In Need of an Alpha (Interracial Paranormal Shifter Romance)

by Aaliyah Andrews

  Evan thrust inside of my tight, swollen slit. His cock broke me, unwound that tension bearing down on me and tossed me mentally across the table. His size stung me, but it was only a transient pain.

  My pussy gaped to try to fit more of him inside. He pressed firmly on my walls. My pussy tried to suck him in deeper. I rolled my hips to bring him closer. He kept me pinned with a firm hold on my shaking thighs.

  “How stupid of me to miss out on this pussy before.”

  Evan shoved his cock in all the way. There was a throbbing pain as he struck me at my end. His huge cock filled me, seemed to expand with his arousal. Our heat mingled inside, erupting, until he pulled out, and it dissipated, only to devour me again when he went balls deep.

  He fucked me deep and hard to my core with each thrust. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge. He wasn’t even going fast, not yet, but his cock hit these delicate grooves inside me that I never had pleasured before.

  I had a vibrator, but that fun was contained to my clit. Sometimes I would put a finger or two inside of myself, but this big, white cock taking me and grooving over my sweet spots like that was something else entirely. It wasn’t even in the same league.

  “Fuck, you’re big,” I gasped.

  “And I’m going slowly.”

  He smugly grinned down at me. Just how easy was he being with me? I noticed a slight twinge and his nostrils flared as he rushed inside of me again. He picked up pace. My pussy was winning him over, I could tell. He might try to fight it, but eventually Evan would come for me.

  I wasn’t complaining as he drove deeper, crashing into me, slapping his thighs against mine. Harder, faster, he swung inside of me. He pushed a hand underneath my ass and perked my pussy up so he could pummel me to the full extent of his power.

  That huge alpha conquered me. I surrendered to him. The pleasure crashed over me in waves and I was powerless to fight it.

  “Yes,” I screamed.

  Evan saw I was on the verge of coming and placed a finger to my clit, rocking it in motion to his thrusts. I came and a giant wave of bliss took me under and covered me. He slowly kept stroking me while the high unleashed.

  My hands scrambled for anything to cling onto. Evan’s hands caught mine and bound them to the table.

  He kissed my neck as I came down from that epic orgasm.

  “Fuck, you destroyed me.” I tried to budge my hand to swipe a stray hair, forgot he pinned it down, and instead jerked my head to the side to get it in place.

  “I’m not done.”

  Evan still had his fingers over my clit. He remained inside of me, but didn’t move. He slowly circled my clit. His calling motion brought me back from the depths of my orgasm.

  I expected him to keep fucking me like that, slowly, using me until he came, but I should’ve known that I could never figure out what Evan would do next. He pulled out of me. Another rush hit me, followed by the craving for him to fill me again.

  He grasped my ankles and pulled me over the edge. My feet hit the ground and he caught my hands as I attempted to right myself. He did it himself then spun me around so I faced the desk. Bending me over, he raised my ass in the air and pointed my pussy to his tip so he could shove himself inside again.

  That wolf would claim me as his mate and take me like an animal, fucking me doggy style in our conference room. Lust consuming him, he thrust inside of me, not caring about my sensitivity. He thrust until the end of me, stuffing me again, then he rushed in and out, building that euphoria inside of me with each thrust.

  His warm, full balls smacked against me with every ramming of his stiff cock. It wouldn’t be long until he released.

  “Any time I ask, this pussy will be mine. I can’t let you get away from me, Amber.”

  I planted my arms, a great place to whimper and hide my moans, but I needed to look behind me to see that great white cock rushing inside of me. That contrast of our colors looked so sexy that I wanted to come again. The rush overwhelmed me and I needed to turn back around.

  “You’re the perfect package.”

  Evan snatched my hair. He wound his fingers through it, holding it tightly but not snagging it. He could pull me back, raise my ass up higher, and take me deeper. He ravaged me. He fucked me so hard that I couldn’t even moan. Air pushed out my lungs and escaped my gaping mouth.

  “Give all of that pussy to me.”

