The Alpha and His Enemy Wolf: White Mountain Shifters 3

by Carlisle, Lisa

  Yes, now, her wolf urged. He’s ours.

  No, no, no. She couldn’t. Too many conflicting emotions rammed through Mila, a collision course of desires. She couldn’t bear to think of them now and couldn’t struggle against her wolf’s demands. She just wanted to feel him inside her.

  Rafe swirled his tongue along the sensitive area of flesh between her neck and shoulder where a mating mark would go. “Just a taste,” he murmured.

  When he moved away from her, she whimpered at his sudden absence. He kissed down her torso, and then she waited breathless eagerness for his next move with his pleasurable tongue. He licked along the seam of her panties and then he pushed them farther down. Her pulse quickened in her veins as her rapid heartbeat echoed in her ears.

  “And another taste,” Rafe added. He kissed over the drenched fabric covering her sex before he slid her panties off and tossed them to the floor.

  The cooler air of the room contrasted with the heat thrumming beneath her skin.

  He inhaled. His eyelids lowered as his nostrils flared. “You smell so good, Mila. I can’t wait to taste you—and then fuck you all night.”

  “Yesss,” she hissed with a desperate rasp. She couldn’t wait another agonizing second.

  Rafe caressed downward, teasing her with soft butterfly kisses. He moved his head between her legs and licked her inner thighs in a slow, swirling pattern that edged higher, higher. She hovered, trembling and waiting for what he’d do next.

  And then, he finally rewarded her with a long, slow swipe of her tongue. She crumbled against his sheets with a drawn-out sigh.

  Rafe

  Fuck, Mila tasted incredible. In all the times Rafe had wondered what it would be like to be with his mate, he never expected it to be quite so powerful. He was drugged by desire and so overwhelmed by instinct. All he wanted to do was claim her as his.

  The taste of her honey on his tongue was heaven, an addictive ambrosia. Her pleasurable sighs and moans was something he’d never forget.

  He blew air over her slick folds, and she shuddered with a throaty moan. Yes, he wanted more of that, more of feeling her body respond to his every touch. He licked her again and moaned at the exquisite taste. His cock throbbed and his hips rocked forward on their own accord, simulating the thrusts he longed for while buried deep inside her.

  Not yet. Not until she broke on his tongue and shattered beneath him.

  She ran her fingers through his hair. “Oh, Rafe.”

  He alternated between long, slow motions with his tongue or pressing the tip against her sensitive bud. She moaned and writhed beneath him. When he slipped a finger inside her, his cock twitched, eager to slip into her tight channel.

  She arched her body, pressing herself against his mouth as she drew ever closer, uttering incoherent sounds in between each rasping breath. He increased the pressure and the pace. This sensual feast drove him ever more desperate to claim her.

  “Oh. So close,” she muttered. “I’m right there.”

  He intensified the pressure, unrelenting. Mila trembled. Her body rose, and she cried out his name. Sweet honey coated his tongue, and he savored the erotic taste.

  She relaxed back onto the bed with a sigh. He could continue this feast all night, but she pulled back.

  “So sensitive,” she murmured.

  “Mm, you taste even better than I dreamed.” He crawled over her and held his throbbing cock against into her slick folds. “Should I wear a condom?” Although shifters didn’t get human diseases, he could impregnate her.

  “No. It’s not that time for me.”

  Oh, good. Female shifters were attuned to their cycle and the moon. He’d never been more appreciative of that ability.

  She coaxed the tip inside her. “Need you.”

  “Fuck yes.” He drove his steel-hard shaft inside her. Shit, she was tight, yet so wet it didn’t stop him from sinking deeper. “You feel so good.”

  Inch by inch he buried himself deeper into her, pausing to let her body adjust before he continued.

  She wrapped her arms around him and sighed near his ear. “So good.”

  Finally, he was buried as deep as he could go. He had to pause. She was velvet softness and tight, slick heat wrapped in one. An erotic dream come to life with a vivid sensation that almost pushed him straight to climax.

  His hips moved almost with involuntary instinct, as if driven by the need to thrust inside her. As soon as he did, he tangled his fingers in her hair.

  “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Mila.” He covered her face and throat with kisses. “And you feel so damn good.

  She’d never looked more radiant in that moment, caught in the throes of their joined pleasure.

  “Oh, yes,” she screamed, gripping his hips as he pumped inside her.

  With each movement in and out, his thrusts grew more urgent. Something strange was happening inside him, something he couldn’t quite identify. But being joined with her went beyond physical pleasure of sex—it reached him on some deeper level within.

  She dug her fingers deeper into his skin as he slammed into her and then retreated, doing so again and again. The bed creaked beneath them, banging into the wall. He filled her over and over as she tightened around him. Her moans and breathy sighs grew louder. His breaths came out in jagged pants.

  “Oh, Rafe!” she cried.

  He lifted her ass off the bed and adjusted his position to stroke her sensitive areas at this angle. She responded instantly to this new angle and clawed at him like a wildcat. He drilled into her, both of their bodies now covered with a sheen of perspiration. Urgency rose with explosive intensity.

