia floated in the afterglow of the most amazing sex she had ever had in her life. Of course, all of the amazing sex she had experienced in her life had been with Lucas, but this was… beyond. Her body was still heated, still thrumming with pleasure, when they eventually parked the van in Lucas’s apartment garage. They held hands on the way to the elevator, and if the gray-uniformed doorman could tell they had just had raging hot sex twenty minutes before, he didn’t show it.

  They hadn’t said much on the ride over, but it had been a comfortable, snuggling kind of silence. She was still in shock somewhat—not because of the hot sex, but because of the words he had said, before, during, and after. He wasn’t going to push her away this time. He truly was hers now. But as they rode the elevator to the 15th floor, a creeping nervousness snuck into her humming body and chilled it.

  They were going to his apartment so he could claim her.

  She wanted it—she knew that was true—but that didn’t stop butterflies from coming to life in her stomach and dancing around like they’d been electrified. Part of her was excited—mainly her wolf, who was running yippy circles in her mind while basking in the afterglow of hot sex with her alpha. And the human part between her legs was still hot, damp, and ready for more of the commanding sex Lucas had been dishing out in the van. Holy hotness. The way he told her what he wanted her to do and just how to go about it… that whole thing had scratched a very, very deep itch inside her. One she wanted scratched again and again.

  All those parts of her couldn’t wait for what would happen in Lucas’s apartment. But as he opened the door and let her go in first, it was the front part of her brain that was revving up the butterflies in her stomach. Would the bite hurt? Would the magic that would bind them together be… strange? A pall hung over her from her submission to Mace. She was far from him now, but that bond wouldn’t be wiped away until the new moon. More importantly, she could still feel the horror of it in her mind: Mace had controlled her in a way that, even now, gave her the utter creeps to think about. And she hadn’t tried to think about it—in fact, she’d pushed it from her mind as much as possible. But as Lucas dropped his keys on the kitchen counter and took her hand, leading her straight to the bedroom, that feeling came rushing back, chilling her.

  Lucas turned, all sexy smiles, and drew her into his arms.

  But he must have sensed something because a frown quickly took over his face. “What’s wrong, Mia?”

  She stared at his chest, frowning. “Just nervous, I guess.”

  Lucas released her and took her hand, leading her to the bed. He sat on it and drew her down onto his lap, sitting sideways. He touched her hair, smoothing it back from her face.

  “I would never hurt you,” he said very softly. “Can you trust me when I tell you the claiming isn’t going to hurt, not really?”

  She couldn’t look him in the eyes, even though he was trying to catch her gaze. “I’m not really worried about that.” And she wasn’t—now that she thought about it, the pain of the bite was the least of her concerns
. It was the magic that worried her.

  “What is it, then?” Lucas asked. “Tell me.”

  It wasn’t a command, but his insistent tone made her drag her gaze up to meet his. There was such love in his eyes that it melted away a lot of her concerns right there. This gentle man, this kind, self-sacrificing alpha, would never let anything hurt her. She knew that, down deep in her bones and in her wolf-heart.

  “When I was at Mace’s…” But then the words got stuck in her throat.

  His frown was dark and dangerous, but she knew it wasn’t for her. It was Mace that made him glower like he wanted to kill something.

  “Did he hurt you?”

  She could tell the words pained him just to say.

  “No.” She shook her head for emphasis. Then she swallowed. “But I submitted to him, Lucas.”

  His shoulders relaxed. “I know. It’s all right, Mia, you didn’t have a choice.”

  She frowned. “I didn’t want to.”

  “I know.”

  “And I fought him.” Her stomach clenched at the memory.

  “I would have been surprised at anything else.” He gave her a soft smile.

  “It’s just that it felt…” Horrible. Awful. Like it was her own fault. Like he was messing with her mind. Like a terrible, wet, heavy blanket on her soul.

  He touched her cheek, bringing her gaze back to his soft brown eyes. “It will be different with us, Mia.”

  A weight lifted from her chest, and she sucked in a breath. “Are you sure?”

