The Loneliest Alpha (The MacKellen Alphas)

by T. A. Grey

  Need…what she needed right now was already in her arms. She ran her hands up his smooth back and chuckled at the oil that slickened her hands. When she grabbed onto his muscles this time it wasn’t to ease pain but to simply hold on to something as his teeth sank into her neck, marking her.

  “Gavin.” Her breathless moan was met by a low groan as he licked at the spot he bit.

  “Been wanting to be with you since the moment I saw you.”

  Suddenly he sat up with those hips pressed tight against her and he grabbed her hips in a sure grasp pulling her hot center tighter against his cock. She watched his face as he watched his hips grind against her. She could see the flare of heat in his eyes, the smoldering possessiveness that roared at their bodies touch.

  “Gotta get these clothes off you. Need to feel your skin.”

  With a tug, he opened the button to her jeans sending butterflies squirming in her belly. He tugged the zipper and then her jeans which were no match for him as he heaved them down and off. Her thick socks went next, followed by her shirt, leaving her in nothing more than one of her matching bra and panty sets. This one was white hip-hugging lace shorts with a white camisole. Great for wearing under heavier clothes and comfortable enough to sleep in.

  Laying back against the bed, his eyes scoured her from head to toe. His naked body was masculine perfection between her legs, a physique of hard muscles that was all man.

  His eyes lingered over her small breasts, her stomach, and her panties—devouring her as if he was imagining all the things he was going to do to her.

  “Gavin, please,” was all she said.

  “You have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that.”

  She couldn’t help but smile at that, but her happiness turned to pure need as he kissed her right below her belly button.

  Stomach trembling, she held onto his oiled shoulders as he trailed his lips up her belly. His nose caught the edge of the cotton camisole. As he crawled up her body, he moved that material up and up until one tit popped free. Her stiff nipple strained to feel those lips around it.

  But he didn’t touch the peak. He trailed those warm lips of his across the bottom swell of her tit and then up and over the swell making her squirm. He made that nipple pull tauter and tighter as he paid attention to every inch of her breast but the nipple.

  “Oh please,” she found herself begging, hips rubbing against him, her breaths ragged pants.

  He grabbed her hips in those big rough hands of his and squeezed, making her realize just how small she was compared to him, how little. He could crush her if he wanted to.

  She threaded her fingers through his hair, trying to steer him to the painful nipple but he refused to move from nuzzling the side of her breast, his dark chuckle tickling her skin.

  Writhing beneath him, she pressed herself against his cock and rubbed. “Please!” Didn’t he understand that she was on fire?

  “What do ya need, sweetheart?” He began working the shirt up over her other tit, freed it and skimmed his lips across the underside of it.

  She opened her mouth to order him to touch her, to scream at him to do something when he finally reached up and pinched her straining peak.

  Oh god! She squeezed her eyes shut as delicious sensations shot like lightning down her belly to her swollen clitoris. Breath stuttered from her lips, her sex throbbed and ass clenched. He rolled the tip, tugged on it as those merciless lips grazed her other breast as if he had all the time in the world to tease her.

  But all too soon the touch wasn’t enough. She needed that wet suction that only a mouth could bring. He continued to tweak that nipple until it grew raw with sensation bordering on pain.

  She whispered his name again, begging. He only laughed at her again, enjoying her misery.

  She couldn’t do it anymore. She was hot and wet, trembling with a very specific need. If he wanted to play these teasing games then she was on board.

  One hand fisting his hair, she reached between their bodies and seized his cock. She fisted it, pumping him, making him groan and his eyes flutter. His hips pumped in her grasp and she didn’t let up. She stroked hard up and down, feeling his smooth skin slide against her palm, but she wouldn’t touch that sensitive tip of him, the best part.

  Then she clasped him, completely unmoving. He made a push up to move over her, his arm muscles flexing as he strained. “Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart. You tryin’ to kill me?”

  “No, but I think you’re trying to kill me.”

