Alpha Defender

by Terry Bolryder

  She cried out his name as he kept her trapped against his mouth. Her scent, her taste, was amazing. Sweet, heady, his. He knew he could stay there all day, but he could tell from her breathing and the frantic movements of her body that she was close to losing it. All the better. He’d make sure she lost it a few times so that she was good and relaxed when he entered her and gave her what she wanted. She was tight, and this would be her first time, so he’d need to be careful.

  At least, that was his excuse for lingering here at this most delightful place, watching her writhe and scream. He sensed she was just about there, so he reached out to splay a hand over her belly, running a thumb gently over her navel as his lips sucked and his tongue pressed down firmly.

  She came, face darkening with pleasure as she curled up slightly and then threw her head back in an arch, calling his name and moaning with pleasure. He held her legs but lowered slightly so she was comfortable, but she didn’t seem to notice, bucking against him as each wave of pleasure hit.

  “Again?” he asked.

  “Oh gosh,” she gasped out. “Seriously? Is that even possible—?” She caught her breath as he started again. He’d show her just how possible it was. Over and over.

  * * *

  Lacey couldn’t take it. His hands on her thighs. His gaze on her body as his tongue licked her wickedly, teasing and torturing her in the most sensitive of places. He was a bully through and through. She’d asked for one thing and he’d given her another. But it was so wonderful, so freaking amazing, that she thought she’d probably forgive him this time.

  Her body was lifted in front of her, helpless and pleasured, and as he started that slow, nearly painful build again, she didn’t know how she could handle it. But she also didn’t know how she could handle it if he didn’t keep going.

  Was this really Thornton Wilder doing this to her now? The thought was hot but incomprehensible. But even back when they’d clashed, she’d be lying if she said she’d never fantasized about him using his strength on her in other ways.

  Not that she had considered him as mate. She’d always known she couldn’t have a mate. But she’d thought of him. Yes, of those brandy eyes and that amazing body, and that thick hair she wanted to put her hands in. Maybe next time she could be on top, touching him as she liked. But for now, letting him hold her, pleasure her until she was half out of her mind, would do just fine.

  “Thor,” she said. “Thor, Thor, Thor.” She tossed her head from side to side, murmuring his name like she couldn’t help it. It was like she almost wanted to ask him to stop, but then wanted to ask him to never stop, and then just wanted to ask him to do even more.

  Instead, she just said his name.

  Each time she did, his eyes met hers, pleased, and his tongue stroked and laved again, kissing her wickedly, holding her captive, keeping her pleasure rising at his own pace. Her body was reacting on its own, and her wolf was contented and purring within her. It felt amazing. She felt another crescendo coming and ran her own hand over her stomach, the way he had done. He reached for her and took her hand. Then he kept his hot eyes on her, long lashes lowered, and gave her a kiss to beat all of the others.

  She swirled over the brink and into a free fall of pleasure. She barely heard her own scream, and tried to stifle it when she did.

  She couldn’t stop what was happening inside her and she didn’t want to. She raised a fist to her mouth and bit lightly down on it. But then he was releasing her, letting her legs finally fall to the bedspread as he gathered her in his arms. He gave her a kiss and she tasted herself on his lips. Tasted their scents together, felt his tongue slide into her mouth and love her and muffle her cries as she rode out her orgasm.

  His bare, sweat-sheened chest to hers felt amazing. She never wanted them to separate. They were one. He pulled back from the kiss and trailed a finger down from her breast to her navel to between her legs, feeling and testing, and then he put his finger to his mouth and slowly licked.

  Damn, that made her hot.

  “Take me,” she said, writhing and clenching her legs together against the ache rising between them. “Take me, Thor.”

  He nodded. “Soon.” He made as if to raise her legs to his shoulders again, and she put her hands on his arms and stopped him with a growl.

  “No, now,” she said.

  “Princess?” he asked, holding her hands, a battle of wills raging between them.

  “Yes?” she replied.

  “I’m in charge.” He ran his hands in a tingling line down her legs, all the way to her ankles and then her toes. Everywhere he touched felt naughty. Everywhere he touched felt amazing.

  “You’re in charge,” she said huskily, biting the inside of her cheek as he started to haul her legs up on either side of his head again. He was about to kiss her, when she locked her thighs on either side of his head, crossed her legs, and jerked him forward.

  He stumbled and caught himself on both hands over her, and she found the shocked look in his eyes sexy as hell. She slid her legs off his shoulders and rolled out from under him and off the bed. He looked up at her, perplexed, and then a predatory gleam lit his eyes and he started to get off the bed.

  The thrill of the chase ran through her, but she grabbed her wrist wraps and held them behind her back as she lunged back to the bed to knock him on his back. He landed in a huff and before he could recover, she had the wraps looped around one wrist and then over the bed frame.

  He raised an eyebrow and looked from his hand to the bed. Then he yanked on it, expecting it to break. But those were some tough wraps. She grinned and his eyes narrowed as she reached for his other hand.

  “Don’t you dare,” he said.

  But she just laughed and captured the other hand in record time and tied that one to the bed frame as well. Before long his tall, muscular body was displayed below her, his arms tensing as he tested the bonds, his expression dark as he struggled with the fact that he wasn’t in charge.

