Alpha Devotion: Paranormal Romance Collection

by Lola Gabriel

“Oh, don’t be boring,” Ebony said. “Have one more drink.”

  “I’m sorry, but I really have to split. Another time,” Kevin smiled.

  “It’s still early, you know, Kev,” Jagger said.

  “It’s after midnight,” Kevin pointed out.

  Jagger checked his watch and his eyes sprang open wide in surprise. He had had no idea that so much time had passed by. It felt like they’d barely been in the bar for a couple of hours and it turned out it had actually been over five hours since they’d entered the bar. I must be really having fun with Raven for me to have lost track of the time so completely, Jagger thought to himself with a smile.

  2

  “Raven?” Aria said. “We’re thinking about moving on to a club or something. Are you up for it?”

  Raven Zayne smiled and shook her head slightly.

  “If it’s all the same to you guys, I think I might stick around here and see how things pan out with Jagger,” Raven said.

  “I knew you were into him,” Aria said. “But isn’t he a warlock?”

  “Sure,” Raven shrugged. “But it’s not like I’m planning on marrying the guy. I’m just talking about having some fun with him tonight, that’s all.”

  “Well, if you’re sure,” Aria said.

  “I’m sure,” Raven said firmly before Aria could announce they should all stay.

  Raven knew if they all stayed, she would feel guilty for leaving with Jagger and that was the whole reason she wanted to stay. So that she could leave with Jagger.

  Aria seemed to accept Raven’s words and the girls hugged her goodbye and headed out of the bar.

  “You’re not joining them?” Jagger said.

  Raven smiled and shook her head.

  “No. I thought the company here might be better than the company in the club,” she said.

  Jagger smiled.

  “Well, that much we can agree on,” he said. “But if we’re not going on to the club, then at least let me have one dance here.”

  “You want to dance here?” Raven said, shaking her head and laughing.

  “Sure,” Jagger said. “Look. Other people are doing it.”

  “Other people who are a lot drunker than I am,” Raven pointed out.

  “So, pretend you’re as drunk as them,” Jagger grinned. “Come on. I dare you to do it.”

  Raven laughed.

  “Okay, you win. I’m not one to turn down a dare,” she said.

  They got up and Jagger led Raven out to the middle of the bar where the floor was clear of tables and people were starting to dance. Raven watched him as he led her to a space in the middle of the small crowd. He was lean but muscular—toned, Raven thought the right word would be. She watched his firm ass in his jeans as he walked and she found herself smiling as she imagined herself grabbing it, digging her nails into it as Jagger penetrated her.

  Jagger found them a space and when he turned to face Raven, she took in the front of his body. Nice pecs, not too big, but big enough to be defined. She thought it was likely he would have a great six-pack beneath those pecs too. She smiled at him as she took in his face. He had beautiful, dark brown eyes and dark brown hair too and his smile was just the right balance of cute and confident. Every time Jagger smiled at Raven, it made her want to reach out and touch him, pull his face down to hers and kiss him hard on the mouth.

  Raven started to move to the music, taking Jagger’s joking advice from earlier and pretending to be drunker than she was. She swayed and raised her arms, letting the music guide her movements and she soon realized that she didn’t care anymore whether the other people in the bar thought she was drunk or not. She was having fun and that was all that mattered and if other people judged her for that, then it said more about them than it did about her.

  Raven moved closer to Jagger as she danced and he reached out and put his hand on her hip. She felt electric pulses flowing through her skin where he touched her and she felt her body respond to him as he put his other hand on her other hip and pulled her close against him, his hips swaying side to side.

  She lowered her arms, putting the palms of her hands on Jagger’s chest. She felt the electrical sparks thrumming through her again as she made contact with him. He leaned down, his face moving closer to hers, and she turned her face up toward him.

  Jagger’s lips brushed Raven’s and she felt her breath catch in her throat as her skin tingled. She moved her hands up his chest, over his shoulders, and up his neck. She pushed her hands into his hair and brought his face down to hers again. This time when Jagger’s lips touched hers, they didn’t just brush against them. They pressed tightly against her lips.

