Possessed by the Alpha

by Nancy Corrigan

  A rough jerk rips the cotton covering Zoe’s other breast. Her shocked gasp registers, and the restless movements of her bottom over my thighs gives me a hint of how very excited my treatment makes her.

  Zoe’s pleasure isn’t my goal tonight, at least not entirely. I do want her crazed for me. I do want her to enjoy this. I do want her to careen into oblivion. But I want to see my claim on her body more. I want my seed dripping from her pussy. And I want to glimpse the heaven awaiting me in Zoe’s arms…in her soul.

  From everything I’ve heard from other soul-bonded males, their female’s souls are pure and white and more comforting than anything in this world or beyond. Their female’s souls are havens from the hell in this world. I want that for myself. Damn, I need that. My world is full of all the things I can’t fix, the things that weigh on me and leave me dark inside. If Zoe can offer a place where I can escape that…?

  On a deep groan of pure need, I lift her breast from the hole I ripped into her shirt. A few freckles kiss her flesh. I lick the small marks, following the path they take across her plumpness. Zoe’s breasts aren’t heavy and full. They’re not firm and perky either. They’re enough to fill my hand, and they’re enough to wrap my lips around.

  Zoe’s enough. Exactly as she is. She’s made…for me.

  I lap at the hard tip under my lips while Zoe plays with my cock, touching me with the awed innocence of a woman who’s never held a man’s penis before. It’s not true. I’ve heard stories of a younger Zoe. She’s not innocent. Far from it. Still, her hesitant, shaky strokes soothe me at the same time as they arouse me.

  She’s treating me as an unknown, or maybe something incredibly special. Either way, she has no idea what loving me entails. Yet, she’s not trying to stop me. I gave her the chance. Every second that passes offers another opportunity to end this. Instead of releasing me, she presses the pad of her finger to the slit of my dick and spreads the wetness over my cock’s head.

  If she keeps this up, cum will cover her hand.

  Not happening.

  More licks to Zoe’s nipple has her squirming over me, rocking against me. Tempting me. I know what she wants—me inside her. I want the same.

  Not yet.

  With my lips stretched wide over Zoe’s breast, I glance into her face. Her wandering caress over my dick stops. She turns her full attention to me.

  “You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  Her whispered comment is full of wonder. A moment later, a choked hiccup and tears hint at an imminent breakdown. I can’t guess at the reason behind the warring reactions to her words. She doesn’t give me the chance to figure it out.

  She laughs, and a full smile that doesn’t reach her eyes spreads over her lips. “You really are my pretty kitty, aren’t you?”

  My pretty kitty.

  My lips curl back on a growl. My fangs dent her flesh. And my heart beats, trying to escape my chest. The words piss me off as much as they did the first time Zoe uttered them. The truth behind them leaves me a little crazed, though.

  My true mate is a human who’d rather intentionally irritate me than see who I am—her perfect match.

  Blocking out the sight of her tears and her cocky smile, I suck, marking her flesh as I had her other breast. Again, she cries out in pleasure. She grips my head and holds my face against her breast. My fangs lower, cutting her flesh. Her sharp inhale reprimands me, but she doesn’t jerk my head away, and I lave her nicked flesh before the pain can mar this moment. Each swipe of my tongue seals more of my scent into her body. The lingering stench of animal cover scent, however, reminds me it’s all too easy to hide my scent claim.

  Any mark I leave on her heart won’t be something she can mask so easily. It’ll keep her coming back to me, no matter how far she runs. Love’s like that, and love’s what I need this woman to feel for me. Love’s the furthest thing from my mind tonight, however. I can’t think past the hunger or the freaking craving for this woman, my woman.

  I release her breast and slide my hands down Zoe’s arms to her wrists, then I place her hands on my shoulders, giving her an anchor. She’ll need it.

  “Zoe.” I say her name before taking her mouth in a dominating kiss that doesn’t give my female the chance to kiss me back.

  She flexes her fingers instead, gripping me while I devour her. On and on, I kiss her, savoring her taste and her response. Zoe doesn’t move her hands from where I placed them. She doesn’t turn her head, denying me her passion. She opens herself to me.

