Ex-Con Alpha

by Sky Winters

  “I can understand that,” he told her, but they were interrupted by the server bringing their food.”

  The conversation fell into a sort of intermittent sharing between bites. Being with Travis wasn’t like most dates. She felt completely comfortable, like she didn’t need to pretend or be polite, which wasn’t to say that she didn’t want to make an impression. She just didn’t feel pressured to be perfect with him.

  “What do you want to do after dinner?” he asked.

  “I don’t know. What did you have in mind?”

  “Honestly, I just wanted to get you home before you pass out on me again.”

  There was no hint of a smile on his face, but she knew he was just ragging her a bit. She laughed and finished off the last bite of her navarin d'agneau. Travis had opted for the boudin noir aux pommes, but she had never been one for blood sausages. The duck had seemed like a better choice, and she was right. It was divine.

  “How about a movie? I think we can still make the nine-forty if we finish up and go,” she said.

  “Not very exciting for a first date, though,” he told her.

  “Did you want to go hang gliding? Maybe some base jumping?” she joked.

  “I’d love to, but maybe not tonight. Perhaps a movie is the answer, then. What do you want to see?”

  “I have no idea. Let’s just see what’s on.”

  Once again, they were completely in sync at the theater, suggesting the same movie at almost exactly the same time. It was a thriller set in the early nineteen hundreds, so it had the feel of an old mystery, though Kat was having a tough time focusing on it. Being so close to Travis was affecting her in a way she’d never experienced before.

  He reached around her and pulled her close to him, her body leaning against his as much as was possible with the fixed arm between them. She wasn’t sure she could withstand much more closeness, though. By the end of the movie, she was only dimly aware of what was even happening on the screen. His scent was overwhelming, a mix of aftershave and the distinct smell a wolf gave off to other wolves.

  She found herself inviting him in when he took her home, an offer that she halfway hoped he would decline for her own protection and halfway wanted him to accept. She knew from the moment he said yes and stepped inside of her house that tonight was the night she finally gave away what she’d held dear for so long.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Travis

  Her smell had grown maddening. Now, inside her house, he felt like he could hardly breathe, and he knew he should go. He knew how this would end. He’d only experienced being in true rut once before, with a girl he knew a long time ago. He’d believed her to be his life mate, and when she had died, he’d thought that was his happiness gone.

  Now, here he was again. It felt the same, and he was losing control. Soon, he would be consumed and not be able to control himself. He should leave. It was too soon. He didn’t want to mess this up, but the rut was bigger than both of them. It was nature’s calling to wolves that their coupling was some sort of destiny—at least that is what the elders in the pack would tell you.

  One thing was undeniable; it was something you didn’t experience with just anyone. It was something he hadn’t experienced since those months when he was in his twenties. It felt strange to feel it again after so long.

  “Would you like something to drink?” she said.

  He could tell she was struggling to breathe, practically panting, trying to control it and being less successful with every second that passed. She was younger than him. This was undoubtedly her first rut.

  “I should go,” he told her, not looking forward to the nights ahead that he would spend wanting her and fighting the overwhelming urge to come back.

  She looked at him, her face a puzzled mask. He started to walk toward the door, the longing growing as her scent became stronger even as she stood halfway to the kitchen. Instead, he walked back toward her. The moment he reached her, she gasped.

  There were no more words. It was too late. His mouth covered hers in a heated kiss, devouring her with his lips and tongue. She didn’t object, she didn’t hold back, kissing him feverishly. There was no doubt that she felt it too. She was his, and she’d do whatever he wanted. The fantasy he’d had of her after that first night was nothing compared to the heat raging through his belly now.

  They collided like two celestial bodies, sending sparks out into the night around them. His lips found her neck, trailing down until he reached the curve where neck became shoulder. Hers was long and lean; he bared his teeth and bit into it, causing her to quake in his arms and moan loudly. He continued his way down her shoulder and then back across her clavicle, alternately biting and suckling at her hot skin.

  She didn’t pull back, didn’t try to stop him. She wanted this too. Her eyes were full of the same fire he could feel in his loins. Nothing mattered but the two of them. He tried to hold back, to be gentle, but he didn’t feel. He felt like the beast inside him was screaming to get out, howling to mate with this divine creature in his arms. He fumbled at her dress, unsure of how to remove it.

  “Tear it off,” she whispered.

  He didn’t question. It was her dress. She could sacrifice it if she wanted. The sound of the material ripping filled the air around him as he grabbed either shoulder and pulled outward, shredding it down the center and letting it fall away to reveal only a thin lace bra and matching thong. Her body was complete perfection, even better than he’d imagined in his fantasy of her.

  He unsnapped the clasp in the front of the bra, letting her beautiful round breasts spring free of their confines, inviting him to taste them, tease them, make them his own. He brought his lips to one of her nipples and tugged at it with his tongue, watching her face as she closed her eyes and let a low moan escape the back of her throat. He released her nipple and admired the hard pink bud it had become against the cool air in her house for a moment before he began a new tour of it, suckling and biting it before moving on to the other.