  Jagger’s hands moved from Raven’s hips, sliding over her ass and holding her in place against him. She felt Jagger’s tongue slipping into her mouth and she massaged it with her own.

  Finally, they broke apart and Raven found herself panting for air as she looked into Jagger’s brown eyes. She was aware of where they were, of the fact that they had an audience, and she was also aware that she wanted Jagger more than anything. She didn’t know how much longer she was going to be able to stop herself from jumping on Jagger and fucking the life out of him. They had to get out of here, out of the bar and back to her place where they could be alone and do whatever they wanted to do without the fear of going too far beneath the stares of prying eyes.

  “Do you want to come back to my place?” Raven said in a breathy, lust-filled voice that she knew would tell Jagger exactly why she wanted him to come home with her.

  She had never been one to hold back or to beat around the bush. When she wanted something, she went for it, and in that moment, she wanted Jagger more than she had ever wanted anyone. He smiled and nodded his head.

  “I’d love to,” he said.

  He turned and took Raven’s hand and then he led her off the makeshift dance floor and back to their table where they collected their things and drained the last of their drinks without even bothering to sit back down.

  When their drinks were finished, Jagger took Raven’s hand again and led her out of the bar. She stepped out into the dark street, feeling the chill of the night air. Her legs were warm enough in her skin-tight black jeans, but her lacy top let the breeze caress her skin all over. She only lived fifteen minutes or so from the bar, but she had no intention of waiting that long, especially in the cold, and she waved her hand, signaling to a passing cab.

  The cab pulled up to the curb and they got in. Raven gave the cab driver her address and sat back to wait for them to arrive. Jagger sat close to her, so close she could feel the heat coming off his body and she could hardly wait to get him back to her place, to get him naked and inside of her. She had to bite down on her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud as raw desire flooded through her body. She barely dared to look at Jagger, afraid that she wouldn’t be able to control her impulses if she looked at him for too long.

  After what felt like an age, but had been barely five minutes, the cab pulled up outside of Raven’s place. She started to open her handbag to look for her money, but Jagger beat her to it and paid the cab driver. They got out of the cab and headed up Raven’s garden path.

  Her garden was small but tidy, much like her house. It wasn’t anything showy, but it was clean and it was home. Raven unlocked the front door, having dug her keys out while she was looking for the money for the cab fare. She stepped inside and held the door open for Jagger and then she closed and locked the door behind them.

  She could feel her heart racing, her breath catching in her throat. She stayed facing the door for a moment while she tried to collect herself. She wanted to take Jagger straight up the stairs, but she was suddenly worried that would be too forward. She swallowed hard and turned from the door. Jagger was standing barely an inch behind her and as she turned, he wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her full on the mouth. It was all the answer Raven needed as to whether or not taking Jagger up the stairs without even pretending to offer him a drink first was too for
ward.

  She let him kiss her, her hands roaming over his body beneath his shirt. She pulled back after a moment and took Jagger’s hand in hers. Without a word, she led him up the stairs and to her bedroom. Jagger followed her willingly, stopping only once they were in Raven’s bedroom.

  He spun her around, pulling her back against him, kissing her hungrily. She began to undo the buttons on his shirt and when they were open, she pushed it down his arms. He released his grip on her long enough for the shirt to drop to the ground and then he was pulling her top over her head, breaking their kiss and exposing her black silk bra.

  Jagger made a moaning sound low in his throat as he ran his eyes over Raven. She watched him, desire flooding her. She watched the movement in his throat as he swallowed. She could hear his pulse in his throat, the blood pounding through his veins. It took everything she had to hold herself back from biting through his vein and drinking his blood.

  She wanted to do it to bond with him, to feel closer to him. It was the way for vampires. But for non-vampires, Raven knew it could be a little bit freaky and so she resisted the urge. Instead of biting Jagger’s neck, she ran her tongue over the skin, sniffing the coppery scent of the blood just beneath the surface, enjoying the pulsing of his veins.

