by C. A. Salo
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Chapter Three
"There's no reason you can't go,” Patty said as she helped sort the books from the order that came in that morning to Alexis's bookstore.
Alexis poked her head up from behind the counter. “I don't even know his last name,” she muttered, handing Patty a next stack. Her pussy clenched just from the thought of Morgan and that damn kiss early this morning. Tired and sexually frustrated, she kept working, hoping it would take the edge off.
"So what? He helped you in the park. He took you to his home, took care of you, and showed up at your door with a designer gown. For Christ's sake, Alexis, be Cinderella for once."
"You don't understand he's ... he's a lukanthropos and an Alpha."
"By the Gods.” Patty sighed dramatically and lifted her hand to cover her heart. “No way. Not a hot stud muffin piece of male flesh. Strike us down where we stand, oh great ones!"
Alexis picked up a paperback and tossed it up at her friend's head. “Asshole, it's a bit more complicated than that, as you well know. So shut-up, fairy girl."
"Well, come on Alex. He's hot, he's rich, he's a damn hero, he's an Alpha, and he's rich."
"You already said that."
"Yeah, he's rich."
"Money doesn't make people happy."
"No, but money comes in handy in this realm, and so does him being an Alpha.” She snorted. “Come on. You know how long it's been since we've both had a good fuck. By the Gods, woman. There's nothing like taking an Alpha to bed."
Alexis shook her head, a smile lining her mouth as she thought about Morgan. Her lips parted with a soft moan as a hot flash of lust streamed through her body. The wind chimes twinkled over the door, drawing her gaze, and she glimpsed a distinguished gray haired man.
"Hi, may I help you?” Patty asked.
"I'm looking for Miss Alexis."
"She's right here.” Patty pointed down.
"Jerk,” Alexis muttered as she rose. “Yes?"
"Miss, my name is Robert. I am Master Morgan's personal assistant."
Alexis tuned in her senses on him but received nothing that suggested he was a lukos. “Okay."
"He sends this as a gift to go with the dress for the evening's events. He apologizes that it wasn't delivered with the dress, but unlike the dress shop, the owner was out of town last night. Thus, he had to wait for the store to open this morning.” Setting a large-sized jewelry box on the counter, he backed up awaiting her acceptance.
"Open it,” Patty said excitedly, fairy dust scattering as she clapped her hands.
Alexis slowly opened the lid to see a teardrop-shaped diamond the exact shade of her golden eyes set in the center of a beautiful diamond choker.
"By the Gods, that must be at least three carats,” Patty choked.
"Four point five total weight; the earrings are one a piece."
Alexis snapped the lid closed, and her hands covered the soft velvet top to still their shaking. “I'm sorry, but I can't accept this,” she whispered.
"But, this is a gift from Master Morgan,” Robert exclaimed.
"I understand that, but I cannot in good conscience accept such a gift as this.” Alexis shoved the box across the counter in his direction and shot Patty a keep-your-mouth-shut look. “Tell him thank you and I appreciate the gesture, but I just can't."
"Oh my."
"Patty, go check the order that's sitting out back.” She waited as Patty slowly walked to the back before facing the man again. “Will he punish you if I don't accept the gift?"
"No, but he will not be happy. Master Morgan has never issued a gift of such to any woman, so I'm unsure about what his reaction will be.” Picking up the box, he lifted his gaze. “The limo will be at your apartment by five-thirty."
Her heart beat frantically as he left the store. What did Morgan want? Why send her expensive gifts? He was an Alpha, which made him aggressive, and Alphas didn't like it when events did not go their way.
"Patty, I need to talk to Val.” She grabbed her purse and took off out the door before her friend could ask a multitude of questions she didn't want to answer.
* * * *
"You shouldn't have come here, Allie.” Jack shut the kitchen door to the house of his master. “The huntress has been sighted."
"Yes, we met,” Alexis snorted as her grandfather turned to meet her gaze and set her purse on the counter. “She came after me in the park the other night after I left here."