  “God,” she muttered as he suckled, his hand roaming downward to slip into her panties, where he found just how wet she was getting. Her body jerked as he found her clit and massaged it, lifting her from the floor with the power of his explorations.

  His cock was throbbing against his jeans, aching to be set free to conquer the object of its desire. He couldn’t hold back any longer. Scooping her up in his arms, he fumbled his way down the hallway in search of her bedroom, spotting an open doorway at the end and taking her inside to drop her on the bed.

  He took his time, planting small kisses on her skin as he removed her bra, already far askew from where it should be. Now, he could take his time exploring the perfect round globes it had been hiding from him before. He loved how she writhed beneath him as he explored, sensitive to his every touch.

  There were no words, just a symphony of moans and whimpers as he toured her body with his tongue, teeth, and lips. He stopped for a moment, pulling back and standing by the bed, taking in the rise and fall of her chest as she panted like a dog in heat for him. He took his time, letting her watch him as he undressed. He was hard, so hard it was difficult to get his jeans off. She gasped as his cock finally sprang from its confines, rigid and eager.

  He was sizeable, and she was diminutive. There was no doubt that it would be a tight fit, and the thought of her tiny little pussy wrapped around his dick made him even harder, if that was even possible, but he wasn’t quite ready to dive in just yet. He wanted to savor this, and he wanted her to enjoy it just as much as he did.

  Reaching forward, he peeled off her thong to expose a carefully cropped blonde bush. It aroused him even more to see that she wasn’t one of those girls who shaved everything away or left a little strip of hair. They were wolves, and he loved seeing a bit of fur on his mate.

  She sucked in her breath as he pushed her legs apart, no doubt anticipating him inside of her, but he wasn’t giving her that just yet. Instead, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the e
dge of the bed, spreading her open further to move his head between her legs. He lapped at her dripping folds, enjoying the way she tasted and the squeals of ecstasy that escaped her lips.

  Her hips twisted and her body shuddered as he ate her engorged pink pussy as if it were his last meal. She was a flood plain spilling over into his mouth. He lapped up every ounce of her juices. Her legs wrapped around his head, pulling him into her, eager for him to give her more pleasure. Then she was bucking wildly, pushed over the edge, and climaxing heavily as her screams filled the room. It was beautiful to hear, feel, taste.

  He slowed for a moment, giving her a chance to relax, letting the tension in her body subside for a moment before sending her over the edge again. By the time he was done with her, she had come a half dozen times. Her breathing was shallow, and his cock was titanium hard. He stood and positioned himself, slowly pushing his hardness into her soft, wet center, stretching her perfect little hole to swallow his thick cock.

  “Oh, God. You’re huge. God,” she moaned.

  “Are you okay? Should I stop?” he asked, praying she said no.

  Instead, this demure little angel beneath him looked him in the eyes with a lustful look that only stoked his fires more and said, “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me.”

  From there, it all became a blur. He finished pushing his cock into her, enjoying the screams of pleasure she let go of as he began sliding in and out of her tight little hole. Soon, he was driving into her harder and deeper, plunging himself fast and furiously until they were both nothing more than motion and madness.

  With one final plunge, he sank deep into her, feeling the knot swell and struggling to pull free before he came inside of her. They’d discussed birth control and agreed he would pull out when the time came, as neither was prepared for this to happen. Instead, he found that he couldn’t pull out, and he couldn’t stop the surge that exploded inside of her. His body jerked against hers as he delivered a thick, warm load of cum deep inside of her. He looked up, noting the look of surprise and alarm on her face.

  “Did you ...” she asked, letting the sentence trail off.

  “Afraid so,” he told her.

  “But we agreed,” she began, attempting to pull free of him and wincing when she realized she couldn’t.

  “Please don’t move,” he told her, a pained expression on his face.

  “What is happening?” she said, the ecstasy now subsiding into fear.

  “We’ve knotted.”

  “We’ve what?”

  “We’ve knotted. You’ve never heard of it before? Never had it happen?”

  “No,” she said, looking worried.

  “It’s like dogs do when they mate.”

  “Like stuck? We’re stuck?” she said, sounding panicked.

  “Only for a moment. It will pass, and we can separate. In the meantime, please don’t move too much,” he told her.

  She was silent or a moment, and he looked back up toward her. Her eyes were closed, as if she were meditating, perhaps even praying. He considered that she might have passed out again and was horrified to think he might have to get help for her with his cum still dripping down her thighs.

  “Kat?” he said gently.

  “That was amazing,” she replied, her voice barely a whisper. “Can we do it again?”

  “We can do it as much as you want,” he replied, grateful to feel the knot finally subsiding so he could pull free of her and move up to lie beside her on the bed.

  His fingers traced their way along her breasts as they lay there in the afterglow, catching their breath. After a little break, they started over again and again, knotting every single time so that they were forced to stay connected while his cock slowly surrendered the lock that held them in place.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  Kat

  “I don’t know what happened,” she said, turning to face him.

