by Molly Prince
By the time he was done, I was ready for him. Naked and exposed in all my curvy, womanly glory. I had instinctively wrapped my arms around myself and pulled my legs tight together. I liked to tell myself it was out of modesty, but I knew it was more to do with a lifetime of shame.
I didn’t want to be like that anymore. I knew James saw me, all of me, as a beautiful woman and I wanted to be able to celebrate that. To embrace his love of my body and free myself of these inhibitions and insecurities.
It wouldn’t happen all at once. It wouldn’t happen today, but… baby steps. I shot him a coy smile as I lowered my arms, exposing my breasts. I studied his face as I did so, looking for any sign of the disgust or rejection I always feared, but none came. I saw nothing other than adoration and a healthy dose of wolfish lust.
I took a deep breath and unfolded my arms, mustering all my courage and placing them at my sides. I shifted nervously on the counter as a parted my legs, just a little, and let them dangle.
I felt sexy. I felt like an old-school pin-up. Like someone should be taking photos of me. I’d certainly never felt like that before.
I hammed it up by swinging my legs a little and adding a tilt of the head and a coy little come-hither pout. I’d never felt this playful before. I felt like an ingénue, as if it was my first time. And in a way it was.
James’ response suggested that he liked what he saw. His engorged manhood comically bobbing and weaving in front of him as if it had a mind of its own. And it was so damn big. He’d always been big, but this was something else, it looked as if he was about to explode. I glanced up and raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
“Uhhh… it’s been a while.”
He blushed. My big tough stud of an alpha actually blushed. Given the state of his nethers I was surprised he had the blood to spare.
“A while?”
“Yeah, a month or so.”
All those nights I’d lay awake, my stomach in knots as I imagined him getting down with a harem of shifter floozies, and he’d been faithful to me, even after how it ended. I felt touched… and a little guilty about my ill-advised predatory night out that had brought us both here.
I beckoned him with a crooked finger. Come here, come here and get your reward for being such a good boy, for waiting for me.
The silliness and flirting was fun and sweet, especially in light of what we had just been through, but when he picked me up and I felt the heat of his flesh on mine, I was overwhelmed by a familiar intensity. I felt the animal within me rising up, as I forced myself against him, grinding my body against his. He held me high and I struggled against him, desperate to feel his manhood inside me once more. I groaned as I pulled him tighter, flattening my breasts painfully against his chest, his coarse hair dragging against my sensitive nipples.
My groans turned to whimpers as I tried to work myself lower, but he held me tight, swallowing my pathetic cries of protest with an abrupt kiss that became a frantic collision of lips, tongue and teeth when I returned it.
Just when I felt I was about to explode, if he denied me what I needed any longer, he relented. Relaxing his arms and allowing me to drop. I was ready for him and offered no resistance. I threw back my head and howled at the delirious burst of pleasure I felt as he filled me completely.
When he tried to thrust against me, I scissored my legs even tighter, locking them around his waist. I held him there as we kissed again and then I squeezed… once… twice… His eyes glazed over and he exploded inside me, filling me with liquid heat.
I held him, relishing his climax as if it was my own. I held him and I swore I would never let him go.
- X -
Epilogue: Kent
The way James and Carrie kept looking at each other made me feel a little sick. It wasn’t just the lingering looks and the way that James seemed to turn into a puppy dog in her presence. There was jealousy too. Carrie was quite a woman, you didn’t need heightened senses to see that there was something special about her.
I’d thought she was soft, but there was a lot more to her than I’d given her credit for. Faced with the sort of danger that would have most people cowering under their beds seemed to bring out the best in her. That and she was the other kind of soft too… soft the way a woman should be. Soft the way a man liked.
I needed to focus instead of pining after a woman who had clearly found her mate. My matching pair of black eyes helped. The dull throb a constant reminder of the fact that both of them had taken a swing at me.
“What the fuck are you grinning at Teddy?”
Edward had lost a lot of blood. But I’d patched him up and prepared him for transport. Around his waist he wore a thick hoop of stainless steel, like a cross between a chastity belt and a bicycle lock. It was an effective, if not brutal, method of keeping shifters in check. If he tried to get all big and hairy on me, he’d cut himself in half.