  She reached his jawbone and kissed over his cheek until her lips found his again. Their kiss was passionate and almost desperate in its intensity. As the kiss deepened, their hands roamed all over each other’s bodies, and their clothes were ripped at, tugged at, and discarded until they stood beside the bed, both of them naked.

  Raven’s clit tingled from her need for Jagger. Judging by Jagger’s huge, hard erection, Raven thought he was every bit as ready for this as she was. He pushed her back onto the bed and she scooted backwards across the mattress. He caught her just above her knees, stopping her from moving further away. He pushed her knees outwards, opening her legs wide, and then Jagger dropped to his knees between Raven’s legs.

  She lay back on the mattress as Jagger leaned closer to her pussy and found her clit with his tongue. He began to lick her from side to side, his expert tongue sending shock waves of pleasure through Raven’s body. She closed her eyes, gasping for breath as Jagger kept working her, applying just enough pressure to keep her clit tingling and pulsing, but not quite enough to bring her orgasm forth. Not yet.

  She shuffled slightly, moving down the mattress, closer to Jagger, pressing her slit tighter against his face. She writhed, moving her hips up and down, desperate to bring her orgasm out. Jagger seemed to sense the desperation in her and he moved his tongue harder and faster on her clit and he pushed two fingers inside of her. She cried out as he rubbed over her g-spot and her orgasm finally bloomed, blossoming through her body and making her tingle deliciously all over.

  Jagger kept licking her, kept pushing his fingers in and out of her pussy as Raven’s orgasm consumed her. It swept through her clit and her core and up into her stomach, and them from there, it spread out through her whole body, making her nerves sing, and making her feel more alive than she had ever felt in her whole life.

  She gasped in a breath as her back arched and her muscles went rigid, forcing her to hold her snatched breath for a moment as the intensity of the pleasure held her in place. Finally, the feeling started to recede and Raven flopped back down onto the mattress, gasping and panting.

  Jagger moved his tongue from her clit and took his fingers out of her. He smiled at her as he crawled up the bed over her. He leaned down and kissed her and she could taste her own orgasm on his lips and his tongue. Raven ran her hands over Jagger’s back and sides as they kissed. She moved them lower, clasping his ass cheeks and kneading them.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed against his ass, inviting him inside of her. He plunged into her, stretching her center and filling her up, making her moan in pleasure as she felt him filling every inch of her core. He began to thrust, hard, fast thrusts that made Raven cry out as he slammed into her. She moved her hips in time with his, bringing him in deeper with each thrust.

  Raven could feel another orgasm building inside of her, and as her desire grew with it, she felt herself losing control. She felt her eyes starting to change, becoming the blood red of a vampire. She closed them, not wanting Jagger to see them and be put off his rhythm. Her gums tingled and she knew she was only seconds away from her fangs bursting forth, and if that happened, she didn’t think she would be able to control her bloodlust.

  She turned her head to the side, trying to stop herself from sniffing Jagger’s scent and the warm coppery goodness of his blood beneath it. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to stay in control of herself. Her desire remained, but the bloodlust passed and Raven relaxed again, enjoying the moment once more, turning her face back to Jagger and kissing him.

  Her orgasm swept over her, sending heat rushing out through her body and making her gasp out Jagger’s name. She tightened her legs around him as she felt her pussy clench around his cock and her whole body seemed to contract at once.

  She called out Jagger’s name again as her center convulsed once more and then she was coasting down from her orgasm, her limbs warm and heavy in a delicious kind of way. Jagger kissed her neck and then he licked down it and kissed across her collar bone.

  He began to thrust harder inside of her and his breathing became ragged as he moved closer to his own climax. Raven felt his cock twitching inside of her as Jagger slammed into her over and over again. She felt his cock going wild, spasming inside of her as he came hard.