  She was glowing. Her body was warm and pink with the heat of their ferocious coupling.

  “The rut.”

  “The what?”

  “We’re in rut. We’ll be like this for several days.”

  “Like what?”

  “Unable to keep our hands off one another. Our bodies will long for the other to the point where we can’t control it.”

  “Does that always happen?”

  “What do you mean, does that always happen?”

  “I mean, with wolves. Does this always happen when they want to have sex with one another?”

  “No. I mean, has it ever happened to you before?”

  “What? This rut thing?”

  “Yes.”

  “No. Uh, I don’t know. I haven’t ... um,” her voice trailed off.

  “Wait. Are you telling me you are a virgin?”

  “Was,” she said, her eyes cast downward.

  “My god. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Would it have changed anything? I mean, this rut thing. Could we have stopped it?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe. It would have been hard, but I could have left, kept my distance until it passed.”

  “And then what, just never saw me again so it wasn’t a problem?”

  “That wouldn’t matter. I could never see you again and still feel the pull toward you every single time the rut kicked in. That’s its purpose: to bind two wolves together for all eternity.”

  “So, we’re mated then? I have no choice but to be with you?”

  “Biologically, no. We’ll long for one another every rut.”

  “I guess you’ll have to stay near me from now on then,” she said with a slow smile.

  “You say that today. That’s part of the rut. You can’t imagine being with anyone but me right now, but it will pass, and then I hope you don’t regret this. I hope you don’t have any reservations about us.”

  “What about you? Perhaps you’ll have second thoughts.”

  “I can’t see that happening. I wasn’t expecting this, but now that it’s happened, I think it’s incredible.”

  Kat lay her head on his shoulder, running her fingers through the dark hair that covered his chest. She had always dreamed her first time would be magical, beautiful. This had been nothing like that. Instead, it had been off the charts hot, and there was no end in sight. Just lying there thinking about it made her want him again.

  He didn’t object.

  Morning came way too soon as both of them awoke, still exhausted from a long night of sexcapades that would make most people blush. At least, that is what Kat believed. Surely, normal people didn’t get quite so worked up and do things like they’d done, some of them several times. She’d heard her friends talk, and nothing they’d ever said seemed even remotely close.

  “I’ve got to go to work,” Travis groaned, climbing out from the covers and sitting on the edge of the bed.

  “On Sunday?”

  “Yes. Vivianne wants me to show her and the other bodyguards around the quarry for some reason.”

  “The quarry? Is it safe to even go out there?”

  “Yeah. I cleared it with the pack, but only in exchange for me bringing Vivianne by their clubhouse to meet some of them and take photos with her.”

  “She agreed to that?”

  “Reluctantly. I don’t know what it is she finds so fascinating about that old place, but she was determined to get out there.”

  “What am I going to do here all day without you?”

  “Pine for my return,” he smiled.

  “Ordinarily, I’d say that was a bit egotistical, but I’m already missing you, so you’re probably right.”

  “I’m supposed to be out at five, so it’ll probably be six. She doesn’t really care much about other people’s schedules.”

  “So, just leave at five and let the other guys take care of her.”

  “I’d love to, but for what she’s paying me, I’ll grin and bear it for the next six months.”

  “Do you want to come back for dinner here? I can make a pretty mean lasagna.”


  “Sounds perfect. I’d love some lasagna before I ravage you again.”

  Kat draped herself across his bare back and kissed his neck. A low groan escaped his throat. Looking over his shoulder, she could see his cock twitch back to life again, and she wanted more of it.

  “Down, girl. That’ll have to wait. I’ve got to get back to the hotel, get showered and changed, and meet the other bodyguards for breakfast while we wait on her.”

  “You don’t have breakfast with her?”

  “Not unless I want to eat tofu,” he said, kissing her on the cheek and slipping out of her arms to get dressed.

  She didn’t want him to leave. In fact, she’d do anything to make him stay. Her mind ran wild with ideas, but she suppressed them, knowing that this rut or whatever it was created the madness she was feeling. He said it would pass in a few days. Part of her hoped it didn’t.

  It was a little frightening to not be completely in control of herself, but there was something so primal about wanting someone so badly. There was something that just felt so right about it. It was the natural order of things in their world, and wasn’t it exactly what she’d been looking for? She wanted an Alpha she could love, one that didn’t turn her stomach with his overly macho ways.

  She kept her eyes on him as he dressed, biting her lip to keep her desires at bay. He turned and bent over her, giving her one last kiss before he left. His mouth was hot against hers, pulling her in, demanding she submit. Then, he pulled away and smiled.

  “I have to go. I’ll be back as soon as I can get back.”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  She watched him as he walked out the door, keeping her eyes on him until he was completely out of sight. Her heart was racing, and the ache in her belly intensified. It felt like he was being ripped away from her. She coaxed herself to breathe, to calm herself. When that didn’t work, she went to take a cold shower.

  Had it really been so easy to find what she was looking for, after all this time? Her cell buzzed on the dresser nearby.