"She didn't harm you, did she?” he asked with a ferocity one wouldn't expect from an eighty-year-old man. Then again, Jack was no ordinary eighty-year-old. He was a guardian to a vampire.
After a vampire bit a guardian to be, the guardian's life span slowed considerably. So, how old they were when they were bitten by their master determined their life span. The bite didn't stop the aging process, just delayed the inevitable. Her grandfather, who was actually a distant relative—a human from her father's side—became a guardian late in life. He'd probably live another ten to twenty years.
"No ... I had some assistance.” Clearing her throat, Alexis caught him staring at her intently. He knew she was hiding something from him. “I didn't know at the time, but, um, a lukanthropos Alpha stopped her when she would have killed me. Or at least tried."
"A what?” he shouted, fist raised and shaking in the air. “his cock twitching as she quickly stripped.
* * * *
Morgan glanced up when the alarm went off. “What's going on?” he asked into his earpiece.
"Not sure,” Rafe answered. “The sensors picked up an intruder on the grounds, and then it was gone."
"How could it just be gone?"
"Not sure. I'm on my way to you."
Morgan glanced around as the computerized voice of the inner perimeter being breached came on. “Rafe?"
"It's moving too fast to get a lock."
"Vamps?” Rising from his seat, Morgan grabbed the gun from his back, disengaged the safety as he motioned for the others at the table to rise as well.
"We don't know. It's not holding still long enough to catch a good scent,” Rafe answered as he walked into the boardroom. The men behind him piled into the room and went immediately to protect the ambassadors. “Go infrared, Morgan."
"Lord LeVey, how is it that something can breach your defenses?” Ambassador Ludlow asked.
"Lights going out,” Rafe called.
"Should we change?"
"No,” Morgan answered as his night vision took over. “There,” he said when a fast moving form flashed outside the French doors. His men gave chase, some in wolf form, some human.
"They have a scent,” Rafe said just as red lights started blaring with the computerized voice, signaling an intruder alert. “The manor's breached. Everyone in now,” he ordered and he pulled his gun. “They came in through a top room."
Morgan turned, his gaze swept the boardroom. “Get the ambassadors in the safe room and to the tunnel,” he ordered and turned when one of the ambassadors whispered “by the ancients” and a woman's form appeared against the red lights.
"Huntress,” Rafe yelled and then sneezed.
"No!” Morgan lifted his gun to stop his men. “She's not a huntress.” His eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared as he caught the familiar scent just as she disappeared.
* * * *
Alexis was in half transformation. She didn't need any more.
Smiling when the alarms sounded in the house, she jumped from the wall to the ground. Going to a tree and then vaulting off, nose in the air, she tried to track him. Catching his scent wasn't hard, for it was all over the place.
Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the strongest and took off past the doors in the back of the manor. Turning her head, nose flaring, she found him. A low growl escaped when the guards noticed her, and she climbed up the house to an open window.
She ran along the ceiling faster than the guards could see—if they had bothered to look—until she was outside
the door where his scent was strongest. When the lights went out and the alarm started blaring, she winced at the sound. Opening the door, she stood there listening as he issued orders, gun in hand, until one of them spotted her. She jumped straight to the ceiling while they looked for her below, then let go to land on her feet right in front of Morgan.
"Alexis,” Morgan breathed.
Alexis heard the question in his voice as she growled at him low in her throat. Turning her head, she roared at two men rushing forward.
"No, stand down.” Morgan lifted a hand to his men. “Rafe, stand down."
She took a slight step back. His gaze widened at her choice of clothing as the lights came back on.
"Glorious,” one of the men whispered.
"The Chimera,” another said as Alexis gauged them before turning her attention back to Morgan.
His gaze zeroed in on her lips then rose to meet her gaze. “Why do you have human blood on your mouth?"
"Needed easement.” Her voice was husky and deep, and parting her lips, she licked the blood off them. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips to his, hard. Her fingers slid up to grab him by the back of the head. “Cannot ... cancel when ... I'm expecting a mating."
