The Loneliest Alpha (The MacKellen Alphas)

by T. A. Grey

She kissed his neck, hungry for the taste of him. “Good answer.”

  They went at each other. He took care to pull her bra off but the second her tits were free, his hand squeezed one and his mouth found the other. That’s when she lost all coherent thought.

  He picked her up and spoke around her taut nipple. “Bedroom?”

  “Huh?” She was delirious and soaking wet and if he didn’t get inside of her this minute she might explode. Reaching between them, she fought to open his jeans.

  “Where’s your bedroom?” He tugged on her nipple then switched to suck the other one.

  “Oh! It’s…ah, hell, I can’t remember. We don’t need a bed. Floor,” she panted. “Floor is good.”

  Finally she got his zipper down and freed his cock. He was blazing hot and so stiff in her hand. She worked him fast, too eager to do anything else. On a scratchy groan that sent a spark of pleasure down her spine, he caught her mouth.

  He took her down to the ground, removed her underwear and that’s as much as she’d let him do. Thank god that’s as much as he wanted to do because, without taking his jeans off he pushed his hips between her thighs, pointed his cock at her entrance, kissed her, and slammed inside.

  It was hot, fast, and hard. Their lips met and only when his thrusts wouldn’t let them continue to kiss did they give up trying. He buried his face in her neck, kissing and biting her.

  She ran her nails down his back and arched into his thrusts. His cock filled her so full and hard, stretched her tight muscles and made her throb for release.

  “My mate, my woman. Missed you,” he growled.

  She gasped as he grabbed her ass and dragged her into his pounding thrusts. “Missed you too. L-love you,” she panted.

  “Mmm, love you and your tight pussy.”

  Oh god, not the naughty talk again. Just hearing those words come out of his gravelly voice tightened everything between her legs.

  “Oh, yes!” she cried as he hit a good spot and kept hitting it, working it faster and pushing her closer to that climax.

  “Come all over my cock, sweetheart. I want it.”

  And so she did. His words were a command to her body. Her pussy squeezed tight in little convulsions around him and ripped through her body like a wave. The heat burst from her skin making her flush and sweat and scream.

  He was right there with her, pumping into her through it all, groaning. And after she came all over his cock like he wanted, he pushed as deep as he could go and exploded, shooting his hot release inside her.

  As their bodies cooled, they were content to pet each other, kiss each other. They whispered all the things they’d been aching to say to each other for two long, long weeks.

  “I love you.”

  “I want to mate with you, make it real,” Gavin said.

  “Yes.”

  “First thing when we get back home.”

  “Yes,” she said. Home. She missed it. This apartment wasn’t home anymore. It hadn’t been since she fell in love with Gavin MacKellen.

  He made love to her again. This time he carried her into the bedroom and took her much slower. On their sides, he lifted her leg over his hip and entered her on a hot glide. She liked it like this. They got to watch each other. She loved the curl of his steely abs as he thrust, and he watched her tits jostle with each thrust. He made her come twice before finally joining her.

  Finally she had to tell him about why she couldn’t take his phone calls over the past two weeks. About how hurt she’d been and angry at him for sending her home. She hadn’t wanted to talk to him, and then when she really wanted to, she didn’t know how to begin. So she’d focused on work and on fixing herself and being strong for him. She had been waiting, she told him, for the right phone call. The one that said she could come back home because she trusted him and his promise.

  He spanked her ass—hard—for not taking his calls but he said he understood. After a while, he told her about Will and Marcus. That explained the terrible bruises. She wished even more that she hadn’t been forced to leave. He had needed her at his side after such an emotional battle, but at least he’d come first thing to her.

  “You know what I think?” she asked, staring at their entwined hands.

  “What?”

  “I think when we get mated, I know what material I want to use for our mating tether.”

  He kissed her behind her ear, making her smile. “What’s that?”

  “The feathers from the original lingerie I made. I started that piece the day I was sent to you, and I finished it today. They might just be pieces of clothes, but they mean something to me. It was my masterpiece. We had our first kiss in it and just now, we came back together while I wore the new one. When you hurt me, I…I tore it apart. Those feathers, as ridiculous as it sounds, belong in that mating tether as a reminder of the love and the pain.”

  He was quiet for a moment. And then he kissed their joined fingers. “And don’t forget the sexiness. I don’t think I’m ever gonna be able to look at feathers and not get hard, sweetheart.”

  “Oh my god, you are so crazy!” Laughing, she kissed him.

  By the end of the week, Alicia Clarkson became Queen Alicia MacKellen, mate to Gavin MacKellen at a ceremony witnessed by the entire MacKellen pack. Hanna cried. Kaity cried. Jo smirked, begrudgingly. Hart smiled on.

  Alicia and Gavin’s mating tether was made up of black feathers, red flannel from Gavin’s shirt, and strands of their hair weaved into a beautiful rope that would forever mark their love for each other and the beginning of a new life.

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  Book 2 in The MacKellen Alphas Series

  Coming this winter 2013

  His hot breath tickled her neck as he panted. Hanna’s wasn’t much better. A warm smile curled her lips as she stroked his sweat-slicked back. It was amazing how you never really new just how much you missed something until it was gone.

