Wolf's Bride (bbw, alpha werewolf)

by Kelly, Carrie

  Taylor’s eyes widened as I reached down and grabbed some boxers. Her heart beat faster and I stopped and glanced at her.

  She didn’t look away. Her chest heaved and her hand shook as she held the remote up.

  I smiled and pulled my boxers up under the towel and let it drop.

  Turning the T.V. off, she crossed her arms over her chest. I could see her nipples harden under the thin material. Was she… turned on?

  I sat next to her and licked my bottom lip.

  “Okay, so what’s our next plan?” she asked.

  Frowning, I ran my fingers over my hair. “Yeah, about that. I was doing a lot of thinking in the car. Unfortunately there’s only two ways to get out of this,” I said.

  “Okay, let’s hear them because I’m obviously at a loss.”

  “Colt’s pretty determined. He doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants. He’ll keep coming after you. No matter how far you run.”

  She plopped backwards on the pillow and huffed. “I can’t afford to run my entire life. I have a career and a home.”

  Touching her hand, I caressed the soft skin. “I’m sorry,” I said.

  She looked at me and blushed. “Why me? I mean out of all the girls out there why choose someone that looks like me?”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Why not you?” I asked.

  “I’m chubby and plain. What’s to like about that? Most guys don’t give me the time of day. They turn their heads and flirt with the beauty queens.”

  “You’re kidding right?” I asked. How could she not know how gorgeous she was? Shocks coursed down my skin and threatened to wake my cock back to life. Her long lashes touched as she blinked.

  “No,” she said and scowled.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I said without restraint.

  Her eyes widened and she pulled the sheets up to her chest. “Don’t humor me,” she snipped. Her full lips still curved into a pout.

  “I’m not humoring you. It’s taking all my self-control not to claim you right now.”

  “Claim me?” she asked.

  I sighed. “Nothing,” I said. Humans worked differently than wolves. If I told her she wouldn’t understand.

  “Why were you with them anyway?” she asked.

  “With the pack?”

  “Yeah, you’re a lot different. You don’t know me but you’re helping me,” she said and touched my leg. Her hand scorched my skin and the fever reignited my entire body.

  “What Colt did was wrong. I’d still help any woman he caught, but you’re special.”

  She pursed her lips. “How would I’ve been any different from any other victim?” she asked.

  I trembled and licked my bottom lip. I shouldn’t tell her, but the wolf inside said fuck it! “Because we’re mates,” I said.

  “What does that mean?” she asked and turned a brighter red.

  “Like soul mates. And for life.”

  She pulled her hand away. “What?”

  I grabbed her wrist. “Yeah, wolves mate for life. We don’t sit around and get to know each other on dates like humans. We know straight off who we’re supposed to be with.” I took a sharp breath. “I’m supposed to be with you.”

  “That’s crazy,” she said.

  I pouted. “Yeah, well, it’s crazy to wait several years with someone and not even be sure if they’re the one,” I said and pulled the sheets down from her with a shaky hand.

  She tensed as I crawled over her. “What are you doing?” she asked, her green eyes like saucers.

  My eyes wondered the length of her body. I shook and bit my lip, but there wasn’t any use. I couldn’t control the urges anymore. I didn’t want to try to control them.

  I leaned closer and listened to her heart beat faster. “I’m going to kiss you,” I said. Then I pressed my lips against hers before she had time to answer.

  Slowly she kissed me back. I parted her mouth with my tongue and tasted her minty toothpaste.

  My cock throbbed and pressed against my boxers. I kissed her harder. Exploring her mouth like a hungry animal. Then I ran my hand over her breasts and she moaned softly. “Fuck I want you,” I growled and pulled her shirt up, revealing her perky breasts.

  “Sam,” she said as her body trembled. She rubbed my chest and caressed one of my nipples with her thumb. “Wow, you’re ripped,” she said with wide eyes as she continued to caress my chest.

  I smiled and leaned down, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. Then I flicked my tongue back and forth over the hard nub.

