Taming The Alpha: A Wolf Shifter Mpreg Romance (Savage Love Book 3)

by Preston Walker

  He needed more.

  At no point in his entire life had he been impatient. He couldn’t understand -and might even pity- people who couldn’t bear to wait for something good to happen.

  Now, all that had changed. He felt the desire to continue, to move on, to make something happen, and it was the most torturous thing he could ever have dared imagine. There was something almost blasphemous about this maddening, nagging sensation in the back of his mind, as if someone was endlessly poking him, prodding him. It was an itch he couldn’t scratch, a word on the tip of his tongue, half-remembered and formless.

  “Ulysses,” Robbie said, complaining aloud. He wrapped his hands around the alpha’s shoulders, tugging on him to try and get his attention.

  Ulysses turned his head to look back at him, his hazel eyes intense and sexual. “Need something?” he growled. The sound of his voice was a burning thing, causing trembles to surge through Robbie.

  Robbie opened his mouth to reply, only to have his lips be devoured once more by a ferocious kiss that left them both breathless, panting.

  “Damn,” Robbie whispered, almost to himself. He clutched harder at Ulysses and tried to press against him even more, though by now this was doing little except make him even more eager to move on.

  “Tell me what you need,” Ulysses growled. He dug his fingers deeper into Robbie’s ass, one of his fingers straying very close to the place where Robbie was beginning to need attention. Yet, no matter how he squirmed and shifted, Ulysses’ touch still evaded him.

  Desperate now to get what he needed, Robbie touched their lips together again and whispered, “You. I need you.”

  That was apparently all the encouragement Ulysses needed, because suddenly Robbie felt his feet leave the ground. A startling sense of weightlessness overcame him and he grabbed even harder at the alpha’s shoulders as he was lifted up in the air, suspended only by one of Ulysses’ arms. He was sitting more or less in the crook of his arm, which made him feel extremely unbalanced.

  Wrapping his arms around Ulysses’ broad shoulders, Robbie leaned in so that he could kiss the hollow of his throat. Ulysses let out a soft groan, lifting up his other hand now to grab onto Robbie’s waist.

  “Where are we going?” Robbie asked, making sure that every syllable sent hot breath puffing against the sensitive stretch of skin in front of his lips.

  Ulysses turned, a dizzying sensation for Robbie, who had no control over the motion, and headed in the direction of the hallway that led to the other half of the house. “Hopefully we’ll make it to the bedroom,” he grunted. “I hope you have stuff.”

  Being a grown man with sexual preferences, Robbie was pretty sure he had the required stuff.

  They made it to the bedroom, somehow, though every moment that passed increased the sense of urgency between them. Robbie could feel the heat pouring off Ulysses, could feel his muscles tightening with anticipation.

  As they passed through the doorway and into the room, Robbie was abruptly aware of further hardening, although this time the sensation was coming from an intriguing place. The arm Ulysses was using to hold onto him was tensing, bicep and triceps going rock-solid, coiling like compressed springs.

  In the next moment, there was another sensation of weightlessness, though this time it was in reverse. Rather than being lifted, Robbie was being dropped, landing on top of his mattress and bouncing around. A startled laugh pulled from between his lips and then he could laugh no more, had no more air to waste, because Ulysses had fallen down upon him and was devouring his lips again.

  Robbie wrapped his legs around the solid body stretched out on top of him, relaxing deep into the kiss and letting his instincts take over while his hands roamed. He trailed a light touch down Ulysses’ spine, then up under the hem of his shirt, sliding along either side of his back. Up and then down again, following the unique contours wherever they would guide him.

  Then, Ulysses lifted his head and gazed down at Robbie and he saw himself in a way he would have never dared imagine, reflected in the other’s eyes. His hair was spread out all over the mattress, like wild tendrils of flame, the desire inside him given form. His own lips were flushed from the force of their kisses, almost bruised by the intensity. His eyes were dark and hazy and yet still so blue, like a foggy lake in the middle of the night.

  “I’m going to make you wish you had never waited,” Ulysses growled.