  He tamed my pussy and it did as he commanded. It squeezed and sucked and tried to get him to my delicious end even faster

  I slammed my ass back. He groaned in approval at my curves bouncing to his ravaging. My whole body rocked to his primal beat. I managed to squeeze my hips and he lost it. I was so proud of myself in that moment, but it didn’t last long. Evan’s cock twitched and he growled deep from his chest.

  I tried to peek a glance as he unleashed. I saw his eyes close and his lip curl in a satisfied, shocked smile, but then I lost it as well. I came with him.

  “I’m—” I tried to warn him, but it never happened in time. The orgasm swallowed me up and spit me out a broken, jiggling mess. Ears ringing, my eyes shut, and seeing stars, I tried to focus on what was happening, but all I could focus on was the euphoria. All I knew was that it felt good and that I was smiling.

  When the buzzing stopped and the orgasm finally decided to let me go, I managed to seal my lips shut. I’d been smiling and moaning while I came. Loudly. Evan remained inside me. If he wasn’t there, it felt like I would’ve went through an existential crisis, because having Evan inside me at that moment meant the world.

  He twitched inside of me. It must’ve been the last dribble of cum. My pussy did one last twinge, asking for it. It jolted me and I shifted, which jiggled my ass at the end of his dick. Evan groaned and let out a pleased chuckle at the sight.

  “I don’t want to take my dick out, but it’s got to come out sometime.” Evan pulled out. All those heavenly inches left me. I flipped over and scooted my ass onto the table so I could pant and cool down.

  I should’ve been running for my clothes if I was thinking about self-survival, but I couldn’t get over what Evan made my body do.

  “I could live with doing that for a living.” I beamed up at him with a full, wide smile. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a smile that stretched from ear to ear like that, one which hurt, it was so wide. Probably a more innocent, less cynical version of me would be capable.

  I guess that was me now. With Evan, I was happy. Carefree.

  It was a strange feeling, but damn, did it feel good. I wanted to make sure that it would last.

  I darted for his chest. My hands crawled up to claw at his shoulder. I leaned in and begged for him to be honest. His cock, now without the condom, brushed against me, and it made me want to have his seed inside of me. I wished we could’ve fucked with the condom off. We could’ve, technically, since I was on the pill, but I didn’t want to do it the first time, not when Evan seemed content with putting it on.

  “You’re not going to leave me, are you? After we just met, if you don’t come back to me, I don’t know, Evan. You already have me crazy, but I’ll be even crazier. I don’t know if I could take it if you don’t win tonight.”

  “After having that sweet pussy of yours, I don’t think I’m going to lose. I had all the motivation I need.”

  “How romantic.” Hell, I’d take a compliment about my pussy, why not? He saw my smile, brushed his thumb over my chin, then kissed me.

  “I’m coming back to you.”

  I tilted away. I believed Evan, but I still worried. Things were just getting good for me. I had hope in my life, a reason for living besides work and bills. That was unusual.

  “I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow,” I told him as I pulled on my skirt.

  “Go. Have the day off.”

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can. I’ll cover for you. Take it as a gift from your soon-to-be new boss.”

  I nodded to him. I slipped my blouse on and straightened my hair. I
still probably looked a mess, and I certainly wouldn’t be walking straight, but I needed to leave the room. Leaving early might be a good idea.

  Evan’s glare told me that I didn’t have an option. He expected me to leave. I suppose I didn’t really have a choice. If Evan wasn’t going to win the duel, I wasn’t going to be able to handle the job. I was all the way in with him.

  I walked over to my alpha, gave him one last kiss, then made my way to the elevator to leave work early, thanks to my soon-to-be new boss...I hoped.

  Sleeping wasn’t easy. I juggled between two main emotions: extreme happiness and extreme fear. Being with Evan was mind-blowingly awesome, the best sex I could ever hope for, but with it came the chance that it might never happen again. The next morning, I would know if I had a fulfilling life with the sexy shifter of my dreams or if I’d have to hand in my resignation and live a life of grief.

