Alpha's Last Fight: A Paranormal Shapeshifter BBW Romance

by Rose, Aubrey

  I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. My heart was still pounding in my chest.

  “Well, then,” he said, grinning, “let’s try it again.”

  “Hutch!”

  He was already down, his mouth moving over my skin. His strong hand pressed my hip back into the earth when I bucked up to meet him. I gasped as he moved farther, farther down until his breath was hot against my panties. His fingers hooked through the elastic waistband and pulled. I grabbed his wrist with my hand, and although he was strong enough to pull away, he stopped instantly.

  “Hutch—”

  “Let me lead you. I promise it’ll be okay.”

  The sureness in his voice made me breathe more easily, and I slowly unwrapped my fingers from his wrist. Dizzy with his scent, I let my head fall back against the ground.

  He slid my panties down, leaving me wet and naked. Kneeling over me, he slid his hands over my body from my thighs to my breasts, his face an expression of awe.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said. “Every single inch of you is gorgeous.”

  I wriggled under his gaze, but then his fingers stopped at my thighs and his hand slid down, touching me where I was wet. A whimper escaped my throat and I felt my wolf surge forward.

  “I know you want me,” Hutch said. He bent his head and kissed my lips, his fingers still sliding around my opening, teasing me. I couldn’t breathe, not with his mouth against mine. Then he pulled back sharply, and I was left with an aching, unfulfilled desire.

  “Ever since I was a boy, I knew what kind of mate I would have.” Hutch spoke as he slid down and pressed his knee between my legs. He pushed down his pants and then he was naked, too, his cock hard and insistent on my thigh. I could feel him throbbing, and the nearness of his body made the wolf inside leap at the door, whining to get out.

  “She would be beautiful and fierce and smarter than me,” Hutch said, smiling. His finger pressed into me then, and I gasped. My body clenched in and out, and I fought to keep control. “But I had no idea you would leave all my expectations in the dust. You are beyond every hope I had. And if you let me be your mate, Natalie, I promise I won’t let you down.”

  “Yes,” I said.

  Pushing my legs apart, Hutch bore down on me. His entire body pressed against mine, and the breath left my lungs. Then he eased up, and I could feel him at my opening, hot and hard against me.

  “You want this, Natalie,” he said. His arms pinned mine to the ground, and his hips were braced against my thighs. “Don’t keep it in. Let it out. Let it run free.” He pressed against me, and I could feel him entering me, pushing inside my slickness.

  Fear raced through my veins. This was how it had happened before. But this time, it was the desire that I couldn’t control, that spiraled up and broke through the gate. The wolf was out.

  I cried out, but the cry was a snarl. I saw Hutch above me, holding me down.

  “It’s alright, Natalie.” I heard his words clearly, as though he was speaking to me directly inside my mind. “Keep the passion. Let the wolf run in your own skin. Find the edge. Find your balance.”

  I thrashed my head to the side and pulled into myself. The wolf eased back, and then I saw her. I saw myself from above, as Hutch saw me.

  I was her. I was an animal, and I didn’t need to shift in order to be a wolf. As I watched myself move, I could feel the muscles stretch, the tendons shift. I turned the ferocity inwards, letting it run through me. As I did, I saw myself shift back to human form, the claws retracting.

  The wolf was still there, and I blinked. Hutch’s face hovered just above mine and every color in his face was vibrant, so much more vibrant than they should have been in the dark. This time I could see every pore in his skin. The ghost traces of every scar he had gotten in his fights. I could smell his sweat and the juices of both of us, mixed together. I could hear the desire in his breathing.

  “There you go, Nat,” he said breathily. His arms trembled, and I could tell he had been on the verge of losing control himself.

  “It’s there,” I said, breathless. “It’s right there, inside of me. It’s moving with me.”

  “Don’t try to control it,” Hutch said. “But don’t let it control you.”

  “I won’t.”

  “What do you need from me?” Hutch asked. His breath was heavy, and I could tell he wanted me more than anything else. This time, I wasn’t afraid to want him back.

  “You’re my mate,” I said, turning my gaze onto him. “I want you to take me.”

  With a growl of pleasure, he sank into me.

  I cried out when his cock entered me for the first time, my muscles clenching hard against his thickness. Such a strange feeling, to want something so desperately at the same time and to fear it as well. I didn’t know if he would split me open. He was so huge. My hands splayed over his broad shoulders.

  “Hutch!”