  “I promise you.” He cupped her cheeks in his hands and kissed the tip of her nose. “But we can wait, if you want. If you’re not ready.” Pain crinkled the edges of his eyes. It would hurt him to have her delay this, she could tell.

  And hurting Lucas was the last thing she ever wanted to do. As simple as that, her worries fled, like cockroaches before a light. If this would make Lucas happy, would banish the pain from his eyes, then that was all she had ever wanted anyway. And she trusted him with her life… she could trust him with her heart and soul as well.

  She rose up from his lap. His eyebrows lifted as she took his hands and hauled him up, too.

  She reached up to touch his cheek. “Lucas Sparks, I want you to be my alpha.”

  The look on his face was something that would sear into her mind forever: love, need, hunger, and a kind of softness, like she was giving him a precious gift that he didn’t deserve but that meant the world to him.

  And if that were even close to true, she didn’t want to wait one moment more.

  She stepped back and held his gaze while she slowly unbuttoned her silk top. He watched as she dropped the blouse to the floor, then reached back to remove her bra and toss that aside. His eyes darkened, and she could see the lust rise up in them. As she reached back to unzip her skirt, he started removing his clothes as well, first his black silk shirt, then his shoes and pants. In moments, they both stood naked. She could see his chest heaving, but he didn’t move otherwise, just devoured her body with his eyes.

  Then she shifted, and before she was done, he was in wolf form as well.

  He stood proud before her, tail erect, head high, ears forward. She met his gaze but waited for him to command her to submit. She could have done it without the command, but for some reason, it felt important to have it happen that way.

  Submit to me, Mia, my love, he thought.

  Those words, ringing through her mind, lifted her heart in a rush, like a rising hot air balloon taking soundless flight. Her body relaxed, stretching forward with her forepaws and lifting her rear end into the air. She bowed her head, and lastly, tucked her tail down. She felt the bond immediately, like a warm blanket surrounding her—only instead of weighing her down, it comforted her and lifted her up. It was as though Lucas’s strong arms were constantly holding her, keeping her from falling, buttressing her against anything in the world that might ever seek to tear her down. It was a magic borne of love, and it wiped away all her fears. All the memories of Mace and his ugliness faded into the shadows. She didn’t want to move from that position of submission, that invisible embrace, for fear of shattering that feeling of being so completely loved.

  Rise, my love. Lucas thoughts nudged her up from her tucked position, and her heart swelled to see him looking at her with such love in his dark wolf eyes.

  She leaped to him, landing by his side to nuzzle him and lick his face and bump the top of her head into his. He nuzzled her back, and little huff of breath puffed on her face. She was sure he was laughing at her silliness, but her heart was so filled with joy, she couldn’t even begin to feel embarrassed for it.

  He touched the tip of his nose to hers, nudging her slightly back. Shift for me, Mia.

  It was a command, but it felt like a kiss.

  She shifted with such blinding speed that she found herself tumbling to the polished wooden floor of Lucas’s bedroom. He had shifted with her and managed to catch her before she hit, holding her gently.

  “Oh, Mia,” he said, breathless. He pulled them both upright. His hand found her cheek, his burning gaze holding hers. “Tell me you’re ready, my love, because I’m not sure if I can stand one more minute without having you.”

  Her naked body flushed with his words. “I’m yours, Lucas. Always.”

  Mia’s words were an elixir for Lucas.

  He had already been floating on the submission bond—like when Colin had submitted to him, only a hundred times better. A flood of energy filled him from the inside out, enervating his entire body, empowering him in a way that burned him down to the core and then rebuilt him again, stronger, more capable, the true alpha that Mia needed him to be. She would always be his now, and he would fulfill every promise he had ever made to her: to protect her, to love her, to satisfy her every need.

  And now that she was ready for him to claim her, his physical need to have her body pressed against his, to be inside of her, obliterated every other thought in his mind. She stood naked before him, that pink flush all over her now, from the rosy tint on her breasts to the heat in her cheeks. His cock was at attention, aching for her.