  I kept myself bundled in my sheets. My apartment wasn’t very big, and I could hear the upstairs neighbors banging around, but I had a sleep machine trying to drown them out with the sound of crashing waves. Not even the lull of the ocean could keep me calm.

  I tried to analyze my relationship with Evan. I tried to look at it without emotions. We had a very good shot at making it last. I didn’t think he treated me like I was a one-time thing. He treated me like I was his mate. If that was true, I would be missing out on a lifetime of joy with that sexy shifter, and that wasn’t just me jumping to conclusions.

  I had been sure about it before we even kissed. After that hot, passionate sex, I was convinced that we were meant for each other.

  Frustration boiling over, I threw the blanket off me with a huff.

  I grabbed my phone and texted my friend, Aimee, two floors up in the same apartment building, and hoped that she would be awake.

  “Hey, you awake?”

  She texted me back quickly. She was good like that. “Of course. What’s up, girl? Isn’t it your bedtime?”

  “Exactly. I’ve got a problem. You know it’s a problem because I’m usually on point with my bedtime. I don’t miss it.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  I should’ve texted her sooner. My plan earlier was to put Evan out of my mind for the night. I would try my best not to turn into a nervous wreck about the challenge. If I invited Aimee over, I would talk to her about it, and that would feed the nervousness. Now I had no choice. I needed someone to talk to. I was already a nervous wreck.

  “There’s a guy at work. We had sex. What are you doing?”

  The text came back quick. “What do you mean what am I doing? I’m coming down there right now!”

  Ten minutes later, I received a knock on my door from Aimee. She brought me a gift of lo mein she picked up on her way home. We sat on my bed and got into position to eat and talk. I sat with my legs crossed. Aimee slurped down a tall coffee while she stretched out on her stomach.

  “Why are you awake?”

  “Nope,” she said, and she took another huge gulp. “You don’t get to ask the questions. I get to ask the questions. Since when do you talk about a guy? And you already had sex with him? These questions belong to me.”

  “Just wondering why you’re getting all amped up at midnight.”

  “Studying. It’s going to be an all-nighter. This is just the break I need.” She waved me on and took another sip. She eyed me closely. “Go on.”

  “It’s Evan from work. He made a move.” I paused. The memory of what he did to me played out over my body; his kissing, his caressing, his deep, passionate fucking. I could fan myself if Aimee wasn’t studying me.

  “We had sex in the conference room.”

  “What?” She jumped up and danced. She took my hands and made me dance with her, which I didn’t really want to do. I just did it to placate her. Mostly I was laughing.

  “Do you want me to continue? Let me sit down and eat this lo mein, please. Don’t keep me from the lo mein!”

  I sat my ass back down. She simmered but kept herself poised to jump up again.

  “He took me into the conference room. I thought we were going to get fired, but I guess no one cared, or no one said anything. If they try to say something tomorrow, they might be out of luck. He might be the new boss.”

  “Woah, what? Evan is going to be your boss?” She put her coffee down on the nearby bed stand. “I might not study much tonight.”

  “I’m promising you this won’t last long. I can’t keep both of us up.”

  “What’s happening to your old boss?”

  “Evan’s a shifter. He’s going to take over as head of the pack, and head of the company, but he needs to challenge my boss. If he wins, he gets the company. If he doesn’t, well, it’s death. He said this would be a nasty fight.”

  “This is all happening so quickly. My head is spinning. Yours must be ready to fall off.”

  “Yeah, it’s all been overwhelming to say the least.” I slumped over with a dour expression. I wished I could’ve snuck in some coffee, but I didn’t want to stay up. That kick of caffeine would make me feel better, though.

  “So what happens if he wins? Have you thought about that? I heard that shifters, once they get a mate in mind, they claim her, and then they’re never seen again. Having him as your boss could be like giving up your life.”

  “I haven’t thought too much about that...losing my freedom.”

  Aimee patted me. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a downer. It sounds hot. Kind of scary, but kind of hot too. I’m sure you’ll be fine. I just want to be able to see you again.”

