Alpha Shifter Protectors: Paranormal Romance Collection

by Keri Hudson

  “Once we’re back,” Lisa corrected him, her big blue eyes locking on his.

  CHAPTER TEN

  They lay down on the grass next to the pond in the center of the clearing, leaving their leathers in a clump by their side. The sky was blue above them, fluffy white clouds floating, parrots flying by periodically. The rocky walls of the hideaway rose up to give them privacy despite being out in the open, only the parrots to look on.

  She was beautiful beneath him, amazing, her soft skin wafting up a salty, human scent as he kissed her luscious lips, his hand finding her perfect breasts to give a gentle squeeze. Lisa gasped with delight as Paul’s instincts rose to the fore. Though he’d never been with a woman, it was as if years of superior biology and animal senses were rising up from the core of his very being.

  His right hand found her leg, sliding his palm down her inner thigh, and she parted them just a bit, telling Paul all that he wanted and needed to know. It was a wordless welcome, her shifting just a bit beneath his strong fingers.

  His lips kissed her neck, chest, taking one nipple in, tongue dancing over it as the little pink wonder hardened with his attention, goosebumps rising around it. Its partner was just as pleased, her chest rising and falling with the increased depth of her breathing.

  Paul kept kissing, further down her taut belly, pulling her right leg up and sliding beneath it, lying back down as her knees rose and spread. Her flesh had a taste that Paul could hardly understand—salty and sharp, a musk that went straight to the back of his brain and the bottom of his heart.

  Her hands found the back of his head, fingers pulling at the stalks of his long, brown hair. She pulled with just the right amount of pressure, prompting a tingling pain in his scalp. Her hips rolled, legs spreading just a little more. His tongue stroked the length of her womanhood, her gasps of pleasure fueling his passion, tongue flicking back and forth to the delight of her flowering pink tissues.

  “Oh, yes,” she said, her voice soft and grainy, “yes… yes…”

  Paul’s tongue swirled and sloped, her pleasure driving him even as he drove her pleasure, a sweet cycle Paul never wanted to be pulled from.

  But Lisa clearly had other ideas. She sat up and pushed Paul over onto his back, clearly willing and wanting to deliver as much pleasure as she was obviously happy to receive. She started kissing his chest, sheeted with muscle, and her hand found his aching manhood. Her little fist wrapped around it, squeezing tight as she pumped it up and down. It seemed to grow even longer and thicker with her attention. The little sting of her teeth biting down on his nipples sent waves of pleasure through his upper body, to shoot up into his brain and down to his loins.

  Her face crept closer to it, kissing a trail down his own torso toward his outstretched unit. His own hips began to roll, anticipation streaming through him as he closed his eyes, concentrating on those careful kisses, finally reaching the center of his body.

  She folded her lips around her teeth and took him in. The sensation was explosively exciting, waves of pleasure instantly passing through him to be surrounded by that warm wetness. Her tongue swirled around, top and bottom, taking him in deep as her hands clutched it, one hand on the base, the other holding him midshaft as her mouth wrapped itself around him, taking him deeper and deeper, her tissues surrounding his heated member.

  Lisa pulled her head up to release his shimmering shaft, pressing it against her face, her cheeks, even her eyelashes seemed to tickle his wet skin as she nuzzled him. Then she took him in again, and he moaned softly as he pushed his hips up just a little.

  “You’re amazing,” she whispered, the words sinking straight to the bottom of his consciousness. It was what he wanted to hear, it was all he wanted to hear. He’d envisioned such a meeting, such a time, but never thought it would happen. With this supple goddess bringing pleasure he never thought he’d know, Paul was filled with hope and strength, the feeling that anything was possible. The island could no longer contain him, his family could no longer constrain him. Though still on that island, facing the fantasy of Lisa’s rescue, Paul felt as if she’d already rescued him, freed him from his prison of loneliness and hopelessness.

  Lisa straddled Paul, slinging one of those exquisite legs over his hips and resting on her knees. She positioned him between her tight lips, heated and moist, and slowly lowered herself down onto him. She paused, holding the head in place and giving it a gentle, masterful squeeze with her muscular organ. It was just a taste of what Paul would be getting, and it sent bolts of anticipation through him. His hands landed on her luscious thighs, fingers squeezing gently as they ran up and down those creamy pillars.