  “Climb on the bed, Mia,” he said.

  Her eyes flashed, then she did as he asked. Her rosy skin stood out beautifully against his white comforter, but as she crawled up to the mountain of pillows pushed up against the iron headboard bars, she looked back over her shoulder, uncertain. He would definitely be taking her from behind for the claiming, but first he wanted to pleasure her, make sure she was absolutely ready for it. He crawled across the bed, and when he reached her, he ran his hand across the smooth skin of her back.

  “On your back,” he said, his breath already coming short. “At first.”

  He lifted her hands from the comforter, then pressed them over head, leaning her back onto the pillows behind her.

  “Grab onto the bars and keep your hands there.”

  As she reached over her head to grab on, her lips parted. Her breasts moved with her heaving chest, and the spike in her arousal was like a heady cocktail of pheromones straight to his groin. He grabbed one of the pillows and lifted her bottom to place it under her, leaving her stretched out on a nest of pillows, perfect for maximum pleasure for her and the ability to sink deep inside for him.

  He started with her breasts, heavy in his hands, lavishing his attention in small kisses and nips on one and then the other. She arched under him, and one of her hands drifted down to wind into his hair.

  He stopped. “Hands on the bars, Mia.”

  She sucked in a breath and immediately returned to grasping hold of them.

  He smirked as he returned to nibbling her breasts. It wasn’t that he didn’t want her hands on him—very much the opposite—but her pleasure would build faster this way, her climax would come harder. And then… she would really be ready for him.

  A hand between her legs found her sopping wet. She jerked with need as he touched her, so he gave her what she wanted, at least for the moment, plunging his fingers in
and making her moan.

  “Lucas, please…” There was so much need in her voice, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

  He shifted to position himself between her legs and thrust inside. She cried out, holding tight to the bars like he told her. He angled the pillow beneath her hips so he could sink even farther. His wolf was growling for him to take her hard, so he did. Hovering over her, his thrusts went deep and strong, wrenching small whimpers from her and grunts of pleasure from him with each one. He hooked his arm behind one of her knees dragging it forward and grabbing hold of the bars of the headboard to gain more leverage. Her moans escalated to shrieks, and she seemed desperately close to release, but not quite there. The tension was coiling deep in his belly as well, but he needed her to get there first. He stepped up the pace even further, and that tipped her over the edge. She gasped, and her body convulsed under him, her climax almost bringing him to the edge as well. But he held back, working her body with his thrusts even as he slowed.

  Before she could come down too far, he said, “Now I want you from behind.”

  Her body pulsed from the pleasure Lucas had just wrung from her. She hadn’t thought she could come again, not after twice already in the van, but he had taken her so hard and fast that it had pushed her right over the edge. And now that she was breathless and dizzy, he finally wanted to claim her.

  He slipped out of her, leaving her craving him still.

  “On your hands and knees,” he said. “Hold the bars with one hand.”

  They were commands, and her wolf thrilled to them. Every muscle in her body felt loose and quivery, but she managed to comply, grasping the cold iron bar in one hand, with the other sinking deep into a pillow. Lucas shoved aside the other pillows below her, and with hands on her hips, thrust into her from behind.

  It was without warning, but the new position crashed a flush of pleasure through her core, making her quiver even more. Lucas groaned and started a steady pounding that quickly matched the frenzy that had brought her to climax so fast. She felt his claws come out, gripping her hips, holding her for each slamming thrust. The small pinpricks of pain raced straight between her legs, heightening her pleasure with an aching fierceness. She felt the claws retract and his hand smooth its way up her back. His thrusts were shorter now, deeper, fully inside her and filling her in a way she had only imagined was possible. He was bending over her back, still taking her but threading his fingers into her hair until he reached her head. He grasped a fistful of it and pulled. The slight burn on her scalp again charged her with pleasure as he exposed her neck to him. She could just see him behind her, his face coming closer as he bent to kiss her shoulder.