Alexis breathed heavily, her ears perking to the sounds around them. Turning, she narrowed her gaze at the men staring at them. With a growl, she grabbed hold of Morgan and took off at her excelled speed. She moved past his men before they knew she was there and sprinted to his room where she tossed him on the bed. She stood there, looking down at him, her chest heaving with need as the door finally slammed shut.
* * * *
"He's fine,” Rafe stated as he held up his hand, Morgan's signature flashing on the hand held monitor. “They're in his rooms. Everyone calm down. Ambassadors and Elder Ulse, I apologize for the interruption."
"That was the Chimera, was it not?” Ulse asked.
"Yes, sir. Lord Morgan had to break off seeing her tonight when he received the call you were coming. She's in heat, so I'm assuming if she's promised a mating, it damn well better take place.” He smiled. “I'll have Lord Morgan contact you on the morn. Your escorts will see you to your cars. Have a nice eve, gentlemen."
* * * *
Morgan gazed up at Alexis from the bed as she stood over him, breathing heavily, eyes closed. Never had anyone been able to take him on such a run. No vamp would ever dare, and he was faster than some of the other Alphas from different packs.
"Alexis?” he asked as she stripped. Her turgid nipples stood at attention as cold air hit their sensitive peaks. Slender hips, toned thighs, Gods, he could see the wetness already glistening her pubic hair as she dropped her pants. His cock jumped, hard and ready, straining to get out of his slacks.
Opening her amber eyes to look at him, she extended her fingers until her claws emerged. She grabbed a hold of his ankles and pulled him closer. With one swipe, his shirt fell to his sides.
"You told me tonight.” Her voice was thick with arousal. “Cannot control.” Pain distorted her face, and turning her head, she gulped for air. “Need to mate."
Morgan quickly discarded the rest of his clothing as she transformed completely. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, his eyes heated with lust, and a low purr escaped her throat.
She leaned into him, her nose and tongue sliding along his neck, her teeth nipping him under the jaw. “Will you mate me?” Her voice was low and guttural with the change as she turned to rub her head against the crook of his neck.
"Yes."
Sliding down his body, she stopped at his cock. When her tongue darted out across the head of his erection, her gaze lifted to his. She licked up his length. Morgan's teeth gritted as fire shot from his balls to the tip of his dick. They tightened painfully, drawing up closer to his body, wanting to expel the seed within. Panting, she went down onto all fours, taking the submissive position for him to mount her.
Morgan groaned when her upper body went down and she left her ass in the air. Her mewling told of her need. Stepping off the bed, he lowered his nose to her pussy, her sweet cream encouraging his cock to twitch. Her hips swayed back and forth to fill the air with her scent.
His cock hurt badly from wanting her, but his mouth watered with the want to taste. Morgan moaned as he ran his tongue up one side of her pussy to the other. Closing his eyes, he savored the taste of her juices.
When his canines lengthened, he opened his eyes and grabbed her hip with one hand, his thick cock with the other. He brought the tip to her opening, wetting it with her essence then he thrust in. Listening to her squeal of pleasure, he grunted his own and began riding her hard.
The animal within took over as he plunged repeatedly into her creamy pussy. His fingers gripped the soft flesh of her hips, the tips of his claws biting into her as fur started to grow and cover his body. This had never happened to him when he'd mated before. He'd never started the change.
Growling, he picked up his pace. There was no need for talk. The animal in both of them made this mating as primal as the first mating that ever took place. Sliding his hand down her side, he retracted his claws and found her clit.
Alexis couldn't think as he sent her body tumbling out of control. She'd never mated like this. So animalistic, so primal, so right. She heard his grunts of satisfaction as he impaled her with his huge cock, banging into her so hard his sack hit her labia and her knees lifted slightly. She loved it.
The mind-numbing tingles floated around the top of her head as his claws dug into her hips. Releasing a cry that sounded as she was, between human and cat, her body began to shake, her pussy convulsed around him, and she tumbled over the edge into the welcome oblivion of pleasure.