  The old Ulysses, from the last time they dated, would have delivered this sentence in a mocking way, making it clear that he was judging Robbie for having held off. Now, it was only a husky promise, delivered in the most sincere of tones.

  And Robbie hadn’t just waited to have sex with Ulysses. No, he had waited to have sex with anyone. He had become so immersed in his career, so focused on the kids and the daycares, that his personal relationships had been limited to ones of a purely platonic sort. There had been offers, from strangers, from parents, male and female alike, and he had never taken up on any of them.

  Self-exploration aside, he was a virgin.

  When he came home tonight, this was not something he had been imagining, and now it was the only thing on his mind. There would be no backing down, no second thoughts, no planning.

  Only primal intimacy.

  Robbie hadn’t said anything aloud but that no longer mattered. Their thoughts had connected at some point while they were kissing, and now he could feel Ulysses in his mind, sense his emotions, his actions before they happened; no doubt the alpha could now do the same for him.

  Having heard his internal thoughts, Ulysses straightened up even more than before and then reached down to pull Robbie’s shirt away. There was a moment of darkness and then he was in the light again, having only a heartbeat to get his senses about him before Ulysses had bent down and wrapped his mouth around his nipple.

  A shock of pure arousal jolted through Robbie, making his back arch and his hips raise up. Heat rasped over the turgid peak, and then Ulysses had already moved on, leaving him gasping and shivering and aching for more.

  Rough hands grabbed at his waistband, yanking his sweatpants and underwear down in a single motion. He was exposed, his entire body bared. Everything was on display and there was nowhere to hide, not even if he had wanted to.

  He could have focused on the fact that all his flaws were painfully visible. Everything he had ever felt even vaguely insecure about was here for Ulysses to comment on, as he always had.

  But, Robbie didn’t.

  Instead, he opened his eyes and looked at Ulysses looking at him, and basked in the attention.

  Ulysses looked at him and said, quite simply, “You’re beautiful.”

  Something warm opened up inside Robbie, and it had nothing to do with desire. It was a tender and delicate thing, like the first tulip blooming in spring.

  He had hardly a moment to focus upon the sensation before Ulysses moved again, this time stripping away his own clothes. His shirt came away effortlessly and was tossed aside, revealing smooth skin over sculpted muscles. Here and there was a thin line of scar, flickering like a swift silver fish glimpsed in clear water. A shifter’s body could heal many things without leaving a mark, so these pale, slender lines each held a story. Robbie could only guess as to their origins. Had they been sustained in the wreck? Or had they come before, as part of the wear and tear that every person in the entire world accumulates throughout their lifetime?

  Then, Ulysses struggled out of his jeans and kicked them away, off the edge of the bed. He grabbed the waistband of his boxers with a hand on either side and pulled them down to reveal the bulge of his cock.

  Time seemed to hold still for a moment, and then Robbie looked up at Ulysses and said, “You’re beautiful.”

  Ulysses laughed and the sound was true and rich, filled with amusement and delight and desire.

  He really was beautiful, at least in Robbie’s eyes. Ulysses was shaven, an interesting surprise, and his every exposed inch was glorious, ribbed with bulging blue vein
s. He was clearly swollen to his utmost limit, the red head of his cock oozing with pearly droplets of untamed need.

  “Come here,” Robbie said, pleading, hardly familiar with the sound of his own voice. He reached up, seeking to have their skin pressing together again, and Ulysses went into his embrace again.

  With nothing to separate their bodies now, they kissed and caressed with renewed intensity, fingers roaming, tongues dancing, mouths ghosting from one patch of flesh to the next, until they knew each other completely. Ulysses shifted, and Robbie felt something hot and wet pressing against his aching, pouting, needy opening.

  He gasped, tossed his head back slightly, and then bucked his hips to press himself more firmly against the tip of Ulysses’ cock.

  Ulysses growled, pressing his face deep into the hollow of Robbie’s throat, and then he pulled back. The reluctance with which he did so made it quite clear this would be the last time he was able. “Lube?”