  She gasped and ran her fingers through my hair. There’s definitely no going back now.

  I pinched her other nub and rolled it in my fingers. Her cries sent delightful spasms down my spine. I leaned up and pulled her shorts and panties down.

  “Wait!” she moaned, but I ignored her and peppered her inner thigh with kisses.

  I parted the folds of her pussy with two fingers and dipped my head.

  “Don’t do that,” she pleaded. Arching her back, she moaned and writhed under my control as I licked her clit. Wiggling my tongue back and forth, tasting her juices. Like heaven.

  “Ah!” she panted and pulled a fist full of my hair.

  I lapped faster and reached down my boxers, taking my dick in my hand and jerking it.

  Her body twitched. Every moan from her sent shivers down my spine. Feeding my need.

  I moved my head back and forth and licked her everywhere, her pussy, like velvet on my lips. I shoved my tongue into her tight entrance and pushed her legs a little wider.

  “Ah! Stop!” she gasped as her moans echoed in the room, but I didn’t relent.

  I wrapped my mouth around her slit and started to suck on the folds. My cock throbbed as I pumped it faster and faster. Then I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my lips, adding as much pressure as I could.

  Moments later she screamed and we both came. Drops of her juices trickled down her cunt and I licked them. Then I leaned back with heavy breaths and wiped my mouth. My own come, stuck to my hand.

  Perspiration beaded on her pale skin and I smiled at my handiwork.

  Flushing, she sat up slowly. “Why did you do that?” she asked.

  I shrugged. “I couldn’t help it. Didn’t you like it?”

  “Yes, but…”

  I got up and fetched a warm washcloth. Then I cleaned up and laid back down beside her. “But what?”

  Biting her trembling lip, she shook her head. “Never mind,” she said.

  I furrowed my brows. Why did humans have to be so difficult? Especially the one that happened to be my mate. I touched her stomach lightly and she managed to look at me.

  Her cheeks brightened again. “What was option two?” she asked.

  I raised an eyebrow. “Huh?”

  “You told me there were two options to get out of this mess. One was be on the move constantly and that’s out, so what’s the next one?”

  “Right,” I said and frowned. She wasn’t going to like it. “Marriage,” I said.

  She sat up abruptly and stared. “Marriage? To whom?”

  I sat up, leaned in and kissed her lightly. Hoping it’d have an effect. “To me,” I said.

  She grabbed her forehead as if she was going to pass out. “What?” she stammered.

  “If you marry me, Colt can’t touch you by our laws. It has to be at a den.”

  She ran her fingers through her hair. The light shone off of her silky hair as she moved it. “That’s insane too,” she said.

  I gritted my teeth. “Really it’d be that awful to be married to your mate?” Dammit! I know it wasn’t her fault. She’s human, she doesn’t understand, but it stung just the same. “Look I’ll give you time to think. You should make your decision tomorrow.”

  “Tomorrow? That’s a lot of time,” she said with sarcasm and crossed her arms over her chest.

  “Well, that’s cause we don’t have much time,” I said and pushed her down. Then I pulled the sheets up to he
r chest. “Get some sleep.”

  Her body trembled and she nodded, staring up at the ceiling with lines creasing her forehead.

  I sighed and clicked the light out. Even though, my gut clenched at the thought of her rejecting me, it wasn’t hard to fall asleep from the exhaustion.

  The next morning I jumped awake and touched the other side of the bed.

  Empty.

  I shot up. “Taylor!” I said.

  Inside the bathroom the faucet came to life and I took a relieved breath.

  She came out. Her hair was messy and her eyes were drooped. Not exactly a morning person, but she was just as beautiful.

  I chuckled.

  She frowned and raised an eyebrow. “What?”

  “You look great,” I said and walked up to her.

  “You’re… weird,” she said awkwardly and brushed past me. Then she took out a hair brush from her purse.