  Lisa’s legs were doing most of the work, lowering her slowly over him, slow and sensual before stopping, resting, then pushing up again. Up and down, slow and certain, over just the first few inches of his incredible endowment. Paul savored the feeling, having anticipated it his entire life. But it was more than he expected, unique pressures creating sensations that nothing else could and that nobody else ever would, Paul felt certain. He’d found his other half, his soulmate, and the feelings she was inspiring in him elevated him above any position he’d ever held. He was more a man than he’d ever been, and he’d go on to be more of a fully realized thing, a thing once incomplete made whole.

  Lisa sank down deeper over him, grinding slowly and sensually, inspiring a slightly faster grind to possess his hips, the muscles of his legs tightening to lift his hips and Lisa up with them. She threw her head back, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders, proud breasts high and round on her chest, jiggling just a bit with the increased frenzy of her grind. But she was patient, slow, and Paul had an instinctive reaction to that, to follow it, to build up the pressure by little increments until it would be unbearable, explosive, ecstatic.

  Lisa leaned forward, her hands splayed over Paul’s muscular chest. Her fingers pressed into his muscles, tense beneath them, fingertips pressing in with little stinging pains that Paul relished, converting that pain into pressure of his own, raising his hips further and faster to increase the frenzy of their intercourse.

  Up and down, with a grinding swirl to accentuate the pressure, Lisa sat on Paul and ground down on him, hips pumping, milking him; it was a dream come true, more than Paul had ever imagined.

  And his own response was more than he’d have expected. He felt stronger than he thought he might, his body filled with power he’d never known and endurance that he’d never imagined. Paul felt as if he’d been created just for that moment, for that pairing, that everything he’d ever thought, said, done, loved, killed, eaten, had all been intended to fuel that moment, to make him the man he was then and the man he would forever be thereafter. He’d never be the same after his first coupling with Lisa van Kamp, and he couldn’t have been gladder.

  But he could be more fulfilled, and he was about to be.

  She moved a little faster, sinking down to almost half his enormous shaft, groaning and whimpering with the effort to take him in further. Her gorgeous legs flexed as they rose her up and down over him, sweet pressure clamping over his manhood as he thrust up and in, a tantalizing tingle as she pulled up and waited, then drove down again. She was cunning and clever, Paul could sense it in her, and he could sense her—who she was and what she wanted, what she needed. It was a personal, physical connection like he’d never known before and he knew he’d never know it again.

  But what he would know would be even better, every stroke promising a future of fantastic heights, a life where he could imagine them sending each other higher and higher, replicating their first meeting with new and even greater familiarity, passion, love.

  Paul shook his hips and Lisa trembled above him, her fingers craning into his skin, the muscles stretched beneath. She ground her hips to counter his shake, inspired to plunge down deeper and take him in even further, her thighs flexing as they lowered her even more.

  She started pumping faster, and the blood rushed through Paul’s body, chemicals leaking fro
m his tissues to give him more strength, more fervor. Her breasts and naked shoulders arching up to her pouting lips and smooth cheeks sent electric waves of sexual power through him. Instead of racing toward a climax, Paul felt as if they could keep that journey going forever, and that was just want he wanted to do. As that gorgeous young woman dropped herself down on him, squeezing and shifting her hips just so to create fantastic pressures against him, Paul was in ecstasy.

  He looked up at that wondrous creature, delivered to him by a miracle. She seemed to radiate her own delight, eyes dipping shut and then opening wide and fierce, staring right into his. He could feel her power then, knew her ability to take what she wanted and to let herself surrender to what her animal self wanted.

  It was then that Paul could see that there was a similarity between them, a commonality she could not fully know. She had a part of her that was animal as well, a primal beast which had been imprisoned in a life of civility, of humanity. But the beast within was strong, ready to reach out and scream her power to the skies for it to echo across the planet.