  “I understand your worries. Trust me, I do. When I’m around him, I feel so vulnerable. It’s crazy. I’ve had guys who tried to do that to me, but none of them has succeeded until Evan.”

  “You’ve got to be careful.”

  I nodded. “This is why I need to talk to you, Aimee.” My head did feel like a mess.

  She took a slow sip of her coffee. “Do you think you’ll be able to work for him?”

  “Maybe. Maybe not. I’m going to see what comes of it, though. It’ll be better than working for Lyndon.”

  “That’s for sure.” Aimee gave me one last bit of advice. “I would either work for him or fuck him. One or the other. You don’t want to mix the two. Things could get complicated. I don’t think shifters know how to be denied, so if you keep denying him while at work and he wants to get up your skirt, he’s not going to like it.”

  “You’re absolutely right.”

  Aimee smirked. “Now with that warning out of the way, you need to go into all the details about sex in the conference room.”

  I leaned back onto the pillows, took a deep breath, and began to tell her. I tried to be as vague as possible, but with Aimee, that wouldn’t happen. I didn’t need to get myself worked up again. Being aroused was certainly better than being worried, however.

  After my overview of our conference room romp, Aimee leaned back, rubbed her hands together devilishly, and had this wicked look in her eyes that hinted at trouble.

  “Let’s go to the fight,” she said.

  “No, never. Not happening. I don’t even know the location.”

  “What time is it at?” She checked her cell phone. “It’s still early,” she whined.

  “Don’t you have a test tomorrow?”

  “I’m done studying. Besides, what’s a few points off my grade for a chance to see two shifters in a fight to the death? I’m willing to make the sacrifice.”

  “But we don’t even know where to go,” I complained, but she was already standing, ready to go.

  “We’ll go to your office. There’s got to be something happening there. Anything that looks out of the ordinary, we’ll sneak in. It’ll be easy. Trust me.”

  I shrugged, and then I slumped over, my forehead smacking my palm. I let out a long sigh. We were going to go.

  “You act like you’ve done this before.”

  “I get into a lot of parties. It’s easier than you’d think.”

  “
I have a feeling infiltrating a secret society of werewolves will be a little more difficult than a frat.”

  She took my hand. She tugged me toward my closet.

  “Hurry up and get ready. We can’t miss it!”

  I found myself sitting in the back of a limo. My nerves were fried. For some reason, I thought we were in over our heads. Aimee disagreed with me. She rationalized; saying we were part of Evan’s entourage wasn’t far from the truth.

  We sat and waited by my office building. There was no sign of Evan. The limo driver even wheeled down the window and asked us if we needed anything.

  "Is this wine ours?" Aimee asked.

  "Yes, please, take some. I’ll help you.”

  "No, please, stay there." We were already putting him in a jeopardizing situation. We didn't need to take his assistance opening wine.

  "I've got it," Aimee said. She grabbed a nearby corkscrew and worked on opening what was probably thousands of dollars of wine.

  This was probably the fastest I ever got changed, and still managed to look good. We were both wearing short skirts, high heels, and tops that showed ample cleavage. It was Aimee's suggestion. I agreed with her on that one. A lot of cleavage might help keep us out of trouble, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it wouldn’t work on Evan. He would not want me there. He would be adamant about us leaving.

  The driver's door popped open. He jumped out to meet Evan. I peered out the tinted window. He was dressed in a tight black muscle shirt and jogging pants. Seeing him out of formal attire, my nerves overloaded, my arousal kicked in. It didn't matter what he wore. He always looked good, but now I could see his muscular form, even trace the outlines of his muscles in the darkness. How could he lose the fight?

  I ducked once his eyes flared. His wolf was on full alert.

  "What is it?" Aimee asked, pouring herself a glass of wine. She peered out the window and noticed the glowing, angry wolf at our door. "Oh."

  He thrust open the door.

  "What are you doing in here?"

  I hoped my answer would serve to remove those angry creases on his otherwise perfect face. "I need to go with you.”