  “We have to check out soon. We could go to the breakfast house down the street if you want,” I said and watched her change clothes. The memory of her taste lingered on my mouth and threaten to wake up those urges. I tried to concentrate on my stomach instead. I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday and the hunger was catching up. Maybe she’d buy breakfast for me – I hoped anyway.

  “That sounds fine,” she said and gathered her things. She glanced up, but avoided eye contact.

  I scowled. Way to go idiot. She probably hates you now. Was she sore about the marriage thing, or what I did to her? Women were so hard to read.

  We drove and sat down in a booth at a pancake house.

  Taylor ordered the grand breakfast with extra bacon on the side.

  I stared and smiled. Don’t know why that was such a turn on. A woman with an appetite.

  “What do you want?” she asked.

  “Oh, um, the same,” I said to the waiter.

  The man raised an eyebrow and nodded. “Have that for you in a bit,” he said and left.

  Taylor bit her bottom lip and stared out of the window.

  “You sure you don’t mind?” I asked.

  She finally looked at me. “It’s no problem.”

  “I’ll pay you back,” I said and ran my hand through my hair.

  Her heart beat faster and I stared. “Do you have a job somewhere?” she asked.

  “No, but I have plenty of money,” I said. I ended up receiving a handsome inheritance after my parents died, and kept the money hidden at the old cabin I grew up in. Colt would’ve taken it in a heartbeat had he known about it.

  She nodded. “Are those men the only family you have?” she asked.

  The waiter came by and set our food down.

  I grabbed two pieces of bacon and bit them in half with my front teeth. “They were,” I said and gulped down some orange juice.

  “Sorry,” she said and forked a sausage.

  “It’s fine. My parents died of sickness when I was young. Colt’s the first pack I joined outside of family.

  “What about other family?” she asked.

  “They’re were too many mouths to feed. Couldn’t take me in,” I said and frowned at the memory. Why was she asking me these questions?

  “I know what that’s like. My parents are dead too and I don’t have any other family besides my uncle.”

  I nodded. “Both orphans then,” I said and worked on my pancakes next.

  She furrowed her thin eyebrows. “I came to a decision,” she said.

  I stopped eating and stared. Here it comes. I’m going to be rejected by the only person I belong with. My mate. An ache filled the pit of my stomach. “And?” I asked.

  “I’ll do it,” she said and blushed. “I’ll marry you.”

  My heart skipped a beat. Wow! Didn’t expect that. She’d really marry me? “Are you sure because it can’t be taken back once it’s finished,” I said. “Ever.”

  “I understand that. The truth is I thought of what you said. About how wolves go on instinct. How people second guess themselves all of the time. Last night I couldn’t sleep. I’d be marrying someone that I barely know, and be forced to live in an entirely different world that I never knew existed until last night. But for some reason you feel right. This feels right, so I’ll follow my instinct,” she said.

  My heart beat like a jack hammer. I leaned over the table, grabbed her collar and pulled her into me. Then I kissed her. Her lips sweet and soft and tasted like maple.

  Her eyes widened as I let her go and sat back down. “We need to find a den,” I said.

  She blushed. “It’d be today?” she asked.

  I nodded. “Wait for Colt to catch up with us?”

  “Right, well no,” she said and finished her breakfast.

  I hurried to the Chevy and helped her inside. It didn’t take long to find a den. There were so many in these parts. We had to make a stop first. Taylor insisted on buying a wedding dress. “Why isn’t what you’re already wearing well enough?” I asked.

  She looked over the door to the fitting room and glared. “Are you kidding? It’s every girls dream to look the best she can on her wedding day,” she said.

  “You know this is going to be nothing like human weddings,” I said and looked over the top. She wore a white slip and I smiled as I checked her out.

  She looked at me and sighed. “Then what’s it going to be like?”

  I scratched my head. “Just different,” I said and pouted. If she knew our traditions she might change her mind.

  I glanced at my watch. Took nearly an hour for her to finally pick one. I dozed and jumped awake as she kicked me.

