Taste for Alphas: Paranormal Fantasy Shifter Romance

by Milly Taiden

  “Baby…I don’t have protection.”

  “It’s ok, I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”

  “Are you sure that’s what you want?” He frowned. “We can wait. I wasn’t expecting this to happen now between us. I had hoped, but I hadn’t expected. I’ve never been with any woman without protection.” He cleared his throat and a soft blush colored his cheekbones. “I want you to know that I’m also clean. I don’t get human diseases, but I still get tested. One can never be too careful.”

  She grinned. He was truly concerned for her choice to go without a condom. “I’ve never been with anyone without one either. I’m ok with this. Now, show me what you’ve got.”

  He grabbed her ankles and pulled her body down to the edge of the bed. She could only stare while he got down on his knees and placed her legs over his shoulders. Air froze in her lungs. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lowered his face to her pussy. At the first swipe of his tongue on her clit, she bucked.

  “Oh my god,” she moaned and refused to follow her body’s command to shut her eyes.

  He lifted his head from her throbbing core and smiled. “No, sweetheart. It’s Trent, but you can call me god if you want.”

  Before she got a chance to give him a sarcastic reply, his tongue dipped into her entrance, and she was lost to the bliss he was imparting on her pussy. He licked around her waxed lips and proceeded to fuck her with his tongue. She panted and ground her hips down, closer to his face.

  “Please…”

  She whimpered when he did a slow trail around her clit with his tongue. He flicked it twice, and then she felt his fingers rub up and down her pussy, wetting them with her dripping heat. Feeling his calloused fingers over her sensitive flesh turned into a new point of pleasure. After a moment he dipped wet fingers into her. She groaned and tightened her hold on the sheets. Her hips rocked on his face involuntarily.

  He sucked on her clit while his fingers curled and thrust in and out of her. It took very little for her to go over the edge. Her heart pounded in her ears, each beat a fierce, wild gallop. Tension unraveled inside her, pushing her headfirst into an all-consuming orgasm. She screamed when a wave of pleasure rushed through her.

  Panting like she couldn’t get enough air in her lungs, she blinked the haze of happiness away and looked down to see one sexy Trent jerking his cock; beads of liquid seeped from his slit and slid down the sides. She scooted up on the bed and kept her legs wide open for him. Some kind of non-verbal communication happened. Her insides melted at the blazing look he gave her.

  “Fuck me.” That had not been what she’d planned on saying, but it worked just as well.

  “Baby, what I’m going to do to you is way more than fucking.” He grinned and crawled on the bed, stopping once he’d kneeled between her thighs. He trailed a finger around her pussy, dipped it into her wetness, pulled it out, raised it to his lips, and licked. Blood fizzed and popped in her veins. The man certainly knew how to add kindling to her fire.

  While she watched, he gripped his cock, rubbed the tip on her pussy lips, and coated his shaft with her moisture. He slid into her in a deliberate, drawn-out move. She groaned at the slow torture. She contracted around his thick length with every inch he went deeper inside her. He was big, and he stretched her in a way that made her feel every nerve ending in her pussy sigh in bliss. Once he was fully embedded in her, he lowered, his arms bracketing each side of her and caging her in. Without waiting for his command, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, locking them in place behind his muscular ass.

  Emotions she wasn’t familiar with filled her when he gave her a soft look. He lowered his head, and their lips meshed in a wet tangle of tongues. While he kissed her senseless, he pulled out of her and slammed back in with so much force she was glad she was holding on to his arms. Again he withdrew and thrust into her hard. And she loved it. A fine sheen of perspiration coated their skins and allowed him a smooth glide over her body. In and out he went. She pulled her lips away from his and moaned. Her nails dug into his shoulders while she hung on to him for dear life. The sound of skin slapping, grunting, and moaning filled the room with an erotic melody that increased her pleasure. The musky scent of sex overpowered and incited her body’s arousal.

  “Yes, more,” she pleaded. The coiling tension inside her was near its breaking point, and she needed him to fuck her harder.

