An Alpha in a Pear Tree

by Casey Morgan

  Once he had put the supplies back up in the tree, he took hold of my hand again— it had really been feeling empty without his— and lead me down into the crevices of the canyon, going more slowly and carefully now than we had been before.

  Finally, we were in a secluded, private area.

  This was what I had been waiting for.

  Chapter Nine

  Marilyn

  “Now, where were we?” Melchior asked, peering into my eyes.

  “I think you were going to tell me what the hell I’m doing here, and what’s going on,” I told him. “Maybe why the trees are cursed and apparently need my help, in addition to the people you referred to in your letter.”

  “All in due time,” he said, pulling me close.

  There was that powerful spell again. Now that he had mentioned the trees being cursed, I felt pretty confidently that some kind of spell or supernatural power had been guiding me to him and was now pressing me into him.

  “Look,” he said, taking hold of my chin with one of his large fingers and pulling it up a bit so that I was looking into his eyes. “I’m going to need you to trust me. There’s a lot for you to find out and you’ll find out when you need to know. But first I want to make you feel comfortable and safe.”

  “And how do you plan to do that?” I asked him, as he trailed his finger down from my chin to its underside, then continued down my neck.

  He began to open the hooded robe I had worn over my clothes to protect me from the elements. The clothes underneath were thin, nearly sheer, so that they wouldn’t get in my way while I was running.

  I was basically naked under my robe and here he was opening it with just one of his fingers.

  Imagine what he can do with the rest of his body, I thought.

  This was like my fantasies, but even better.

  He kept going, until his finger was tracing the outline of my breasts.

  “I plan to make you feel so good that you’ll forget your name,” he said. “You’ll forget who you are and where you come from.”

  That won’t be hard, considering I don’t even know any of that stuff to begin with, I thought.

  I started to wonder if this was going to work the opposite way of how he was claiming it would. In losing myself with him, could I start to find myself? To know and claim my true identity? The one that had been hidden from me all this time, and that I had been forbidden from finding out?

  A chill ran down my spine as I thought about the implications of all of this.

  “I see you’re starting to understand,” Melchior said, as he began circling my nipple with two of his fingers now.

  They were hard and pointy, as if they were begging him to keep going, without me having to say a word.

  I guess this is a literal interpretation of the phrase ‘body language,’ I thought, but soon I couldn’t think at all.

  All I could do was give into the animal-like lust that Melchior was bringing out of me somehow.

  “I’ll make you feel safe, and all you’ll be able to think about are the things you truly want to be. All you’ll think about are the things you are ready to know. That’s how they’ll come to you. Right when they’re supposed to.”

  Melchior began squeezing my nipples. He lifted my robe and my sheer shirt that covered my breasts, lightly, so that he could see.

  My pussy got so wet as I saw him looking at my nipple that was exposed to him, that he was squeezing like it belonged to him.

  He pinched it and I allowed a low moan to escape my lips.

  He also moaned.

  Or maybe it was a groan.

  It almost sounded like a growl.

  And then he took my other nipple in his other hand and worked them both at the same time. He pinched them and squeezed them while he began kissing me like he had back under the pear tree.

  “Mmm,” I moaned, letting him play with me however he wanted.

  I felt like putty in his hand. He made me feel like just letting myself go and being wild and free.

  He put a hand in between my legs and found my pussy.

  It was as it had been his all along.

  I rode his hand, my pussy sinking into his palm, drenching it with my juices.

  His other hand was still playing with my nipple. He started to kiss my other nipple while rubbing my little bud.

  “You’re so wet,” he groaned.

  “You make me feel so wet,” I told him. “I love how you touch me.”

  “You love when I play with your little clit?” he asked me, as he rubbed me hard and fast.

  “I do,” I told him, wanting to beg him to never stop.

  “When I rub your hard nub?”

  “Yes, yes,” I said, rocking back and forth on his hand, gripping the fingers he was sticking inside me with the walls of my pussy.

  “You bad girl,” he said, spanking my ass a bit.

  I jumped in surprised, but I liked it.

  “I am a bad girl,” I told him. “I’m your bad girl.”

  He seemed to like that, spanking my ass again, holding tight onto my ass cheeks while I humped his fingers and he sucked on my nipple.

  He took his mouth off my breast to kiss my neck, growling into it, and saying, “I’m going to claim you as my own. Eventually. But not yet.”

  He bit me a bit when he said this, and his fingers clawed at my ass.

  I felt that electricity washing over me again.

  But I also felt something else.

  Fear.

  I took a small step back and looked into his eyes. For the first time since I had met him and even since I got the letter, I was feeling afraid.

  Not of him.

  But of this forest.

  I had no idea why I had journeyed here so far and so fast without feeling afraid before, but I had mostly only felt a sense of urgency.

  Now that Melchior had said he was going to claim me, it was almost as if I had become more aware and wise. And it made me realize what the stakes were. And that I needed to have Melchior by my side in order to face them.