  “Damn, baby, you are wild.”

  Hanna giggled, near to bursting with joy. Tom rolled off her, his pale chest heaving in the dim light. “It’s the lingerie Alicia gave me,” she said.

  He smiled up at the ceiling. “Damn right, you’ll have to get some more of that from her.” He checked the alarm clock and cursed, bounding out of bed. “Gotta get to work or else I’m gonna be late.”

  “Okay, honey.”

  Leaning over, he pressed a chaste kiss to her temple then headed for the shower.

  Hanna lay in the afterglow, or semi-afterglow as it was, feeling both elated and confused. On the one hand, she’d never felt better. Tom hadn’t had sex with her in a long, long time. It was more than a year ago. She’d been nervous that she might have forgotten ‘how’ to do it when she finally took him to bed last night. And then again this morning.

  She hadn’t realized how much she missed holding a man, naked in her arms, their bodies touching, kissing, and feeling, so much until then. It’d almost hurt. Of course, she understood part of that hurt came from the emotional impact of what was happening, of how much trust she was putting back into Tom.

  Please don’t hurt me this time.

  Above all the criticisms her sister Kaity had given her, and her friend Alicia, she’d taken Tom back. This would be the last time. To which Kaity replied, you’ve said that so many times already. Well, this time she meant it. She and Tom had been mated for almost five years. They were coming up on their anniversary in just a few months actually. And while the pain of knowing he’d cheated on her felt like
her heart had been ripped open again and again, she wasn’t a quitter. She wasn’t someone who just threw a marriage away. Marriage was hard work and she was ready to play her part, and finally, Tom was too.

  They’d been dating for two months. That’s how she wanted to do this marriage thing until they got back on the right path, and he’d agreed. He would do anything to get back with her. His words, not hers. So he wasn’t allowed back in the house, though he still had his keys, and they were working on things by dating. Last night, after a particularly great romantic dinner and a long chat on the living room sofa, she’d invited him upstairs.

  Hanna’s brother and alpha to the pack, Gavin MacKellen, had mated an incredibly talented lingerie designer named Alicia Clarkson. She’d once given Hanna a sexy little number and for the first time last night, she wore it. Tom had been wild, all over her. The sex had been frantic and hot…and a little empty on her part. He’d apologized after coming early, grinning and saying that the damn lingerie had been the reason. Hanna didn’t care that she didn’t climax though because her mate was back in her bed, wrapped in her arms like he once had been.

  They fell asleep that way and when she woke up, he was touching her, making her warm and anxious until he finally entered her and did it all over again. Even without the lingerie, he finished early leaving her throbbing between her legs.

  That was fine though. It was. Sex could always be worked on. After all, they hadn’t been together in so long it would take a few tries before they got back into the hang of it. Now that, she looked forward to. She hadn’t had an orgasm that wasn’t self-made in over a year. And she was definitely a woman who wanted her pleasure.

  Tom came back out of the shower, grinning. “Can’t tell you how much I missed that shower. It’s gonna be good to back under it.”

  Hanna’s smile slipped but he didn’t notice as he started pulling on his clothes.

  “Gonna have to get my clothes back here too. Can’t be wearing yesterday’s clothes, right?” He laughed.

  Hanna sat up. “What are you talking about?”

  His faced her, his grin slipping. “Now I’m confused. What are you talking about?”

  “You’re talking as if you’re moving back in.”

  His eyes lost all mirth. “You’re telling me I’m not?”

  Hanna gripped the cover across her naked body. “No, I’m not ready for that.”

  “I just fucked you. Twice. If that doesn’t get me a pass back home, then what does?” He was starting to get angry. God, she hated it when he got angry.

  “Last night was a good start, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to have you back in my life like that.”

  His jaw slid to the side and he chuckled, the sound bitter and angry. He started buttoning his shirt up. “Why don’t you just tell me what I have to do to make you happy so I can do it already? I’m sick of this waiting.”

  Laughing, the sound hysterical, Hanna stood uncaring of her nudity. “Excuse me, but I wasn’t the one who fucked other people.”

  “You just love holding that over my head.”

  “But you did it! I took a huge step in letting you back into my life at all.”

  “And I should what? Be grateful?”

  Her mouth dropped open. With some effort she snapped it closed. “Get out.”

  He let out a deep breath as he finished dressing. After he seemed to get himself under control, he came forward, trying to set his hands on her shoulders but she backed up. His hands dropped.

  “Listen, I’m just a little frustrated, all right? I want to be back here. Permanently, with you. I miss you, babe. Can’t you see that? I had such a great time with you last night and this morning.” He smiled a little, that sly grin of his that always made her want to smile. “I want my woman back and here I had a taste of it and I guess I got excited about it. I just want to be with you.”

  Dang, she felt like an ass. “I’m sorry, Tom, that was kind of out of hand.”

  He smiled and pulled her into a big hug. “I gotta get to work but I’ll call you tonight and we’ll make plans, yeah?”

  Hanna smiled up at him. “Sounds good.” He kissed her quick on the mouth and left.