  He quickened his thrusts until she could no longer speak and all her focus was to topple into orgasm. Trent stopped, and she growled.

  “What the hell are you doing?” She was going to kill him.

  The bastard just grinned and got on his knees. Still deep inside her, he lifted her off the bed and draped her legs to either side of him. He sat back on his heels and chuckled.

  “Relax, you’ll be calling me god again in about a minute. I’ll take it in English or Spanish, your choice.”

  Erica curled her hands around his neck and dug her nails into the back of his head. His hands held her by the waist, and he lifted and then ground her over his cock. She whimpered at the new sensation of him filling her even deeper. Holding on tight, she rocked her hips on him and moaned with every wave of her body.

  “Oh, my—” Her breath hitched.

  “That’s it, love. Ride me.” He encouraged and pushed her to move faster over him.

  Her movements quickened to an almost-uncoordinated pace. She felt his lips over her neck, licking, sucking, and driving her arousal through the roof. He slipped a hand between her legs and pressed on her clit, flicking it with his thumb. She arched her back, her entire body shook, and an electric shiver ran up her spine. The tension inside her snapped.

  “Oh, God!” The ragged scream tore from her throat.

  Trent continued to rock her over him, adding to the sensational feelings going through her. He sucked on her shoulder, licking circles around her neck bend. While her body trembled from inside after that amazing orgasm, he licked her, nibbling on her sweaty flesh. He continued to rock her; his fingers dug into her hips, gripping her skin. Seconds later he ground her down, hard. Her pussy fluttered around his cock, and he bit down on her shoulder, groaning. He hugged her tightly to him and shook.

  They fell on their sides, both gulping for much-needed oxygen. He pulled her to him until she was lying half draped over him. His hand caressed the curve of her ass, and he kissed the top of her head. Erica didn’t know what to make of the flood of emotions going through her. She was so confused. Trent was a womanizer; she knew that. And yet here she was feeling things that weren’t going to lead anywhere. They had to work together, and she didn’t see how he could be trusted for anything more than casual dating.

  She’d seen too much in her life to depend on a particular person. The school of hard knocks—aka first-hand experience—rivaled any Ivy League degree. There was no way in hell she’d give in to any kind of emotional pull. The last train wreck she called a relationship had ended when the accountant she’d been dating told her she needed to see a shrink. She screamed while she slept and refused to open up to him. Yeah, open up and get ridiculed like she had all her life? “You see dead people, Erica. You’re such a freak.” She’d broken it off with him, just like she did with every other ex who had attempted to get inside her head or her heart.

  Lifting her face, she peered up at Trent with curiosity. He was giving her that soft look again, and it freaked her out. She tried to think of something to say to break the tension mounting in her shoulders.

  “I never thought I’d see the day,” he said, his chest still rising and falling with each quick intake of air.

  “Huh?” What in the world was he talking about?

  “I can’t believe I was able to make you lose your tongue. This has got to be some kind of miracle. Maybe I should call in a priest in here to witness.”

  She sat up and poked him in the chest. “I did not lose my tongue. And I don’t want anyone witnessing what we just did, but I’ll have you know I was just thinking of
a way to rate your performance.”

  “That good?” He winked and tugged her body up, sliding over his, until their faces were inches from each other.

  “It was…” She gave a haughty sniff, hoping he’d take her next word as a challenge. A definite challenge to fuck her again with the same bone-melting perfection he’d used before. “Adequate.”

  He observed her for what felt like an eternity. Arousal gathered inside her into a winding knot. She glanced down at the sexy scar on his lip and licked her lips.

  “What did you say?” His low, rough tone sent moisture straight to her still-throbbing pussy.

  “I—” She gulped. He caressed her back, moving his hands to run circles over the sides of her hips. The erection that had been lying dormant suddenly thickened to create a steel pole poking her under her mound. “I said it was adequate.”