  “Take me inside,” he said, and I bit my lip as he eased into me, the slickness making it easier for him to work his cock farther, deeper. The sense of fullness made me moan with delight, even as he tore his way through me. The pain of it was eclipsed by the need for him to be part of me, to take me, to own my body and become part of it.

  As he began to thrust in and out, animal desire took over. His scent, the feel of his palms on my skin, everything made me ache with a need I had never given into.

  I clutched his hips and before long, I was pulling him in deeper, harder. I couldn’t stop, my hips bucking against him even as I screamed with how thick he was inside me. I needed it. I needed him. The animal raged, its growls becoming my groans as he bore into me, plunging me into a fiery heaven.

  “Yes! Yes!” I screamed, and when I opened my eyes, I saw Hutch losing himself to the sensation and my cries. His eyes burned gold and he thrust harder, harder, slamming against me. My hands gripped his hips and pulled him to me until, finally, he rode me hard to the edge of my pleasure. I could feel the ache transforming into a shudder, and I let the wolf run through me, let the animal sense everything. The slickness of his skin on my chest, smearing against my nipples. The smell of his juices mixing with mine. Everything burst open into flashes of light and scent and I came hard, clenched around his cock tightly.

  “OHHH,” I moaned. My body rippled with animal desire, and he thrust harder, sending me past the first wave of orgasm instantly into another one. My limbs shook but he was carrying me in his arms, his thick cock thrusting into my core until his sweat and mine made it impossible for him to grip me. Then he wrapped his arm around me and thrust in with his entire body.

  His scent changed just before he came, and I held on for dear life as his climax rolled through his body and brought me along with it. A howl echoed through the night, and I could not tell whether it was him or me or perhaps both of us crying out in pleasure, our bodies shivering against each other in the throes of a passion so strong that no human body could contain it.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Hutch

  I uncurled my contorted body from the passenger seat of Nat’s shitty little car and took a couple of minutes to try and get the blood circulating in my legs again. I hate cars. I hate being caged. A couple of hours in this miniature deathtrap felt like an eternity.

  “Are we there yet?”

  “About halfway.”

  “You got to be kidding me.”

  “Don’t be such a baby. Anyway, you didn’t have to come. You volunteered.”

  “I thought…”

  “Hmmm?”

  “You’d like…”

  “Hmmm?”

  “Hey, cut it out.” The new Nat was cute. Cute but annoying. Annoyingly cute. When she’d asked if I wanted to head back to her apartment for the weekend so she could do a few chores, I’d agreed. Partly out of curiosity, partly because we’d been an item for a couple of weeks now and it seemed like what I was supposed to do, but mostly because I wanted to be around her.

  The new Nat wasn’t just cute. She was sassy. She was insa
tiable. In some ways I guess she was making up for lost time. But maybe this was just her. The real her. The one she’d kept caged for the last five years.

  Either way, I wasn’t complaining. It wasn’t just the sex though. I felt better around her. Just… better. She brought out the best in me.

  “Seriously, why did you come, Hutch? I thought you hated cities.”

  “Yeah… but I like you.”

  She pranced over to me. I felt like I’d been locked up in some kind of torture chamber, but she was as fresh as a daisy. She smelled amazing.

  “Oh… you like me? You like me. Just like. Or like like? I mean, I seem to remember something… something you said about an alpha needing a… what was that word, begins with...”

  “OK, enough already. Guys say loads of stuff when they want some. In the heat of the moment and that. You know how it is.”

  “Oh, guys say stuff when they want some? Is that all it was?”

  She reached out and put the flat of her palm against my thigh. I could feel the heat through my jeans.

  “You want some now, Hutch?”

  Her hand inched upwards, smoothing out the material in its wake. Searching me out, finding the curve of my manhood and then stopping, her hand resting against me.

  Cars flew past us at sixty miles an hour but the rest stop was deserted for now. Hell yeah, I wanted some.

  “Why don’t you say some stuff and see where it gets you?”

  I raised my eyebrows, darting a quick glance over at her. She smiled pertly.

  “Come on. You’re a guy. You want some. Talk to me. You never know what might happen.”

  While I was trying to figure out what she was on about, she began to trace a line around the bulge of my cock with her thumb. I felt a twinge of growing desire as I began to stiffen. These jeans were tight, and this was going to get uncomfortable pretty quickly if she kept this up.

  And then she gave me a pat and stepped away.