  Feeling more rejuvenated than after some spa time, Hanna showered and dressed. As she drove into town to finish some shopping, her thoughts strayed to the most unlikely of thought.

  “Who are you kidding, Hanna. You think about it all the time.”

  Right, she thought, laughing at herself. Alex Thompson. The construction worker, the man with a motorcycle, the man who’d punched Tom in the face after she confronted him several months ago…the man who told her she was stupid if she took Tom back and then kissed her.

  That kiss.

  Holy mother…for the rest of her days she didn’t think she’d ever be able to forget that kiss. Months later and she could still recall the taste of his lips, how his mouth felt pressed up against hers hard and hungry, and most of all, she’d remember how he made her feel. With that one kiss, something people share all the time, he’d made her feel like a goddess. Not just any goddess either, but a goddess with sexual power. Her body had come alive, awakening beneath his touch growing warm and excited and aroused. Her body had responded in such a way she couldn’t ever remember happening before—like his touch flipped a switch inside her that hit all the right buttons.

  Her thoughts were traitorous, she knew, to think about his kiss while trying to reconcile things with Tom. But, dang, Tom didn’t kiss her like that. Alex’s kiss had told her a living story—that he wanted to fuck her. Not have sex with her or make love to her, but fuck her hard and dirty. Somehow she didn’t think Alex would let her go unsatisfied in the bedroom. He didn’t seem like that kind of man. At all.

  Shaking her head at her faithless thoughts, Hanna pulled over at the pack’s florist. She’d been wanting a lovely bouquet to brighten up the kitchen lately. Life had been going so well and there was nothing like some pretty flowers to perk it up even more.

  The young woman behind the counter, a local lykaen woman, though Hanna couldn’t recall her name, smiled at her. “Can I help you with anything?”

  “No, just browsing for some bouquets, thank you.”

  “We have some lovely new ones over in the corner. Perfect for spring time.”

  Smiling, Hanna thanked her and went to check them out. Sure enough there were some truly gorgeous flowers. Big, full bouquets with yellow daisy’s, pink tulips, and red carnations intermixed with ivy and baby’s breaths. She picked the one that made her smile the biggest and placed it on the counter.

  “I have to have this one. It’s so beautiful.”

  The woman was beautiful, Hanna realized. Quite beautiful with an angular face, a thin body that was tall and filled out nicely. The kind of body that Hanna had always been envious of. It reminded her of the mannequins in clothing stores. Tall, willowy, beautiful.

  She rang up the order.

  “That’ll be forty-four dollars and seventy-five cents.”

  Hanna handed over her debit card.

  “I’ll need to see your ID with that.”

  “Of course,” Hanna said, passing it over.

  The woman checked the name on the card and the ID and that’s when Hanna’s bright morning came to a crashing halt.

  “Hanna Bower?”

  “Yes.”

  The woman wouldn’t look at her. With shaking fingers, she swiped the card and slid it and the ID back at her as if she could barely stand to touch the plastic.

  Hanna’s blood filled with ice. “Is something wrong?”

  The woman sent her a big, fake smile. “No, not at all.”

  Some things a person just knew, and this was one of those moments. Hanna knew. No doubts or questions or guesses. She knew this woman had fucked her husband.

  “You know my mate, Tom?”

  The woman’s eyes flew wide. “Who?”

  She was a poor liar. “My mate, Tom Bower. You know him.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement.<
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  “I don’t believe I know anyone by that name, ma’am. Here is your receipt. Would you like a bag for your flowers?”

  Hanna stared at her as ice filled her limbs. Even her voice got colder. “When? When did you sleep with him?”

  The woman swallowed and took a step back, not meeting her gaze. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am. I’m not seeing anyone.” She laughed, the sound unsteady. “But if you know anyone who’s single, send him my way.” A fake laugh, fake proclamations.

  “Listen here, I want to know when you were with my husband.” Hanna’s voice shook with restrained anger. He said he hadn’t been with anyone since they started reconciling two months ago. If this woman said before that she could leave with most of her heart still intact…if she didn’t. Well…

  The door chimed as another customer came him. The woman behind the counter couldn’t hide her relief. She wasn’t that good of an actress. “Hello, Mrs. Baker, how are you today?”

  An older woman came toward the counter. She had gray hair, walked at a snail’s pace, and had a hunch to her shoulders as if she couldn’t really hold them up anymore. “Cameron, my girl, looking lovely as ever. Do you have any of those white roses ready for me? I’ve been needing some for my—”

  Hanna’s mind switched off. The conversation became background noise. Eventually she turned and left. That woman, Cameron, had been with her mate. But the question was—when.

  Climbing back in her car, she started the engine and tore off down the road. There were no tears, only a hollow ache. The pain hurt something fierce. Like some ghost was squeezing her heart in a tight fist, cutting off the circulation.

  She wanted to call him and ask, that’d be so much easier than asking him in person, but her strict no-phone usage while driving stopped her from that. Or so she told herself.

  In no time at all she arrived at his work, Union Lab Corp where Tom managed the firm’s larger accounts. She took the elevator up to his floor. Some of the employees gave her a second look. Everyone here was dressed in their suits and she wore a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, obviously not fitting in.