  One minute she was looking into Trent’s intense eyes, and the next she was on her stomach, ass up and face down in the covers. What the hell? She went to lift her head but stopped when he barked, “Don’t move.”

  He trailed his hands slowly down her spine, over the curve of her ass, squeezing and groping her cheeks.

  “So sexy.” He groaned seconds before she felt his lips kissing the round globes. “So tasty.” His deep voice rumbled over her hole.

  Her breath abated, and she fisted the sheets in a tight grip, waiting. For what? She didn’t know. She only knew that whatever he did, she would enjoy.

  He licked the line that ran down her crack until he reached her slit and then back up.

  “So hot. So mine.” A graze of his teeth had her squirming in his hold. “Don’t move. I want to eat you every way possible.”

  Her pussy throbbed, and moisture dripped from her sex. The feel of the bedding on her nipples made her groan and rub her sensitive tips on the sheets. Trent continued to lick, kiss, and bite her ass. When he licked his way from her puckering hole down to her wet slit again, she groaned loudly.

  “Please...”

  Arousal melted away any questions. She turned her head slightly and peered over her shoulder. Trent lifted back to a kneeling position, grabbed her hip with one hand, and guided his cock to her opening. He didn’t hesitate and drove right into her pussy in one quick slide. Her breath hissed out while her pelvic muscles squeezed around him. They watched each other, breaths huffing, bodies burning with need. Desire curled around them in a thick blanket. The scent was so potent she wanted to bottle it and keep it forever. Her body roared in satisfaction when he withdrew and thrust back in, all the while watching her.

  “Since that last one was only adequate maybe I can do something to make it better.”

  He slammed into her harder. She whimpered, loving every stroke of his cock inside her. The death grip she had on the sheets was the only thing holding her anchored. She dropped her face into the bedding and held on while he pounded her with each thrust. The fire in her womb roared to an inferno with each of his drives into her pussy.

  “Harder,” she ordered, only for him to slam right into her so far, fast, and rough her ass lifted off the bed. If he hadn’t had such a tight grip on her hips she would’ve bashed her forehead on the headboard

  “Oh, god. More.”

  She whimpered and propelled her ass back with each thrust of his cock back into her, making him reach deeper than she thought possible.

  “Like that?” he asked and turned up the speed of his movements, jackhammering her with his cock. The mattress’s squeaking sounded louder and louder, until she was sure everyone in the entire motel could hear them. Not that she cared. Right now the place could fall down around her and she wouldn’t stop.

  “Si. Fuck me faster.”

  His chuckle came at the same time he increased his tempo. The speed of his thrusts made it difficult for her to do anything other than try to catch her breath. Her pussy screamed for the orgasm that was just out of reach. Trent reached between her legs and rubbed her pleasure nub while continuing his wild slides in and out. The heat of his body caressed her spine. He kissed the back of her right shoulder, licking her skin with sensuous flicks.

  “You’re mine, Erica.” He growled by her ear; his deep voice sent pricks of lust straight to her core.

  “Yes, yes, yes.”

  “Mine!” He growled and fucked her harder.

  “Oh… Yes!” She choked on a scream when she came. A rushing tidal wave of ecstasy coursed through her body. Her pussy clenched around Trent’s cock in an iron grip.

  Seconds later she heard him groan. He bit down on her shoulder, hard. His fingers dug into her hips while he ground his cock into her pussy and tensed. He jerked into her repeatedly. She’d swear his cock thickened inside her, and warm semen filled her womb. The biting combined with his jerks into her swollen sex sent mini-orgasms whooshing through her. They ended up right back where they started, on their sides panting for air.

  “Well?” He was out of breath.

  “Goddamn. I didn’t know you’d bite.”

  “Sorry. I—”

  “Don’t apologize. I must have more issues than I realize, because I liked it.”

  He laughed and kissed her shoulder. The kisses started feeling like licks after a moment. “So what did you think this time?”

  “Okay, I can’t lie. That was better than adequate…it was good.”