  “In the nightstand,” Robbie gasped, bucking his hips again. He tossed his head back and grabbed for Ulysses’ back, digging his nails in, trying to urge him on. The seconds were growing short. He felt just as Ulysses did, that he was nearing a point of no return.

  Ulysses leaned over and grabbed roughly at the top drawer of the nightstand, yanking it out. Every person has a designated junk drawer and for Robbie, this was his nightstand. As the drawer fell to the floor, all manner of odds and ends spilled out across the carpet. Rubber bands, paper clips, crumpled receipts; practically the only thing left in the drawer was a tube of gel lube. Snatching it up, pressing his weight even more firmly against Robbie, Ulysses brought it back to bed.

  A slight grimace crossed the alpha’s face, abruptly reminding Robbie that Ulysses had been badly injured up until only recently and might still be feeling the effects of the crash.

  And then Ulysses took his own cock in his hand, spreading lube over his length so his taut skin glistened, and the thought jumped right out of Robbie’s head again. His mouth opened with pure, unadulterated admiration for the glorious thing happening right in front of his eyes.

  “Here,” Ulysses grunted, thrusting the tube into Robbie’s hand while continuing to rub the gel all over himself so he was liberally covered.

  The surface of the tube was slick and Robbie nearly dropped it. Then, he realized some of the slipperiness was his own fault. His fingers and palm were clammy from nerves.

  He pulled in a deep breath, tried to center himself and focus only on what he felt, and then he flipped the cap off the lube and squeezed out a large, cold dollop. He rubbed his fingers together to warm the substance, then lifted his knees so he could reach his waiting opening.

  Even though he had warmed the lube, the feel of it still caused a shock to go through his system. He wriggled his hips, breath coming faster, and he started to rub the lube in slow circles around his pucker. He quickly felt himself starting to relax, getting lost in the sensation.

  Little heated trembles shook through him, radiating outward from the point where he was touching himself.

  Growing bolder, he deliberately forced himself to relax more and then pressed one finger harder against his opening. Pressure, not entirely unpleasant, and then he felt his finger enter. Not enough, less than half an inch, but he was satisfied, encouraged, and pressed even deeper, a centimeter at a time until he had his entire finger inside.

  “Fuck, I love watching you,” Ulysses growled.

  Robbie was almost startled. He had been so immersed in preparing himself that he forgot he had a partner in the room with him, to share in this moment. Opening his eyes, he looked up at Ulysses’ face.

  Ulysses was clearly enjoying the show, rubbing and caressing himself leisurely.

  A new sensation unfurled inside Robbie, and he recognized it as something like power. Importance. For all the ways he affected the lives of other people, he had never caused something like this. To be able to inspire such feelings in another man, to be an object of desire, was a thing he never even dared imagine.

  Slowly, deliberately temptingly, Robbie withdrew his finger. He reached for the lube again, aiming to draw out the teasing and to continue to prepare himself, only to feel an immense weight press down on his wrist. Then, another weight on his other wrist, holding him against the mattress. He couldn’t have escaped even if he wanted to.

  “Can’t wait any longer,” Ulysses grunted. His hips moved, his entire body shaking as he adjusted himself to press the tip of himself firmly against Robbie’s opening.

  Robbie whispered, “I’m ready,” and that was the last coherent thought he had for a while.

  Ulysses pressed their bodies closer and closer and Robbie moved with him. They strained toward each other and as they did so, the tip of Ulysses’ cock pushed inside Robbie and then started to go deeper.

  For all that he said he couldn’t wait, Ulysses seemed to be holding back as hard as he could. His entire body shook, his muscles tense as he tried to be gentle. He slid in an inch at a time, pausing and rocking. His hips gyrated gently in a tiny circle as he tried to help Robbie adjust to being filled, until their bodies were locked together, hip to hip, with nowhere else to go.

  There was not as much discomfort as Robbie would have thought, especially not when there were so many other things for him to focus on. The way Ulysses’ textures rubbed against his inner walls, the movements they made together, the pleasure lifting him up to new heights of feeling he had never thought imaginable. He could feel his orgasm building, pressure climbing up his shaft, and the sensation far outpaced anything he had ever reached on his own.