  “Your turn,” she said quietly, running a finger down his chest, between his massive, cut pectorals, over the deep ridges of his abs. She stopped at his belly button and he sucked in a ragged breath.

  “Let me go,” he said. “I want to please you.”

  She looked up at him, pleasure gleaming in her eyes. “You are.” Then she reached for the zipper of his pants and slowly pulled it down. He groaned as his member sprung free into her hands. She touched it in wonder. It was softer than she had thought, the skin there like velvet. But it was hard as she tested its strength in her hands. And huge. Could it possibly fit?

  She shrugged and continued running her hands up and down the length.

  “Let me go,” he growled, testing the bonds. She heard the bed frame creak but didn’t care. He’d dominated her, made her completely helpless with pleasure, and she intended to return the favor. She leaned forward and licked slowly up the side of his cock. He jerked against her, eyes bulging in shock.

  “Damn that feels good,” he groaned. “Don’t stop.”

  She grinned. She kissed the tip of him and then tried putting him in her mouth. He was too big, but she still enjoyed the feel of it. More than that, she enjoyed his harsh little pants of breath, the way his incredible body tensed under hers. He was used to being in control, taking care of everything, and it was the ultimate power trip to see this powerful alpha completely at her mercy.

  She removed her lips from him and moved up to sit on his stomach so she could trace the shape of his pecs, draw around the indentations in his abdomen. He caught his breath.

  “You’re torturing me. Let me go, and I’ll end it for both of us,” he said.

  She shook her head, waggling a finger. “Nope. Right now, I’m in charge.” She reached up along his bulging arms, cupping his massive biceps. She felt his abs tense beneath her. If he wasn’t tied right now, she’d be powerless to him. She stroked a finger along his cut jaw, and he nipped at it with his teeth. She pulled back, laughing. “Oh come on, turnabout is fair play.”r />
  “You liked my turnabout and you know it,” he griped.

  She turned to look at his hard dick, still standing at attention. “And you seem to like mine.”

  “I like that you want me,” he said, looking at her with eyes hot enough to boil. “But I’d like it even more if I could show you just how much I want you back.”

  “You did,” she said, tracing the arc of his full upper lip carefully. “But if you want me for a mate, you’re going to have to accept that I’m going to be in charge at least some of the time. I am an alpha female, after all.”

  He gritted his teeth and she loved the little flex in his jaw when he did it. “I don’t know, Princess. But I look forward to seeing how it works out.”

  “Who knows?” she said, tracing down his arms again and moving back to take his hard member in her hand. “But right now, I just want to experience you.”

  “You’re torturing me,” he said, when she leaned forward to kiss it again. “Damn, you’re so innocent.”

  “Maybe,” she said. “But I think you like it.” She blew on the wet tip of his penis and he arched, biting his lip.

  “Stop that,” he said. “You can’t foreplay with me like I can with you. There’s only one feeling my body wants, Princess. Me, deep inside you.”

  “That’s not all you seemed to want a moment ago.”

  “That’s the only feeling I want, not the only feeling I want you to want. I want to watch you lose it over and over again, until you’re wet and ready and aching down there for me to take you. Then I want you to come again a few times, until you’re practically begging. And then when I do take you, I want it to be the answer to a prayer. The culmination of hours of aching. I want it to be everything, Princess.”

  She ached at that and writhed uncomfortably, suddenly wanting him free so he could fulfill all of the promises he’d been making. “I’m ready for you now,” she said. “If I untied you, would you promise to stop torturing me?”

  “Never,” he said, eyes gleaming.

  “Then I can’t let you go,” she said regretfully, hating how her body was aching for him. Having him tied was her only bargaining chip.

  “That’s okay,” he said, jerking forward suddenly, her torn wraps falling from his hands. “I’m an alpha male, so I’ll make do.”

  “What?” she asked, gasping as he gripped her hips and lifted her onto his waist again, holding her tightly to him.

  He grinned. “Oh come on, I let you have some fun. I could tell it was getting you off. But the moment you wanted me in control again, my wolf made it happen. I’m an alpha male, Princess,” he said, looking at the bed frame and shaking his hands. “You had to know you couldn’t really restrain me if I didn’t want you to.”

  She blushed, but didn’t care anymore as his hands moved up to capture her breasts. He tweaked the nipples and fire surged through her, bringing her to life in new places every moment. “Thor,” she said. “Take me.”

  He growled. “Normally I’d want to go longer just pleasuring you, but after that little torture session a moment ago, I don’t think I can wait any longer. So I guess you’re getting what you wanted.” He opened a drawer in the bed stand and pulled open a condom, ripped it open, and moved her back so he could slide it on. Then he slid his hand between her legs.

  “Good, you’re wet and ready for me. It’s your first time, so I’ll try not to hurt you, Princess.”

  “I’m nobody’s Princess anymore,” she said, rubbing against him.

  “Then be my queen,” he said. Then he lifted her and slid into her with one firm thrust.