  The tips of her fangs peeked through her parted lips. It renewed the agonizing itch in his gums as his fangs burned with the compulsion to sink into her sweet flesh.

  The urge to bite, to mark, and claim Mila as his mate burned through his body like a rising drum beat.

  They’d be bonded together. Forever.

  No! Neither of them wanted that. They didn’t want to be mated. He couldn’t let one moment of blissful lust distract him. All they just wanted was this physical release—just fuck each other out of their system. He thought it would only take one time, but after this, once would never be enough.

  Her back arched. “I’m right there.”

  “Fuck yes,” he hissed. “Come for me.”

  She clenched so tightly around his shaft his vision blurred. Rays like that of the sun pierced through the fuzziness. He blinked through the pleasurable haze until he saw clearly again.

  “Rafe!” She screamed out his name and dug her nails into his ass. She shuddered beneath him, clinging onto him like she might fall.

  “Oh.” He gasped. “Mila.”

  The tightness pulsing around him was too much, severing any last shred of control. He’d been hovering so close to orgasm himself from the moment he touched her, but the intensity of her climax pushed him over the edge. Volcanic thunder rushed through his veins, surging into his cock and he exploded deep inside her with a feral growl. He dropped his head back and jet after jet of liquid shot out. Thoroughly spent, he lowered himself onto her curvaceous body. Her skin felt as slick as his own, and her heart pounded just as rapidly.

  Nothing else sounded beside their shallow panting.

  When his brain functioned again, he whispered her name.

  “Yes?” She wrapped her arms around him, tracing circles on his lower back.

  “That was…” He searched for a word in his scrambled brain. “Cataclysmic.”

  She laughed. “I hope that means good.”

  “Better than good,” he agreed. “Phenomenal.”

  She sighed. “Yes.”

  After they lay there, sweaty bodies entwined around each other, Rafe’s wits slowly returned. He’d told himself that having sex with her would get the urge out of his system.

  He was wrong.

  Now that he’d had this one chance with Mila, he knew without question that he never wanted to give her up. What
his wolf had told him from the first moment they met her echoed through Rafe’s body with resounding certainty—she was his mate.

  Mila was the only one for him. There could never be another.

  Only one problem—even if his feelings toward her changed, nothing was resolved between their packs. That meant the likelihood of anything between them lasting longer than the week was essentially impossible.

  Chapter 12

  Mila

  In the early light of day, Mila’s eyelids fluttered open. A heavy arm was draped around her naked body. She inhaled Rafe’s scent and her skin tingled. Being here, wrapped in his arms and enclosed in his scent filled her with a comfort she’d never known. Even her wolf finally rested, content, after all those days of pining.

  Mila gazed over her shoulder. Rafe was asleep behind her. His chest rose and fell in slow, rhythmic breaths.

  He appeared so at peace in sleep, no visible signs of the pressures of an alpha weighing on him—pressure that she was partly responsible for. She frowned, displeased with herself for contributing to his distress. He didn’t deserve it.

  What now?

  Last night was supposed to be just about sex. It was supposed to scratch their wolves’ itches, so they could get the desire out of their systems. It had been more explosive than she’d fantasized, and she’d struggled with the overpowering urge to bite him, bonding them together as mates. But she held off.

  With curious lust out of the way, she was supposed to focus on other things, like snooping around his place, searching for anything about him that might be useful to her pack to bring him down. She now knew where he lived and slept.

  With him so vulnerable right now in sleep, she could slip down to the kitchen, grab a kitchen knife and…

  No!

  Her wolf woke in a fearful sweat. Mila was just as agonized. She couldn’t think of anything that horrid. The idea of Rafe in any sort of pain filled her with a pervasive, overwhelming grief.

  She would never, never, do anything to harm him.

  Desperate to banish that vile thought, she snuggled back against him and calmed herself with his heat. His chest rose and fell against her, soothing her with the rhythmic reminder that he was all right.

  Their time together had been phenomenal as he’d described—and it had shattered whatever excuses she’d used to convince herself that she could ignore her wolf’s calling. Mila could no longer deceive herself. She couldn’t tell herself anymore lies that she was here to help her pack, and that she would exploit his weakness for her to gain information. She couldn’t do that to him. Wouldn’t.

  As she’d gotten to know him, those declarations, although once true, became feeble excuses to assure herself that she was still fulfilling a duty to her pack. That truth had slowly shifted to another. She was here because she wanted to be with him.

  And she couldn’t hurt her mate.

  Rafe stirred behind her. He snuggled closer to her. “Good morning, gorgeous.”

  His voice was hoarse with sleep and oh-so-sexy.

  “You’re awake,” she said.

  “I am. How did you sleep?”

  “Great,” she answered automatically, but then considered the question. It was far better than that. Despite her conflict, she felt content, wonderfully content. “You?”

  “So well-rested,” he murmured and nuzzled the back of her neck. “I had you in my arms.” He pressed his erection against her ass. “Mmm, you smell so good.”

  The promise in his hard length sent tingles right through her core. All her thoughts and questions scattered. She melted against his hard body and moved her rear against him in invitation.

  What a promising way to start the day. She turned over her shoulder at him and smiled.