  His eyes met hers and they were dark and dangerous. “You want me to suck your little tits? Is that what this is about?” Her breath caught. “Well, baby, all you had to do was ask.”

  Before she could come up with some sharp retort about how he’d obviously been teasing her, he grabbed her tit in his hand and squeezed it. Her breast lifted into prime position and he wasted no more time in pulling the aching peak into his mouth and sucking hard.

  A high keening sound came from her as her body pitched and strained underneath his heavy weight. The nipple had strained for so long that it was ultra-sensitive now making his lips and tongue almost painful in their touch. She panted as he sucked her, as his tongue circled her and laved at her and his lips enclosed the peak and pulled.

  Between her legs she ached. Her fist squeezed his cock in meaning. “I need you.”

  Some of his control was slipping because he lost his intense patience. With a quick bite to her nipple, he lifted up and crashed his mouth down on hers. He slanted his head and dove his tongue inside. She was like an eager submissive just waiting for her master’s permission, and she’d just received it. She kissed him back hard and hot and wet. All the pent-up passion inside her went into that kiss.

  He moved slightly off to the side of her and she pumped his cock in warning not to go too far, but then she stopped working him, stopped kissing him back. Because he touched her stomach and slipped his hand down, down, beneath her panties, inside them. She was no longer able to kiss him as all of her concentration went to that hand. He kissed her cheek, jaw, neck.

  He dipped his fingers over her. Shuddering, he bit down on her neck, releasing her only to growl, “Fuck, you’re wet.” He tugged her panties down to her ankles and pulled them off

  “Mmhmm,” she agreed. It was the closet to words she could summon.

  He dipped his fingers over her, her slickness making the slide easy. He rubbed over the top of her soft folds. Never dipping inside, simply teasing her throbbing clit and aching channel.

  She spread her legs in offering and he kissed her chin as those slippery fingers delved further, touching parts of her that sent electric fire all the way down to her curling toes.

  He kissed her collarbone, the top of a tit. His finger nudged her clitoris with a gentle swipe. He kissed beneath her breast, above her naval. He pressed a finger against her opening, slipped inside enough to tease.

  A kiss against her right hipbone made her arch against him, gasping as she fisted his hair in handfuls. A lick against her left hipbone and her thighs parted as his shoulders fell between them. His finger pulsed just ever so slightly moving, making her yearn for his whole length, for something to fill her. Something hard and big. A kiss to her mound, another to her inner thigh. She was breathing loud now. He pointed his tongue and pressed it at the top of her folds and pushed down over her swollen bud like a spear. Her thighs squeezed, feet digging into the bed and then he finally, finally thrust his finger inside her.

  It was almost complete; her pleasure consummate. She trembled so close on the precipice of climax. Trembling with uncontrollable need, she rocked against his pointed tongue. But then he softened his tongue to lap at her, licked her all up on a guttural groan. A sexy, satisfied sound that made her pulse skip a beat. That finger became two, stretching her muscles and giving her the twinge she nearly needed to fly apart.

  He kept her straining against him for far too long. She couldn’t recall time or the passage of it. He lapped at her, sucking on her
folds, spearing his tongue inside her, and alternating between gentle circular passes across her hard clit and swift stabs.

  Only after she sobbed and sweat drenched her body in a fine sheen, and she pleaded with him did he finally relent—did he finally allow her to come.

  He worked her tight slit finding that hot spot deep inside her and coaxed the tidal wave from her by clamping his lips over her clit and flicking mercilessly. She didn’t just come—she exploded in the greatest pleasure of her life.

  She was still riding the peak when she watched as he climbed over her, grabbed her thighs and spread her open to him. He looked rough and sexy, the most erotic sight she’d ever seen. His lips were wet, eyes crazed with need. His cock had turned dark with color, his balls a tight sac pulled up close to his body.

  He held her thighs open for him and then his cock nudged her slit. There was no waiting, no more teasing. He’d reached his breaking point. And so had she.