  Suddenly, and with no warning, Ulysses’ control broke. His body shuddered and then his heavy body started to buck and jump, thrusting his cock against that seat of pleasure deep inside Robbie, a place he had been aware of but could never have hoped to reach on his own.

  Crying out, Robbie clutched at Ulysses and rocked with him, meeting his thrusts, and then he completely lost control. Wave after wave of heat consumed his entire body, shaking him, making him cry out again. He couldn’t think, could feel nothing but starbursts of rapturous spasms quaking through him from the inside-out. He was an earthquake, and then he was a quivering, trembling mass of satisfied flesh, hardly able to breathe.

  He could have died right then and would have considered his life to be complete.

  Gradually, awareness filtered back in, like light glancing down through the surface of the ocean when the moon comes out from being a cloud bank. He felt sore and tender in a whole host of ways he would never even have considered possible until just now. This whole sex thing clearly exercised a lot more muscles than he’d assumed.

  I wonder how Ulysses is doing?

  Robbie opened his eyes, though everything inside him demanded he just lie there and fall asleep.

  Ulysses was sprawled out halfway across him, supporting most of his weight on his elbows. He had himself propped up and was gazing at Robbie with a fond smile on his lips.

  Robbie asked, “How are you feeling?”

  Ulysses laughed. “It must have been really good for you if you assume you’ve killed me.”

  Robbie felt a blush rising up his cheeks, but the teasing was clearly meant in a gentle way. “Sorry. I was just…being me.”

  “I figured that. It’s okay.” Ulysses’ smile grew wider, and now he moved, shifting so he fully lay on the bed at Robbie’s side. “I feel good. Real good. Better than I have in a long time, you know? Except I’m not even really sure why.”

  Probably because we just had sex, Robbie thought, but didn’t say aloud. He knew Ulysses meant it as more than just an observation of this moment that was happening right now. Something had changed. Even before they had sex, something had changed.

  “Do you know what I mean?” Ulysses asked, his voice lowering. He sounded raspy, as if he was exhausted, and it occurred to Robbie that the other man hadn’t given an answer about how he was feeling. “You read my poem. I’m not the best at making words happen.”
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br />   Even if Ulysses couldn’t explain what he was feeling, Robbie could feel the same thing deep inside himself. It was thick in the air between them, something intense and yet tenuous all at once.

  “I think,” Robbie said, very slowly, “that maybe we shouldn’t talk about that right now.”

  “No?”

  “We both just went through something that involved a lot of hormones. And I don’t know about you, but I’m really tired. We won’t be thinking clearly.”

  “You’re right,” Ulysses said. His eyelids lowered, allowing for the return of his natural sleepy, sexy look. “Then again, you’re always right.” He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Robbie’s cheek.

  A gentle thrill went through Robbie and he felt a stirring of warmth in his groin. If he hadn’t been so tender, on the verge of becoming sore, he would have suggested they go for round two. After all, they had just only gone through one act. There were more positions, more things for them to try.

  Not now, he told himself. He brought himself back to the conversation at hand.

  “I’m not always right. You know that, because you always let me know when I’m not.”

  Ulysses’ eyes were abruptly shadowed, most of the color leached away by whatever he was thinking. They were only brown now, though still not drab by any means. They were deep, unfathomable. “I’m sorry for that. I should have supported you more.”

  Robbie shook his head. “I’m not blaming you for anything. Let’s just talk in the morning, okay? Do you want to stay the night?”

  A flicker of relief scampered across Ulysses’ face, a mouse trying not to be seen. “I’d sure as hell rather not ride the bus again.”

  “Stay over,” Robbie said, making it less of a suggestion and more like a command. He was hardly anyone to be bossing around an alpha, but he would do it if it was necessary. And now his thoughts were racing, and he was planning ahead despite the fact he knew he shouldn’t. Things might have changed in the morning. “I can put off going to the daycare for a little while. We’ll have breakfast and talk, and then I’ll take you home.”