  “I’m done,” she said and smiled.

  Butterflies flittered in my stomach and sent an ache to my groin. Claiming her was going to be wonderful.

  I drove to a random den. They were all the same, so it didn’t matter which.

  “This is a place to get married?” she asked and crinkled her nose.

  I looked at the small shack like place. “Yeah,” I said.

  “It looks like a bar.”

  “It is on the outside,” I said and opened the door for her.

  She stepped inside with her night bag.

  Three men sat at old oak wood tables and watched us walk by. Every single one of them wolves. I growled and snipped at one. Man’s eyes lingered a little too long on Taylor. He finally turned his head away with a frown.

  Taylor looked at me. “You’re eyes are red,” she said.

  I grabbed her hand and it trembled. “Sorry,” I said and calmed down.

  The man at the desk smirked under a brush of stubble. His blue eyes glowed. What can I get for you and the lovely lady?” he asked.

  Taylor blushed and looked at me.

  “We’d like to elope. You qualified,” I asked.

  “I am Den Master,” the man said. “You prefer old fashioned or modern?”

  Taylor raised an eyebrow and looked at me.

  “Old fashioned,” I said.

  The Den Master ran his fingers through his streaked gray hair and nodded. “Okay, this way,” he said and opened the back door. Then he led us down into the basement with supplies and two other bolted doors.

  “There’s a bathroom there if you want to get yourselves ready,” the Den Master said and pointed.

  Taylor nodded, walked inside and I followed.

  She took her clothes off and I licked my lips. Then she put a slip over her bra and smoothed it down her legs. “You’re not supposed to see the dress, but since it’s different I guess that doesn’t matter,” she said.

  I shrugged. “We both go in at the same time, but I could close my eyes if you want me to,” I said and caressed her shoulder.

  “It’s fine.” She pulled the wedding dress over her head carefully and smoothed the skirt down. “Can you help me zip it up?” she asked as she turned around.

  I stared at her for a moment. Butterflies flittered in my stomach. This was really happening. I’m with my mate and we were making a pact. I leaned in and kissed the back of her neck.
Her body trembled as I zipped the dress up slowly.

  She turned around and smiled. A blush spread across her cheeks. “Thanks,” she said softly.

  I nodded and washed up. I splashed water on my hair and ran my fingers through it. I was kind of a mess at the moment. Hope she didn’t mind.

  She put her hair back and some make-up. When she was done she turned around and I took a sharp breath. “Wow. You’re beautiful,” I said and took her hand.

  Squeezing my hand back, she bit her bottom lip. “You really think so?”

  “Oh yeah,” I said and hoped my cock would remain sober until the end. She took a deep breath and looked around as the Den Master took us inside the left room. The walls and ground were covered with vines and riddled with various flowers. I caught the scent of roses, but they didn’t compare to Taylor’s sweet scent.

  A porcelain fountain stood in the corner of the room, two sculpted wolves loomed over us as water poured everywhere from around them. Even the water smelt sweet. Must be expensive to keep these places up.

  Taylor smiled. The light around us dim and soothing. Different mounds of leaves stood in each corner of the room for guests, but it’s not as if we had any. “It’s almost like being outside,” she said. “It’s really beautiful in here.”

  I smiled. At least she likes it.

  The Den Master entered the altar and sat down on a large pillow. “Take your places,” he said.

  I kneeled down in front of him on a bed of flower petals and urged Taylor to do the same.

  Slowly she fell to her knees. I could hear her heart hammering in her chest.

  I took both of her hands in mine.

  “Are you ready?” the older man asked.

  I nodded and he opened an old book and started reading our vows in an ancient language.

  Taylor glanced up and raised an eyebrow.

  “It’s our old language. Humans don’t know it,” I said and she nodded.

  After the first verse, the Den Master paused and lit two candles. Then he placed one on each side of him. One representing me and one her. Then he continued to read.

  Taylor leaned close, so close I could feel her minty breath on my face. “What are the candles for?” she asked.