  He flipped her onto her back and she squealed with laughter. When he kissed down the front of her body, from her neck and then to her breasts, she fell silent and waited with breathless anticipation.

  * * *

  Three exceptional orgasms later, Mila sat across from Rafe at the polished mahogany table. He’d cooked up a hot breakfast with pancakes and sausage, while she’d sliced up bananas and brewed coffee.

  His hair was even more mussed up, and he looked adorable. Since he only wore a pair of loose, black, drawstring pants, she had a spectacular view of his muscular torso. It drew her attention even more than the view outside of the mountain waking up for the day beneath bright sunlight breaking through wispy clouds. Birds sang just outside the window.

  “Do you need to go into the office today?” she asked.

  “I do.” His face turned grim.

  “What’s wrong?”

  One side of his mouth curled into a devilish grin. “I’d much rather spend the day here in bed with you.”

  A lick of heat curled within her, rising up to her cheeks. “I could use a few hours to recover.” She flashed him a naughty glance. “Besides, it will give us something to look forward to later.”

  “True.” He stabbed the large piece of pancake and stuck it in his mouth. After he swallowed it, he put his fork down stared at her with a grave expression. “I’m sorry, Mila, but the plan failed.”

  Her heart jolted. She furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?”

  “You said being together might get that itch out of our systems. It did the opposite for me. Because all I want to do is scratch and scratch and scratch.” The mischievous grin returned.

  She laughed. Damn, he nailed her feelings dead on. She bit her lip before admitting, “I know what you mean.”

  He leaned forward and pinned his intense blue eyes on her, appearing far more serious than he had a moment ago. “Did you feel it between us last night?”

  She shifted in her chair. “Feel what exactly?” She asked, although she guessed she knew what he meant.

  He swallowed. “This.” He motioned between them. “The magic that connects us.” He cocked his head and lowered his gaze to her mouth. “I saw your fangs, and I’m guessing you saw mine.”

  She averted meeting his gaze. Her lips twitched as she recalled that almost uncontrollable desire to claim him as her mate. “Yes, I did.” she admitted. She crossed her legs and then uncrossed them.

  “You know what it means.” His voice had a low, sensual undertone.

  She raised her gaze to meet his. He watched her with his intense stare.

  Her lips parted, and she sighed. “But what can we do about it?” She raised her hand palm up. “We only have this short week together. Anything beyond that is impossible.”

  He shook his head. “I disagree. We’ll find a way.”

  Doubtful, she frowned and asked, “How?”

  He stared out the window and then cleared his throat. “We convince your father that we’re all better off living together without forbidden borders. You’re right—all the lands should be free for us to roam, not just limited to territories.”

  A wave of guilt swelled within her. She was supposed to be working with Rafe on a peaceful resolution from the beginning, not deceive him. Things had changed, and she now wanted what he did. Being able to accomplish that task was a far bigger challenge.

  She sighed. “Yes, of course I’ll try, Rafe, but I don’t know how much impact I’ll have on him,” she admitted.

  Rafe leaned back in his chair and smiled at her. “Together, we can do great things, Mila. I’m sure of it.” He reached across the table and squeezed her hand. “We’ll think of something.”

  By the moon and stars, she hoped so.

  * * *

  After he left, Mila roamed around his cabin while the soft sound of classical music played in the background. He’d said he liked to listen to energizing songs in the morning to get him moving and gentler ones at night as it helped him unwind.

  Although he’d said he didn’t trust her, he had to be starting to do so. Otherwise, why would he invite her here and let her stay alone? She could already be searching through all his things, discovering vulnerabilities to help bring him down.

  Inst
ead, she padded barefoot over the hardwood floors and bright scattered rugs to learn more about him. She ran her fingers over books on the large dark wooden bookshelf in his living room. He had a wide array of books on many subjects. The ones that intrigued her most were those focused on the trees, plants, and animals found in the White Mountains. He also had a number of them focused on hiking trails in the region. This collection gave her more insight into him, further breaking the impression painted by her pack of him being a ruthless developer. He clearly had an interest in nature and hopefully a respect for it as well.

  Mila sat down with a few of those books and flipped through them for the next hour. The book on hikes inspired her to take one. She found a guide to the resort on his desk and noted the hiking trails. She left his house and found one nearby that led up the mountain, cutting through various pines, spruces, birches, and oaks. The aromatic scent of the forests soothed her as it always did. She thought through their predicament, seeking an answer.

  She’d fallen for the alpha of an enemy pack. There was no doubt he was her mate. The only problem was that her pack—and especially her father—would never, ever permit that.

  * * *

  Rafe returned to the cabin for lunch. While they ate delicious grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup they’d prepared together, they chatted about their morning and their troublesome situation.

  He gazed at her with admiration in his intense blue eyes. “I think you’re key to bringing our packs together.”

  “How?”

  “You have a relationship with both alphas.” He gestured toward her and then himself. “Maybe you can get us to see sense.”

  A lightness spread in her chest. Rafe trusting that she could have an impact on something so monumental meant something—he believed in her.

  She grinned. “You want me to deal with two stubborn alphas? Talk about pressure. That won’t be easy.”