  She knew it because he didn’t linger, but breathing hard, he began to slide inside her. Long unused muscles stretched to accommodate him, and all of her concentration went to this one act. Their first joining. He was so hard to her soft walls, pushing past them ruthlessly, yet with gentle command at his persistence.

  They both cried out as he filled her completely. He held himself in that position for only a moment before he tipped his head back and started thrusting like a man out of his mind with need. He speared into her body with pure masculine abandon. He towered above her in his gorgeous form, his throat exposed, sweat covering his sinewy body.

  On a groan, he looked down at her with hooded eyes, head canted to the side, lips parted. Oh yes. Gavin was a sexy beast when pleasure consumed him.

  Grabbing hold of her hips, he quickened his pace taking her harder, faster, pounding into her. He hit some magic spot that made her chest flush and sex clench around him. He watched where he plummeted into her, eyes possessive, hips swinging hard. Flesh slapped against flesh in a primal meeting.

  His gaze fell to her bouncing tits and as if unable to help himself he covered one with his big hand, squeezing as he pounded into her.

  “Gavin,” she gasped.

  Her sex tightened around him, twitching as need rushed through her. He tugged on her nipple and it was almost enough but not quite to set her off. Unable to help herself she reached down to touch her aching clit. His eyes widened, rapt on her moving fingers.

  His thrusts got harder. “Fuck, baby, do it. Touch your pussy.” His cheeks darkened with color and she knew he was close. So was she.

  Watching him watch her, she rubbed her wet clit. It was all she needed because her muscles coiled into strained knots and unleashed in one forceful surge. She cried out as rippling waves tore through her.

  Groaning as those tremors squeezed his cock, Gavin planted one arm on the bed and hammered into her, riding it through. He shouted, a barked cry as he thrust in deep and held himself there. His cock grew bigger it seemed as hot jets pulsed inside her, culminating their release together.

  Her mind was JELL-O for the next few minutes. Their lips met and the kissed softly, both breathing raggedly. He lay down beside her as they both caught their breath and the sweat dried from their bodies.

  Her mind eventually turned on again. Thoughts came to her. She realized she needed comfort…or something so she rolled over and tossed limbs across his body. He accepted the touch and turned his face into her hair. It felt…no, she wasn’t ready to go there yet. She could only process one thing at a time.

  And right now she was replaying the best sex she’d ever had in her life. A thousand times better than sex with Robert and that had been good. Or so she thought. She wanted to laugh at herself for thinking she’d once had ‘good’ sex. Oh, how wrong she’d been.

  Not only that, it’d been more. There’d been a feeling to it she wasn’t sure she could describe, a desperate desire to be as close as possible to him. This was how it could be between two people. Two lovers. This wholeness that made her warm and safe. What they’d just done had been more than sex. Oh god, she was turning into a sappy woman now that equated physical touch with sex.

  He must have felt her tense because he sought out her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

  Shit, she realized. His face was a blank mask, probably ready for her to shut him down in a moment. How far from the truth that was.

  “Actually, nothing’s wrong.”

  She cupped his cheek and pressed a kiss to his mouth. He didn’t kiss her back for a moment but when he did, he really did. He leaned into it, pushing her back into the bed and following her down as his tongue dipped inside.

  Bam! Bam! Bam!

  “Holy hell!” she said, nearly jumping out of her skin.

  Gavin jumped out of bed at the knocking. He began pulling on his boxers faster than she could blink.

  “Stay here.” His face looked tense, eyes troubled. Late night callers were always bad news, Alicia knew this. As he headed downstairs, she pulled his shirt on and tiptoed to the top of the stairs to see who was there.

  It was Hart. The lykaen detective had a cut at his top lip and his clothes looked rumpled. He spoke too low to hear but whatever he had to say made Gavin’s hands curl into fists.

  Hart glanced up and spotted her. His eyes narrowed and she glared right back. What right did he have to narrow his eyes at her like she’d done something wrong? At the sight of her glare his lips quirked up into the damn MacKellen smirk. That telltale sign was going to drive her nuts.