Morgan gripped her hips and thrust harder, faster, feeling his orgasm coming as his balls tightened. His grunts became a snarl. He thrust deep, his muscles tensed, and hot cum poured into her sheath. Hips jerking, he pumped aggressively until the last of his seed deposited inside her warmth.
Breathing heavily, he spread his legs slightly and rested across her back. Her legs quivered as he wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her up, his other arm holding them up off the floor. When she tried to turn her head, a growl erupted from him and he gripped her by the back of the neck with his mouth. His teeth sank into her flesh. He did not break the skin, but bit hard enough to warn her to stay as she was.
Alexis didn't know how long they stayed upright. She did know without his support she'd be on her face. She'd changed back into her human form, the beast within calm after the much-needed mating. It had been so long since she'd been with a man.
His mouth had let go of her neck, and she wasn't sure if she should risk moving until he did. Having never mated with a lukanthropos, never mind an Alpha, she wasn't sure of the rituals. She'd felt his fur disappear a little bit ago and his breathing return to normal.
His warm breath ruffled the back of her neck where his mouth rested on its side. She turned her head a little and met his gaze. They were human now. Lifting her body forward, she gasped at the sensation of his cock widening within her, making her hold position.
"It's not time yet,” he muttered as he kissed her neck. “Another few minutes, sweet."
"I don't understand"
"After we—lukos—mate, if the female's in heat, we stay together for a half hour. That way we're certain our seed takes root instead of another's.” Moving his hand, he caressed her arm. “You're in heat so my body's reacting to you."
"And when I'm not?"
"Then we can separate if we want."
"So ... you've mated with females in heat?"
Morgan smiled at the twinge of envy in her voice and nipped her neck. “No, I have not so do not be jealous."
"I'm not,” she said defensively, listening to him chuckle.
"Yes, sweet. You are.” He kissed the side of her neck again, and her body trembled. “I've never wanted pups with anyone not my mate."
"I'm not your mate."
"Hmm,” he groaned as he nipped her ag
ain. “On that we will see."
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Chapter Six
After removing his semi-hardness from her warmth, Morgan picked her up and laid her on his bed. “Tell me why you lost control,” he said, brushing the hair off her forehead.
"You said we'd be mating so I let being in heat take control. It's very hard to stop after I give the urge rein. In fact, it's damn near impossible. I went out to the club to see Val and drank a couple shots of blood, hoping that would quench my thirst. It didn't, so he told me to take control of what should have been."
"I should have known the vamp would encourage you to try and take control of me.” Morgan snorted.
"No, what you should have known was not to get me excited and then just ... break off.” Alexis sat up, giving him full view of her lithe frame and swaying breasts. His dick pulsed to life. “I know what happens when a lukos goes into a rut. When you catch the one you want to mate with, you just keep pounding her until the urge goes away. Oh sure, you give her breaks, but a rut can last for days. So don't you tell me I'm acting out of control, mister."
Morgan grinned as she crawled to the end of the bed still mumbling. “Tell me we're going to mate and then have your assistant call me. I don't think so."
Sitting up, he caught her by the arms and tossed her back on the bed to loom over her. “Stop your mumbling, woman.” Lowering his mouth to hers hungrily, he explored the warm depth, tangling with her tongue, until she trembled beneath him. “Now, I didn't know you'd rut like that, or else I would have figured something else out."
"I do not rut. I'm in heat, damn it."
"Horny cat.” He laughed when her chest arched up. “You're mine, Alexis.” Lowering his mouth, Morgan nipped her bare shoulder. “Mine. I better not find you catting around on me."
She grunted as her hand ran over his shoulder. “I better not find you with any bitches.” He grimaced as she dug a claw into his shoulder and drew blood. “You're mine,” she purred and lapped up the red liquid from the pinprick hole. “I'm older and I'm stronger.” Shoving him back, she sat up to her knees and shifted into position for him to mount her again.