  But the beast in Paul was strong too, getting stronger by the second, by the stroke, that Paul could no longer lie flat beneath her. He’d savored her attention and admired her strength and sexual courage, but the same welled up in Paul until he could no longer resist it. That power seemed to take control of his body, his mind, and his soul. Her body was light above him as that natural strength pushed his body up. They rolled and soon enough he was on top of her, his body inundated with invisible energies he could scarcely control.

  But Paul slowed his bump back down to the beginning, as his only lover had sensually instructed him. He drew in and out slowly, a stark contrast to the frenzied pumping of only a few seconds before. The change created a shift in power and that clearly amplified Lisa’s reactions, her mouth wide open but emitting no sound.

  She had experiences that Paul had never had, had been disallowed by the island from having. But her animal instincts could not match Paul’s, and the two clashed in a communal commitment to their mutual satisfaction. Neither seemed willing to surrender, and their loving clash went on with furious consequences.

  Paul pumped faster, but not too fast—just enough to drive her frenzy and his own to a higher degree. He savored the feeling of driving himself into her, of her delicious contractions around his muscular extension. It was a dream, a nightmare, a new reality unfolding all at once.

  But Paul was instinctively aware of his lesser impulses. He pulled back, slowing his grind to extend their mutual pleasure, taking in the sight of her gorgeous face beneath him, perfect breasts and arching shoulders that drew him closer, deeper, harder, faster.

  His hips pushed forward even faster and deeper, all thought and reason disappearing from his consciousness. All Paul wanted at that moment was to be deeper, to be in her body entirely, to disappear in all that luscious loveliness, to escape that place through her and inside of her. Her lips quivered, eyes closed, breasts vibrating with the sexual power building up between them.

  It had to erupt soon, lest it destroy them both.

  Paul drove himself into Lisa with greater force and she was willing and even wanting to take it. For all her lithe femininity, she had incredible strength and fortitude. While she’d seemed to be fragile and delicate, she was proving herself a creature of amazing power, throwing energy back to him instead of just accepting his attention. She was a thing that Paul could only have imagined and then couldn’t even have imagined might exist. Yet there she was, beneath him, accepting him, writhing with the pleasure he was giving her. He only wanted to give her more, to give her everything.

  And he was going to do just that.

  Paul drove in faster and deeper, propelled by instinct and generations behind him. He was among the most powerful creatures on the planet, but his power had been wasted until that moment. But Paul was suddenly at one with his own personal strength, finally the man he’d wanted to be, and definitely with the woman he wanted and needed to be with. He felt himself rising to the occasion, to the mantle of his own life and his own destiny.

  Paul’s release had been gathering, his natural strength surprisingly able to hold it back. He had power he’d never imagined, and he knew then that he could withhold his delivery, that every impulse was at his command. Paul had never felt stronger, more able to satisfy the beautiful angel beneath him and himself as well; to conquer the island, his family, the entire world.

  And Paul could sense Lisa’s own release gathering, overpowering her. She began to shake, wondrous whining leaking out of her luscious lips, louder and louder as she closed her eyes. He could feel her recoiling into her own soul, personal privacy laid bare for only Paul to see, their intimacy a point of godly perfection.

  Paul’s own discharge raced down his length and burst into her with a fury, twenty-five years of pent-up sorrow and hope and energy and glee pouring out of him and into her, joining them together for that moment and for all times.

  Her own body reacted, and Paul could feel her hot juices collecting inside of her, shaking her body and flushing her gorgeous face with a pink glow. Her eyes dipped shut again, biting her lower lip to quell what was obviously her inner delight and ultimate satisfaction. Paul was gratified to have brought her any pleasure at all, much less so much. He was in paradise just to have his body touching hers, to feel those legs around his hips, her incredible strength wrapped around him, hips pulling to milk every bit of his loving release. She took it in, with obvious gratitude and ravenous hunger, as if it were the food for her soul and the reason for her being.

  It was.

  They froze in that moment of fantastic rigidity, muscles tightening and then slowly releasing. They fell into each other’s arms, lying in the shelter of their seclusion, their privacy, a feeling that only those two could share. Paul’s family, Lisa’s father and his forces, all of them felt so far away that they would never displace that glorious moment.