  She laughed when he squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple. Damn. If she wasn’t so exhausted she’d totally continue their game. However, sleep decided to claim her, and she found herself doing something she hadn’t done in a long time: allowing a man to snuggle and hold her while she fell asleep.

  Chapter Six

  Trent knew the moment Erica fell asleep. Her body leaned back into his and softened under his hands. His cock, which seemed to feel right at home in the curve of her ass, lifted up with interest. He tried to will his erection away, but the fact was her sexy curves made him so hard he wanted to fuck her until he couldn’t move a muscle. And that bossy attitude when she told him to fuck her harder? That just added to her overall perfection.

  He wondered what his mom and sisters would think when they met her. And they would meet her. She was his mate. His woman. There was just no way they could have a relationship without his family finding a way to bring her into their bosom. Long-term with Erica? Yes. Both he and his wolf had known from the moment he had met her that she was special, that she was his. He had been willing to wait, but he didn’t think her level of hesitancy would run this deep. It was time to step up his game and show her they were perfect for each other. She might be wary of his past, but she’d come around.

  There was a knock at the door. He didn’t want to wake up Erica. She was so exhausted she didn’t even stir when a second knock sounded. He stood, dressed, and covered her with a sheet. She snuggled into the thin blanket and sighed. He checked the air conditioning unit so she wouldn’t sweat while she slept.

  When he opened the door, Brock was at the other side of the threshold.

  “We need to talk.” Brock didn’t frown; he glared at Trent as if he’d committed a crime. He motioned for Trent to follow him outside. Trent glanced at Erica’s sleeping form and quietly shut the door behind him.

  “What’s going on?” Trent knew he sounded brusque, but he couldn’t help the jealousy he felt over Erica trusting Brock more than him.

  Brock marched to the other end of the motel, where a small diner was located. Trent trailed behind him. Once inside they slid into opposite sides of a booth; the plastic cushions squealed when they sat. The place was empty even though it was early evening, and only one plump, middle-aged waitress stood behind the counter. She smiled flirtatiously, unaware some of the red lipstick had stained her teeth.

  The waitress walked over to their booth and handed them laminated menus.

  “What can I get you to drink, boys?” She bent forward to place filled glasses of water on the table.

  “I’ll have coffee, please.” Brock examined the menu.

 
“Make that two.”

  The waitress took off. Brock put the plastic menu down and gave him a look like he wanted to beat the shit out of him.

  “I’m guessing you finally got into Erica’s pants?”

  Anger made Trent grind his teeth. “That’s none of your business.”

  “Actually, it is.”

  Before Trent had a chance to reply, the waitress brought their coffee.

  “Have you boys decided what you’d like to eat?” She smiled at Brock and then winked at Trent. The way she spoke made the word “eat” sound like something dirty, and not in the good sense.

  Brock handed her the menu. “I’ll have a cheeseburger with fries. No pickles. And a soda.”

  Trent nodded. “I’ll take the same, but make mine a bacon cheeseburger.” He needed to remember to bring something back for Erica to eat. He’d order her food after they finished. No sense in bringing back cold food.

  “Look, Trent, Erica is special.”

  Brock used his first name—something he never did. He then dumped enough sugar in his coffee to make any kid bounce off the walls. He added cream and started to stir, frowning.

  “I know that. She’s mine.” Trent said.

  “She’s yours?” He stopped and stared at him for a moment. Trent knew his words conveyed the message of how serious he was for Erica. “It’s gone there, huh?”

  Trent added two sugars and some cream to his coffee and locked on to Brock’s face.

  Brock took a sip of his coffee and sighed. “I hate driving this far without caffeine. I don’t think you realize just how special Erica truly is—”

  “Look…” Trent tried to hold his temper since Brock was still his boss. “I know she sees things about victims and the toll it takes on her—” He stopped when Brock shook his head.

  “I knew you’d either figure that one out or she’d tell you about it. That’s not what I’m referring to as special. She’s very important to me.”

  Trent ground his teeth and bit back an oath. His wolf pushed at the skin. “How important?”