  And it’s time I take what my true mate offers.

  Without breaking our kiss, I run my hand over Zoe’s ass, smoothing her butt cheeks with a firm stroke before reaching between her legs. The heat I find there pushes my needs higher, tipping me into the point of no return.

  I grip the material blocking me from Zoe’s lower lips and flex my hand, ripping through the fabric as I did with Zoe’s shirt, then I thrust at the same time as I pull Zoe down. The head of my dick slides through the arousal coating her cleft before dipping into her opening. Warm, wet heat bathes my cock. The lure is too much. With another lift of my hips, I fill my true mate, joining us in a way I should savor, but all I can think about is the need for more.

  Zoe tips her head back on a guttural moan as my dick stretches her wide. I trail my parted lips down her throat to the base of her neck. Pressure squeezes the head of my erection. Hard, squeezing waves that roll my eyes back.

  All I did was bring us together.

  “Kade.” Her hiccupped sob is a plea, full of wonder and need, demanding I answer it.

  I rock into Zoe’s spasming body, her core clenching and releasing on the upper part of my dick. Each rhythmic wave pulls me deeper while my girth fights against the tightness of her pussy. The ache builds in my shaft, and tightness spasms along the base of my spine to where my balls draw up. The pressure blurs my vision. I might die if I don’t come. The thought’s ridiculous. I’m immortal, stronger than most Royals. I’m an alpha.

  The desperation riding me doesn’t care about titles or facts.

  Fucking Zoe until I can’t spill another drop of seed is all that matters right now.

  After what seems like forever, Zoe’s orgasm slows. The clenching grip of her inner muscles eases, and her softness beckons me deeper. I lift my hips, arousal bathing my shaft and easing my slide into Zoe’s body. Her indrawn breath stops me from slamming into my female. The difference between pleasure and pain is a fine line. Stretching Zoe to the point where she feels as if she’s being ripped in two is not the kind of sensation I want my true mate to remember about this first time together.

  Sweat beads on my skin. My muscles tremble. My jaw clenches. I focus on the warmth engulfing my dick. The arousal dripping down my shaft coats my balls. Zoe’s wet. Incredibly wet. And she wants me. She wants this.

  “Kade.” Zoe hiccups, her needy sob full of emotion I don’t understand. “Please.”

  I lift her in an agonizingly slow stroke and hold her poised over me, just her lower lips wrapped around me instead of dropping her onto my hardness or thrusting into her until I can’t push any deeper. The tenderness of the muscles squeezing me is a soft kiss I want to savor. I focus on where my straight length spreads her. Arousal coats my length. Wetness glistens on her cleft too. And her whimpered moan is a cry for more.

  I feel the same.

  My sharp tug pulls Zoe’s body over the head of my dick. My penis jerks as she cries out. My restraint splinters as dots spread over my vision and the tightness in my dick turns to pain. There’s only one thing that’ll ease me.

  Zoe can give it to me.

  I wrap my fingers around Zoe’s waist and raise her again before lowering her over my waiting erection. The head of my penis kisses her pussy, then slips inside her body. She squeezes her inner muscles, a welcoming hug…a tempting kiss.

  Fangs punch out. Claw-tipped nails hold Zoe in a precarious grip. My vision sharpens, and colors blend with grays. I tilt my hips, drivin
g deeper and deeper until Zoe’s groin meets my body. She arches back and grips her hair. My name is on her lips. Again.

  I need more.

  With my fingers around her throat, I jerk Zoe back to me and kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as deeply as my cock fills her body. Her racing pulse beats against my fingertips. Her tongue slides against mine. And then she’s kissing me, fighting against my possession and demanding to have her needs met too.

  Smiling against her lips, I relax, letting her show me what she wants while her inner muscles contract over my thumping dick. The moment I move, she’ll come. Again.

  On and on, she kisses me while I lock my muscles and let her writhe over me, stimulating not only herself but revving my needs. Years of control are the only thing stopping me from taking this moment from Zoe. It’ll be the only one she gets until I’m sated.