  So, was it really such a good idea to sleep with him?

  “What’s wrong, lovely?” Melchior asked, looking deeply back into my eyes.

  I could have sworn his eyes were glowing.

  I took another step back and stared at him.

  “What are you?” I asked him.

  He cocked his head and kept looking at me, and I felt bad for asking it like that.

  “I mean, who are you?” I corrected myself.

  Why had I asked him what he was instead of who he was?

  “I’m your guide; I’ll help you find your baby cousin,” he answered.

  “But how did you even know about any of that? And why do I need a guide?” I demanded.

  “Like I said, I’ll tell you when you’re ready to know,” he said.

  I could tell he was getting a bit impatient. But so was I. I was tired of having a string of questions and never getting any answers.

  We stared at each other, and his breath was coming heavily; it was almost as if he was panting. But then again, I was much the same way, having been caught up in how he was making me feel.

  Perhaps I just wanted to get back to that.

  Chapter Ten

  Marilyn

  “Why won’t you claim me now?” I asked, feeling teased. “Why did you say, ‘eventually’?”

  Had he worked me up into a stupor just to let me down?

  “Did you like what I was doing to you?” he asked, as his fingers returned to my nipple.

  “Yes,” I admitted, as if it hadn’t already been obvious.

  “Then just enjoy it,” he said, rubbing my nipples in between the fingers of both of his hands, staring down at them as they became erect for him again. “I know that out there in the real world, everything is rushed and people want instant satisfaction. Nothing is ever good enough. But here we could live in a fantasy world, where sometimes the journey is as good as the destination.”

  “Okay,” I
told him, wanting him to just keep doing what he was doing. “But I’d really like it if you should share something with me, to maybe see how I handle it. I won’t freak out. Or at least tell me why you don’t want to take my virginity right now when I’m obviously completely ready to give it up to you?”

  “I bet you’ve been ready to give it up for some time,” he said, taking one hand away from my nipple in order to cup my ass cheek and spank it a bit. “You’ve been very naughty in your thoughts, haven’t you?”

  My cheeks burned as he said this.

  I knew it was true.

  But I also didn’t know how he knew.

  “How do you…?”

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “I can’t see what goes on beyond Bethel Forest. That’s why I understand why you had to leave. It was for the best. Because neither can…”

  He trailed off now, and my head was spinning in confusion. I almost felt as if I was on some kind of drug that was masking reality, or more like making fantastical events seem real.

  Perhaps I couldn’t handle this.

  Perhaps I was freaking out whenever he told me something hard to believe.

  I didn’t understand why he was acting as if he had to forgive me for leaving this place. It was hardly my decision. I had only been a baby, and had no control over the matter.

  “Neither can who?” I asked, trying to draw out more of the truth from him.

  But he was stingy with information, as always, and instead he returned to the original subject.

  “What I mean is that I don’t know what you’ve been up to, or not, out there,” he continues, “and your Aunt Marla kept most of your letters in strict confidence, other than for letting us know that you were alive and well and continuing to write, which all of us were very happy about.”

  “All of whom?” I asked, confused again, because I hadn’t seen him with anyone.

  Well, no other humans, anyway. Only a bunch of wolves.

  Suddenly the way he had growled replayed in my ears, and the way his eyes had glowed replayed in my vision.

  “What matters is that you are here with me now,” he said. “And it’s only a matter of common sense that you would have wanted to… experiment… out there, but I know that you likely couldn’t find a good partner. You felt different from the guys you tried to date and none of them ever made you feel much.”

  He’s right.

  How could he be so right about me when he doesn’t even know me?

  But it felt as if he did know me.

  As if he had always known me.

  My mind was swirling with more questions.

  He had two fingers of one of his hands in my pussy and all the fingers in his other hand on my nipple. So it was a little hard to concentrate. I was starting to give up on finding out the answers to my questions right now.

  Except for one.

  “When will you take my virginity?” I asked him.

  “When you’re ready,” he said, and I hated that answer, because I felt more ready than ever.

  Like he said, I had been ready for someone, anyone, to take it for a long time and even though I hadn’t found the right person, I was still planning to give it up. Now that I had met him and we had this amazing chemistry and instant attraction, everything felt right.

  Chapter Eleven

  Melchior

  I could tell that I held Marilyn’s interest just as firmly as I held her pussy in my hand. And I had her devotion just as surely as I had her nipple pinched in my finger.

  Here she was asking me every question under the sun and I wasn’t telling her many answers in response and she was still being patient and waiting.

  Not to mention the fact that she was letting me do whatever I wanted to her body.

  “You need to learn to free yourself and let go and find freedom in restraint,” I told her, my cock straining because it wanted to be in her mouth, or even more so in her sweet, wet pussy, but I need to take my own advice. “When I take your virginity, it will unleash more power than you ever knew was imaginable.”