  She rested on his chest, exhausted by their mutual strength, by the irresistible attraction between the two. Fate had drawn them together, and Paul was certain that she was the reason for those long-suffering years, that everything in his life suddenly had logic and reason and rightness. With that living, breathing, loving angel resting on his chest, her delicate repose so lovely under the darkening sky, Paul couldn’t doubt that something had brought them together. And that same force would keep them together, against all odds and for the rest of their lives.

  Until death would them part.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  They’d spent the rest of the night making love and savoring each other’s company. He delighted in her smile, her comfort in his presence. She seemed to be falling in love with him just as hard and fast as he had fallen for her. He was astounded that such a woman could exist at all, much less that she’d been delivered to him by some higher power, perhaps by the island itself.

  But Paul knew the truth. He’d had long hours to consider the mysteries Lisa had mentioned. But where she had only questions, Paul already had the answers.

  It was the orcas, he was certain. They’d ensured her safety out on the waves, as no sea creature could assault a pod of killer whales. And those incredibly intelligent and hateful wolves of the sea would know that she’d be the perfect bait to lure one of the lupes into an easy kill. Why they failed to attack him when he found her, Paul couldn’t be sure. But it seemed the only reasonable explanation for how she arrived alone and unscathed.

  The threat of the orcas had to be endured in order to fish, which was a vital part of the Landrys’ lives. But the clams were in whirlpools in the rocky crags, and there he could find crabs, small fish, any number of delectable edibles. And though it was possible that Lisa’s father was indeed going to send rescue forces, it was just as possible that they would fail in their search. Lisa needed to know the ways of survival on the island. And Paul could not afford to leave her behind as he went fishing, lest his cousin or father or even his brother decide to make a play
for Lisa’s possession.

  In any case, her company was a wonder to him, and Paul wanted her by his side for every minute of every day. He wanted to go back to the cave for more conjugal bliss. He wanted her and nothing else.

  But her presence did suggest other things that sent Paul’s mind and heart reeling. It was true that her rich and powerful father would indeed send a rescue effort, and it was even possible that the effort would be successful. The possibilities were almost too much to consider.

  They arrived at the beach, and Paul pulled a broad leaf from a noni tree, then another which he handed to Lisa. “To collect the bounty,” he said, leading her to the clusters of whirlpools in the rocky outcrops that reached out into the ocean. The orcas couldn’t mount those rocks, the damage to their sleek physiques would be too great. It was just one way that the Landrys had learned to outsmart those clever devils.

  Paul held Lisa’s hand as they walked carefully and she a bit clumsily onto the rocks. The water lapped up and pulled out, white froth and flecks of foam jumping up and disappearing to reveal new deposits into the pools: angel fish, a fine crab that wriggled its legs and snapped its claws at Paul when he placed it on its back in the leaf.

  Lisa seemed fascinated by it all, and Paul had little wonder. Though she was clearly very wealthy and had all manner of fine experiences—meeting people of fame and power, seeing the far corners of the globe, sleeping in luxurious beds with covers and sheets and fine, firm mattresses as his father had described to him and his brother and sister and cousin. She’d lived the life he’d dreamed of but had been certain would never be his, just as she was a woman he’d been sure would never be his.

  But Paul Landry’s life was changing and fast, and it suddenly seemed that anything was possible. Her father, with his wealth and dedication, might actually find the island and rescue Lisa and all the Landrys. In that case, Paul allowed himself to hope and believe that Lisa’s feelings for him were true and real, as Paul’s certainly were for her. It seemed altogether possible that not only would Paul be able to leave that godforsaken island, but that he could live a life like Lisa’s, with Lisa. Without her, he wouldn’t want any of it; he loved her, he already knew it. He’d be happy enough to stay on the island with her for the rest of their lives, as long as he had her love and her company. But his family was a lingering concern, and Paul was beginning to feel that, if Lisa was indeed stranded and forgotten as the Landrys were, her presence would be a continuous source of disruption. Paul didn’t care, he’d endure any disruption and reject his entire family for her, live with her in seclusion if that was necessary.