  Zoe rocks against me, fucking me with short, fast thrusts that circle my shaft, teasing my sensitive nerves and building the need to dominate. I bite my inner cheek, my chocolate blood flavoring our kiss, and fight the instinct.

  Her frustration blends into the annoyed sound she makes. She bites my lower lip, drawing it out until pain tears a grunt from me, then digs her nails into my shoulders.

  It’s too much.

  I settle my hands on her hips and lift her. My cock slips from her opening, the arousal dripping from her core the only thing connecting us. With my focus on Zoe’s face, I lower her, dropping her on a controlled press of our bodies until we’re one…in body, at least. The soul I crave is still a million miles away. She hasn’t offered it up, and I haven’t sought out my heaven. Yet.

  Hard thrusts fill my true mate. Zoe’s cries encourage me to push harder, fuck her faster. I don’t resist. I take. Every pounding drive appeases me. Every kiss soothes me. Every one of Zoe’s caresses directs me until I’m fucking Zoe without any human restraint. I let the beast I am at heart out. Over and over, I pound into her until sweat coats my skin and arousal soaks my thighs. Never have I felt anything better. Never has a woman matched me the way Zoe does. Never has heaven teased me so.

  Only Zoe offers these things. Only Zoe can bring heaven down to me.

  “Need it. Need you.” The harsh growl to my voice reflects who I am—a caged animal. No matter how nicely I dress up, no matter how long I prep my surroundings, no matter how hard I act to present a solidified image to the world, this is who I am. “Like this. Just like this.”

  “Need you too. Just like this.”

  There’s nothing magical about those words. The whimpered cry is nothing I can associate with any sort of romantic intent. This is what I need, though. It’s real. This woman needs me. And I need her.

  “Zoe.”

  I fuck her with long, full thrusts until her body shakes. Zoe comes again, squeezing my dick so tightly, blackness steals my vision and my heart stops.

  More. I need…more.

  My lips trail over Zoe’s cheek to her plump lips—lips swollen from my kisses. My tongue slips into her parted lips. My dick reaches the end of her. My soul opens. There’s only one thing to do.

  I draw in a breath at the same time as I let go. The wall surrounding my soul shatters, leaving me exposed and open…for Zoe.

  On a hiccupping sob, she inhales as I exhale, welcoming me home. Cold, desolate blackness greets me. The chill surrounding me is so complete, I freeze, body and soul. Wetness fills my eyes. It leaks over, staining my cheeks and leaving me with an emptiness I can’t escape…as if I lost a piece of my heart.

  Zoe sucks in a sniffling breath and turns her head at the same time as she slams her body over my shaft. The tightness that’s built explodes in a wave of pulsing heat, from Zoe to me. My seed rushes down my dick. Over and over, the jerking of my cock fills her until warmth coats my balls and trails of my cum run over my inner thighs. Still, I keep coming until Zoe’s orgasm fades and brings us both down from a first-time moment.

  I’ve never come inside a woman. But I’ve never loved my true mate either.

  Too bad she can’t offer me heaven. Hell lives in her soul.

  Eleven

  Zoe

  After you make it through your teenage years, you’re supposed to know enough to stop doing stupid shit like have sex in the backseat of a car. Life experiences or maturity or some kind of adult reasoning kicks in and stops you from giving in to impulses. That’s what adults always said growing up. Apparently, knowing better doesn’t apply when you’re in the arms of an alpha shifter who drips sexuality and possesses the strength of a walking god.

  Or the descendent of a goddess.

  I lift my head from Kade’s shoulder and press my trembling hands against his chest. Hard muscles and glistening warm skin send a little shiver through me to settle in my pussy. Kade groans, his semi-hard shaft jerking within me and threatening to push me to the point where nothing would stop me from riding him until I come. Again.

  If the length thickening within me is any indication, he wouldn’t have any issues with another round of fucking. From his thick arms that could easily hold me up all night to his well-defined abs and powerful thighs, he’s built for sex. Taking me over and over tonight would be nothing to a man like Kade. Me, on the other hand? I’d never be the same. Then again, I don’t know if more sex matters. No man—shifter or human—can compare to what Kade did to me or how he touched me.