  I refrained from telling her what powers, exactly, I was referring to.

  I would let her think I only meant physical power, but I meant something a lot more earth-shattering.

  “I need to make sure to get you ready,” I told her. “I’ll teach you the power of feeling amazing without going all the way. I’ll master all your senses and teach you how to do the same. And only then is when I’ll claim you.”

  “Okay,” she said, looking up into my eyes with a look in her own that seemed to be a mixture of trust and desire.

  I couldn’t stand it anymore.

  If I looked back into her pretty eyes much longer, I was going to do one of two things, and I knew that neither one was a good choice.

  I would want to take her virginity.

  Or my inner wolf would flash his desire and she would see it.

  I was afraid she already had, since she had looked at me and asked “what” I was.

  Perhaps my eyes were glowing. Or my claws started to come out on her skin. Or the sound of my growl was a bit too realistic.

  It was probably some combination of all three things.

  “Turn around,” I commanded her, so that if my eyes were to glow, she couldn’t see it.

  And it was also all the better to see her juicy ass that way.

  She did as I told her to, looking rather confused but as if knowing that it didn’t do any good to ask me any further questions.

  She was completely naked now and not even cold, even though there was snow on the ground.

  At least, I didn’t think she was cold, since she wasn’t shivering and her flawless, smooth skin was free of goosebumps.

  She probably hadn’t even realized how could she should be, if she wasn’t who she was.

  Because she didn’t even know who she was.

  “That’s a good girl,” I told her, taking her ass cheeks in my hand and squeezing them.

  I cupped one and spanked the other.

  “Ouch,” she jumped, but her luscious ass cheeks fell back into my hand on her way down. “That hurt but I liked it.”

  “You shouldn’t completely like it,” I told her. “You should be a little uncomfortable and scared by it, but not so much that you don’t trust me.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, as I spanked her other ass cheek, harder this time.

  She didn’t even yelp this time, but I liked the way she’d called me “sir.”

  “There will be things I do, things that happen due to this place and the way that we are, that will be very different and make you feel uncomfortable,” I told her, as I spread her ass cheeks wide apart with my hands. “But you have to trust me. And trust your own instincts.”

  “Yes, sir,” she said, as I told her, “bend over.”

  She did as I instructed, her back getting flat as a table, her big butt spread open in front of me.

  I spread her pussy lips open, too, so that I had an amazing view of her pussy lips and her little ass hole, just like in my fantasy of her.

  I put one finger in her pussy hole and the other dangerously close to her ass hole, without putting it in. She flinched a bit, so I took the part of my finger that wasn’t completely in her pussy hole and began to rub her clit with it, to relax her, while the tip of my finger was thrusting in and out of her wet hole.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, obviously feeling good, but I knew from the way she had flinched that she had felt exposed and vulnerable from the way I had gotten close to touching her asshole.

  And that was exactly how I wanted her to feel.

  My plan to train her, to make her trust her every instinct when she was with me and to do whatever I wanted, was working out quite well.

  Chapter Twelve

  Marilyn

  I used to keep a diary of long journal entries, chronicling every experience I had and describing my every emotion. I was an introverted loner who didn’t have a lot of friends and couldn’t talk to my father about real li
fe things because he wanted me to live in some fantasy world where everything was perfect and I hadn’t started out with some secret past no one would tell me about.

  So, I “talked things over” with myself by writing about them. But I didn’t even know what I’d write about this particular experience, because words escaped me.

  Here I was bent over butt naked in a forest full of snow but all I could feel was the warmth of the sexy, near-stranger’s body behind mine. His cock had been pressed up against my pelvis earlier, straining as if it had wanted to break free, and now my pussy and ass were on full display to him.

  He was rubbing my clit while fingering my pussy hole and I was dangerously close to coming. I say “dangerously” because I just knew it would make me scream louder than I was intending to and of course louder than I was supposed to.

  “Melchior,” I breathed, so close to the edge I could barely stand it. “I think I need to scream.”

  “No, you don’t,” he said, putting a hand up to my mouth. “You need to be silenced by me.”

  He pulled on my clit, massaging it between the fingers of one of his hands while his other was gripped tightly around my mouth. I couldn’t scream even if I wanted to, or else the sound would be muffled by his hand.

  Then he put two fingers in my pussy hole and pushed them in and out of me.

  “Ride my hand,” he commanded me, but first he stopped and slapped my ass.

  He alternated between cupping and squeezing my ass and spanking it with the palm of his hand, while his fingers and the top part of his hand was up against my pussy. Meanwhile I was grinding it up against his hard cock and riding his hand like he’d told me to.

  Suddenly, in the distance, by a tree, I could swear I saw a wolf watching us.

  I tried to tell Melchior, but I couldn’t use my voice.

  Then I wondered if it was a figment of my imagination. It was hard to tell what was real and what was fantasy anymore.