“You think you’ve won? You haven’t won. You’re losing this war and you know it.”
I was sick of it. Sick of the war. Sick of the secrets. Sick of shifters.
I held up a syringe, “do you know what this is?”
Edward didn’t respond.
“You see,” I placed a hand on his chest, “I know that the beast is always there, lurking beneath the surface, looking for an excuse to come out. You walk like a man and talk like a man, but you’re really just an animal. An animal trapped in the body of a man.”
He grunted, unimpressed.
“This is adrenaline. Do you think you’ll be able to keep that bear in check when this is coursing through your veins? When every cell in your body is screaming at you, begging you to let loose and release your inner Yogi? Tell me where he is. Tell me where to find him.”
I saw the briefest hint of fear. Edward may have been crazy, but he knew there was no way he could fight it with adrenaline coursing through his veins. He’d shift and he’d die.
“Why are you protecting him? He killed your entire tribe, just like he burned Jimmy’s pack.”
“He did it for our own good. He wanted to make us better. He wants us to take back what we have lost.”
“Tell me,” I sunk the needle into his flesh, my thumb hovering over the plunger, ”Where is The German? Where were you taking her to?”
“He’s not even German you know,” Alistair laughed, the needle bobbing against his arm, but I could tell he was considering it. Cut in half by a glorified hula-hoop can’t be a pleasant way to die.
“What's in it for me?”
- X -
I frowned and tilted my head in Carrie’s direction.
“She stays,” said James
The two of them looked disgustingly loved-up, burrowing into each other on the couch as if they were intent on becoming a single organism.
I shrugged. If that was the way James wanted to play it.
“Edward doesn’t know where he is.”
“He? He who?” Asked Carrie.
That’s why I didn’t want her there. James was the strong, silent type and not prone to interrupting. It made briefings a lot less annoying, as long as he didn’t use my face for a punching bag.
“He. People call him The German. No one knows much about him. James here used to work for him. As did Edward. However, at this point, I think it’s safe to say that he was the one responsible for the fire that burned James’ pack.”
“Oh him. What does he have to do with all this?”
Oh him? I glanced back and forth between James and Carrie. Had they already discussed this? No. James looked as surprised as I did at Carrie’s reaction.
I shrugged, “he’s big on genetics and eugenics and breeding programs and all that. Fancies himself as a scientist. Edward doesn’t know exactly where he is, but he had been instructed to take Carrie to a facility out on the coast. A private hospital. It’s been abandoned for decades as far as we can tell. Edward claims that’s where it all started. Perhaps I can find something there, something to lead us to the German… and perhaps we can come u
p with a better name for him, because ‘The German’, seriously?”
As relayed what Edward had told me, Carrie began to go pale. She clung to James’ arm as if she were about to be swept away.
“I’m going too,” said James.
I shrugged, “It’s a free country.”
“And me, I have to go as well.”
“No!” James and I answered her in unison.
“I have to,” Carrie was shaking, her skin so pale it was almost glowing, “I think I was born there.”
- X -
A Note From The Author
If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading my novella. I’m sorry it took so long, but after the reception the first story I got and how invested people had become in the characters I really wanted to get it right. If you haven’t read Curves for the Lone Alpha then you’re doing it in the wrong order! But you can check it out here, or at your local Amazon if you’re outside the US.
There is a little more action in this one. A little more violence and a little more conspiracy. I tried to keep the same tone as the rest of the story. I loved writing the chapter where Carrie is sharing Miss Derry’s body. That would be just like me if you dropped me in the middle of an action movie... Freaking the hell out!
There are still unanswered questions and I’m looking forward to diving back into the world of James and Carrie and others like them if you want more. So if you do want more, please let me know. Either drop me an email at [email protected], check out my blog (where you’ll find more background information about this world) at http://mollyprince.com/ or sign up for my mailing list at http://eepurl.com/I3UZf for details about upcoming releases and promotions.
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And before anyone points it out… yes, Jimmy still has a hairy chest and my cover model still does not. But look at him! I APOLOGISE FOR NOTHING!