  Or how he could shine light into my dark soul.

  Kade lifts my chin until I’m staring into his face, not down the length of the perfect body I’m positive I’ll dream about for the rest of my life. This view isn’t much better, though. Chiseled features, a stubborn press to his lips, blond hair that has a shimmering quality even in this dim light, and golden tanned skin paints an image of masculine beauty, but it’s his fully golden eyes I can’t stop looking into. They’re hypnotic and more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen. I could find heaven within them.

  The gentle press of Kade’s fingertips to the back of my hand registers. I ease my trembling fingers from where I was caressing Kade’s face. Or at least I try to. Kade’s slight touch firms, holding me in place with my fingertips resting against his temple and my black fingernails near his heated, inhuman eyes.

  “It’s no wonder why shifter women can’t stop watching you when you come into the Black Widow.”

  “Why’s that?”

  Although no longer quite as gravelly or animalistic, Kade’s voice sounds just as dangerously sexy as it did when he asked permission to fuck me. I couldn’t deny him then, and I can’t now. And that is what makes Kade threatening to what little peace I’ve found in life. I’d tell him anything, do everything, and try whatever he suggested if he asked me. I wouldn’t care about the consequences. All that’d matter is that he’d keep looking at me this way. It’s addicting. Healing. Freeing. With Kade’s gaze on me, everything bad I’ve done fades away, turning me into some kind of angel or something equally worthy of him.

  “Zoe?” Kade moves his hand from covering mine to my mouth, slipping his fingertip between my lips. “Why’s that?”

  I swirl my tongue around his finger, focusing on his taste and not his fully colored feline eyes. “They were hoping you’d look their way and notice them. Maybe choose them. Now I know why. They wanted to see this.”

  “What’s this?”

  Going by his slight intake of breath and the excited hitch to his voice, he knows what I’m referring to, but wants me to say it. I can’t refuse him. The compulsion to respond is irresistible.

  I trace Kade’s eyelids. He closes them, hiding the temptation his eyes pose but drawing attention to his full, thick lashes. The almost feminine quality to them enhances the aura he gives off instead of dimming it. He’s as strikingly deadly as the big cats he houses. “Your eyes. They’re gorgeous like this.”

  “Without any white showing.”

  “Yes.” I answer even though his tone doesn’t hold a question.

  Kade cradles my face between his big hands, the gentl
e pressure of his thumbs calming me. “No other female has ever seen my eyes like this. No other female ever will either. Only you.”

  Had Kade not been holding me, I would’ve retreated from the expression of wonder softening Kade’s normally impassive features. Not out of fear, but out of compassion. I don’t enjoy hurting men. I force a chuckle. “No other lover’s pissed you off enough to bring out this side of you, huh? I guess that means I’m lucky to be the one to make you snap.”

  “This has nothing to do with you pissing me off.”

  Everything within me wants to ask what it means, but something tells me I don’t want to know. I tug Kade’s wrists, pulling his hands off me, then separate our bodies. My breath rushes out, and the sensation I’ve lost something precious and irreplaceable overwhelms me. I sit back on Kade’s bent legs while the odd feeling passes. “Well, I’m glad I didn’t anger you too much, then. Look, I didn’t know that jaguar was you. I was just doing what I’ve always done. Protecting myself, you know? A girl can’t take too many chances, especially when there’re predators in the woods.”

  Kade watches me. He doesn’t lecture me about shooting without knowing my target’s name, even though I deserve the lecture. Had the jaguar I shot been a single shifter, he would’ve died. He had to be a shifter too. Jaguars aren’t native to West Virginia. The ugly truth is—I acted on my emotion. And for what? To appease some part of me—that crazy part who wants to bathe in the blood of my enemies—by hurting Vince?

  Even if the big cat was Vince, he wouldn’t have died. Vince may not be as strong as Kade, but he’s still immortal. Just like Kade. They’re both special, descended from powerful goddesses. I’m not. There’s nothing special about me, and Kade needs to realize that before he gets some crazy idea in his head just as Vince did once. I succeeded in setting him straight back in high school. Something tells me Kade won’t be so easily swayed, however. All I can do is try.