  She gasped and winced as her hips met his stomach, the two of them sealed as one. Her body tensed and she made as if to lift herself, and then relaxed as she felt the pressure turn from slight pain to immense pleasure. “That’s…it’s…”

  “Is it okay?” he asked, shifting slightly.

  She nodded, planting her hands on his chest and leaning forward slightly to change the angle between them. She shut her eyes tight and swallowed. Then she bit her lip. “It feels… so good. I didn’t know…” She bit her lip again. “Oh gosh, Thor. It’s perfect. You fit perfectly inside me. It was so tight at first, I didn’t know how, and then…”

  He watched her, heat rising in him as her breathing increased. It took all of his self-control not to start moving until she was ready.

  Apparently she was ready, because she started to move on top of him. Lifting up slightly and then setting herself over him again. Delicious friction washed over him and she did it again. Another slow, torturous inch. Another widening of her eyes and gasp from her perfect lips.

  She was going to kill him.

  “I’m sorry, Princess,” he said. “But I’m going to need to take this one.”

  “What?” she asked, lips parted.

  In answer, he rolled her under him.

  13

  She gasped at finding herself on the bottom, but was slightly relieved. Aside from the delicious tension of having him inside her, she wasn’t sure what else to do. She was ready for him, her body was ready, but she didn’t know what to do to bring them to completion.

  Luckily, he seemed more than happy to make that his job.

  He looked down into her eyes and ran his tongue swiftly over his lower lip. Then he leaned in to kiss her, taking her mouth deeply, swirling his tongue inside her as he began to move.

  She gasped as he slowly pulled nearly all the way out, leaving her empty, and then slid back in, hilt deep. Her whole body felt electrified by the contact, as if there was a void in her that had never been filled until that moment. Just as she adjusted, he pulled out again, this time a little faster, and then thrust quickly back inside. The sensation was even stronger and she arched against it, her hands twisting in the sheets around them.

  She panted as he continued to stroke. The feeling was incomparable, but it was more than that. His face, strong and handsome, his hands, firmly planted beneath him as he held himself up. If she mated with this man, he would always take care of things, always support her, and never let anything happen to her. She could feel it in his strength and the way he insisted on control when they made love.

  He wanted to do it all himself, and he was completely focused on her pleasure rather than his. It was foreign to her but it was wonderful, and she wanted to slow the feeling building inside her so she could enjoy it a little longer. But she could tell another orgasm was coming and she had no ability to resist it.

  “Thor,” she said.

  “Princess,” he answered, withdrawing and diving deep.

  Her breaths were ragged, torn out of her, and she held on against the onslaught of sensation. “Please,” she said, not knowing what she was asking for.

  He reached between them and stroked gently over the spot that he’d tortured with his mouth before. It was too much sensation combined and she screamed as feeling overwhelmed her. Sheer emotional fire engulfed her as her body tensed up and then released into a waterfall of refreshing pleasure.

  She closed her eyes against it and let her body give into the pleasure he was giving. Then she felt him jerk against her and opened her eyes because she wanted to see this. She wanted to see him go from the pleasure she was giving him.

  His face tightened and his muscles bunched as he jerked against her. The feel of him inside her, going as she went, was incredible. She looked down between their bodies and couldn’t tell where he began or she ended. It didn’t matter, as long as it felt like this every time. As long as he made her forget there was anything in the world except for them.

  As the pleasure abated, she scented the air. The smell of him, the smell of her, the smell of lovemaking, and the smell of the cabin, of wood logs and pine trees and mountain.

  The smell of freedom and pleasure. Two things she’d never had before coming back to him. She let him rest against her and put her hands in his hair, stroking and feeling it as she’d always wanted to. They’d gone as far as they could go without mating. If the condom hadn
’t been there, they’d be permanently and irrevocably one another’s, and the thought made her sort of wistful and sad.

  If only things could be certain enough for that.

  But no matter what, she had tonight.

  He was already pulling out, grabbing a towel to clean off as she sat up slowly, watching him. Damn, that body was something. Tall and tanned and just delicious. And it had just been on top of her. He’d just been inside her. And nothing had ever felt more right in all the world.

  “Thor?” she asked, twisting the sheets in her hands as she waited for him to join her in bed again. He tossed the towel in a hamper and turned to face her, proud and naked.

  “Yes?” he asked.

  I love you, she thought. But she couldn’t say it. It wouldn’t be fair. It wouldn’t make sense. Maybe she was just being swept off her feet by the first wolf to pursue her. By his talk of red threads and fated mates. “Nothing,” she said.

  He grinned and jumped into bed with her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and molded their bodies together, him the big spoon, she the small one. But she didn’t mind being the smaller one when he was around. She knew he’d protect her.

  Just like she’d protect him if it ever came to that.

  “Lacey?” he asked quietly, his strong arms making her feel safe and warm and slightly sleepy.

  “Yes?”

  “I love you,” he said.

  She felt her body freeze against him. Suddenly it was too painful to stay there with him. She pushed away and sat up. Then she stood, looking for her clothing and a new set of wraps.

  “Did I do something wrong?” he asked, hurt flashing in his eyes as he watched her. “Come back to bed.”

  “I can’t,” she said. “I can’t do this anymore.”