  He lifted a hand in a wave. “Nice shirt.” She blushed, seeing as she was wearing Gavin’s shirt and his brother obviously noticed. He totally knew they just had sex, for the first time. Not embarrassing at all…

  With another sharp look at Gavin, he turned and left.

  She went to him, wrapping her arms around him. She could feel the tension deep in his bones. “What’s wrong?” Please don’t let it be another murder.

  “Will left.”

  “Left? But I thought you said he was under watch?”

  His eyes were flat. “That’s the problem. He slipped his watch. They sent out an alert to find him, but no one can find him in the pack. He’s gone. It’s my god damned fault.”

  She shook her head, confused. “What’s your fault?”

  “His anger. I should have…I don’t know, made him talk to me. Now he’s running. He must have seen the guard. He probably thinks we’re all turnin’ against him. Ah, fuck. I gotta go search for him.”

  He pulled out of her arms and jogged upstairs, she right behind him. “Surely he’s safe, right? He isn’t a kid.”

  “He’s only nineteen,” he said, voice gruff. “He’s angry at me. I need to fix this.” He started dressing and for some reason this all felt so wrong. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, smelling his warm scent in his shirt but taking no comfort in it.

  “Are you sure that’s the right thing to do? Maybe he needs some time. Or maybe he just snuck out to be with his friends or a girl.”

  He shook his head, certain.

  “Well, let me get some clothes. I’ll help you.”

  He stilled from tugging a clean shirt on. “I think you should stay here. Get some sleep.”

  “Sleep? I’m not tired after…after what we just did and now this. I’m pumped. Let me help.”

  His eyes narrowed in contemplation but then he shook his head. “I can’t let you do that. Not with all the strange accidents that have been happening.”

  “You’re saying it’s not safe for me to leave this house even with you by my side.”

  His jaw clenched and she knew she was really starting to make him mad. Well, so what. She could help, better than twiddling her thumbs here alone. She saw the blank look come over his eyes and new his answer.

  She wasn’t going to have any of that. Hands snapping to her hips, she leaned forward. “Listen here, you say you want a mate, you bring me here. I soften up, no matter how much I don’t want to, and then we just had…the greatest sex in my wh
ole damn life and now you want to leave without me. This from the man who told me, several times that he wants to mate with me. Mate as in be together forever, have babies, run a pack. That’s a big goddamned deal, Gavin, and here I must be the stupid one, because I’m fucking considering it like a nut job. Meanwhile, the first dose of trouble we get, you relegate me to stay home while you go out and play Alpha. If this is what it’s going to be like for real, then I’ll pack my things and go.”

  A very long stretch of silence passed after her rant. A rant in which she’d said things she never, ever meant to say aloud. However, there was no taking back those words. He’d heard them, every one of them. Silence entombed them.

  A dark look flashed in his eyes. He started toward her and she stood tall, not backing down. And then he caught her up against him and his mouth came crashing down to hers, lips pressing hard. He nibbled at her mouth and she opened for him. The kiss turned wet and sensual. He pulled back all too soon, leaving her teetering after him for more.

  “The greatest sex in your whole life?”

  She couldn’t even open her eyes after that kiss. “Mmhmm,” she said.

  His arms held her so close, so tight. “You’re really wantin’ to mate with me then, be with me and stay here?”

  Now her eyes opened. She swallowed hard, afraid to say the words and afraid not to. All she needed was to think back to her life before him, before she met the MacKellens and she had her answer. “Yes, I do.”

  A shuttered look passed over his face and then he buried his lips against her neck and picked her up, half-twirling in a circle as he held her. “Sweet, beautiful woman. You make me whole again.” He took her mouth in a sweeping, heady kiss that rearranged her thoughts until she wasn’t sure of her own name. He smiled down at her, his scarred face the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. “Let’s go find my brother.”

  And they went, together.

  CHAPTER 21

  If there was a best way to wake up in the morning, then it was definitely with Gavin MacKellen’s face buried between her legs making her sweat and squirm.