  He pressed his forehead against hers, looking her straight in the eye as he climaxed, and Raven felt her heart skip a beat at the intensity of the look he gave her. It felt so raw, so real, to have him drink her in like that as he orgasmed inside of her.

  Jagger kissed her as his orgasm passed and then he pulled out of her and rolled onto the mattress beside her. They lay in place, getting their breath back for a moment, and then Raven moved closer to Jagger, and he wrapped his arm around her waist.

  They didn’t speak. There was nothing to say. Their bodies had done the talking for them, and Raven was more than content to drift off into a relaxed sleep in Jagger’s arms.

  3

  Jagger woke up slowly the next morning, coming up through layers of sleep and then yawning loudly as his eyes opened. He smiled when his yawn was done as he saw where he was and remembered last night. He was in Raven’s bedroom, in Raven’s bed. She was lying beside him, her eyes still closed, and he took a moment to study her while she slept.

  Her pale skin was smooth and unblemished, and with her eyes closed, Jagger could see how long her dark lashes were. They sat on her cheeks, curling up slightly. Her hair was tousled around her face and Jagger reached out and pushed it back slightly.

  Raven’s eyes flickered open. She closed them again as she smiled at him.

  “Good morning,” she muttered, her voice still thick with sleep.

  “Morning,” Jagger said back.

  He leaned closer to her, running his lips over hers. She moaned and began to kiss him back and he knew that for now at least, sleep was forgotten for her. Her arm came from beneath the duvet and wrapped around him as she kissed him hungrily. She ran her hand up his back, making shivers run through him. She put her hand on his shoulder and pushed him onto his back, following him, straddling him, and leaning down to kiss his mouth.

  Jagger ran his hands over her bare back and ass, skimming them over her hips and then up her sides. He wanted to caress every inch of her skin, kiss every part of her, touch every part of her.

  She pulled away from his kiss suddenly and began to throw herself off him. Jagger caught Raven’s wrist, stopping her from running from him. She sat in place across his lap but she kept her head down, not looking at him.

  “Raven? Come on, talk to me. What’s wrong?” Jagger asked quietly.

  Raven shook her head from side to side and then finally, she looked up at Jagger. He was a little bit surprised to see that her iris
es were blood red, but he had to admit they looked hot, and he found the idea of her bloodlust coming over her while she was with him to be really erotic.

  “You’re not running screaming from me,” Raven said with a sad smile.

  “Of course I’m not,” Jagger said. “I knew you were a vampire when I agreed to come here. Why would I be afraid just because your eyes have changed?”

  “Because it’s the first sign of the bloodlust. And I am having real trouble controlling it,” Raven said.

  Jagger pushed himself up onto his elbows and frowned slightly. He was intrigued by the bloodlust, intrigued by Raven. And the thought of her losing control because of him made his cock pulse with desire.

  “What does that even mean? Like you want to drain my blood or something?” he asked.

  “Not exactly,” Raven said. She smiled again and this time, it didn’t look quite so sad. “When vampires get really turned on, the bloodlust comes over them. It basically means I do want to drink from you, but not to eat you. It’s a sexual thing.”

  Jagger nodded his head slowly.

  “I’ve heard of that,” he said. “It’s meant to be awesome.”

  “It is,” Raven said.

  “So why did you try to run?”

  Raven shrugged.

  “It is awesome, but a lot of non-vampires freak out at the thought of it. I didn’t want to see the look of disgust or fear in your eyes when you looked at me,” she said.

  Jagger pushed himself the rest of the way into a sitting position before wrapping one arm around Raven’s waist. He gently stroked her cheek with his other hand and then he cupped her face, pulling her toward him for a kiss. Their kiss was passionate, but it was more sensual than their previous kisses had been, like they had reached some sort of emotional understanding of each other, and Jagger wondered for a moment if this could be turning into something more than a one-night thing. He certainly wanted it to. There was something about Raven that drew him to her like a moth to a flame.