  “I’m serious Hutch. You want some? Talk to me. I don’t just like it when you growl and fight. I want a partner I can talk to.”

  “I uh… you’re really pretty?”

  She rolled her eyes.

  “That’s the best you got? What about the other girls? What do you say to them?”

  “Maybe… ‘You want to fuck?’ And then they say ‘yeah’. And then it’s mostly just growling and panting and them calling out my name.”

  “You really suck at this, don’t you?” She crossed her arms.

  “Sorry!”

  “And speaking of sucking...” Nat dropped to a crouch in front of me and I felt the muscles across my abdomen tighten instinctively in anticipation. But for now, she just played with me through my jeans, tracing the outline of my rapidly stiffening cock with her fingernails in delicate swirling patterns.

  “Say something nice about me. I don’t just want a buffed out guy to shove his dick in me without ever talking. Say something that lets me know you want me, that lets me know what you want. Say something that makes me feel good about what we’re doing here. What we’ve been doing for the past couple of weeks.”

  This relationship was difficult and confusing. Sure it had only been a couple of weeks, but we’d fucked plenty and she’d never made me play twenty questions first.

  I was tempted to just take control. Grab her… kiss her… make her mine. She liked that. She loved that. But... stupid fucking Gina with her stupid fucking advice. Ever since Nat and I had gotten serious, that girl had been all up in my face constantly trying to re-educate me and turn me into boyfriend material.

  You gotta mix it up a bit, Hutch. You got to let her take the lead as well, Hutch. Make sure she knows you’ve got feelings and crap like that, Hutch. If you screw this up, I’m going to make sure you never walk again, Hutch.

  I didn’t want to screw this up. But I didn’t want it to be this complicated either.

  “You know I’ve fucked a lot of women right—ow, what the fuck?”

  I hadn’t even finished my sentence when she gave my cock a violent squeeze, and not in a fun way.

  “Are you kidding? That’s your opener? Are you going to tell me about all the diseases they’ve given you next?”

  “Shifters don’t get those diseases.”

  “You say that as if it’s your species’ biggest accomplishment.”

  I shrugged.

  “Our species. And you didn’t let me finish. A lot of women. And none of them made me feel the way you do.”

  She reached up and began to undo my belt. She didn’t need to tell me to go on.

  “You make me feel better.”

  “Better?” She asked, as she tugged at my waistband, pulling my jeans down over my hips so I sprung free. My cock bobbing and weaving in front of me like it had just entered the ring.

  “I… yeah… just better. When I first met you… and by the way, when I first met you, before all this, the first thing I thought was ‘she’s pretty’. And we don’t get a lot of pretty at the fights. We got hot, we got sexy, and I never cared much for beautiful. I mean a broken and bloody nose is beautiful if it wins you the fight.”

  I could feel myself flagging a little. I was rambling. She wasn’t losing interest, though, so I kept it up.

  “I mean it, I thought you were pretty. I still think you’re pretty, Natalie.”

  I had to thank Gina for that one. Call her Natalie now and then, not just Nat, it’ll make her believe any old shit you tell her. Except it wasn’t ‘any old shit’. I meant it all. When I first saw her. That dress, those eyes and those hourglass curves that just didn’t quit.

  “Since then I just thought that if I was around you, you’d make me better. Better man, better wolf, better fighter, better lover.”

  She toyed with me as I spoke. Sometimes she barely even touched me, her fingers like wind against the heat of my flesh. Sometimes she just looked at me, as if I was like a work of art or something. Sometimes she inhaled me, as if… I don’t know what. Whatever it was, it was working. I felt an infuriatingly delicious need. And every time she parted her lips, to moisten them, or even just to draw another breath, I felt a surge of heat swirling outwards from somewhere deep inside the pit of my stomach.

  “And I don’t know. I was right, I guess. You make me better. I can feel it whenever I’m around you and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before and I don’t want to stop feeling it. Is that good enough? It’s all I’ve got, Nat.”

  It was good enough. She told me with deeds rather than words. Her lips parted and she leaned toward me, taking me into her soft, warm mouth. I groaned, but resisted the urge to thrust forward. I didn’t need to take her like that. Not when she was willing to take me.

  This wasn’t completely uncharted territory, but it was never like this. Out here in the open, her showing me what she could do and asking for nothing in return except the truth.

  I felt her hands on my ass, cupping my cheeks and pulling me forward. Pulling more of me into her mouth. I lifted my head and exhaled a hiss of pleasure through my teeth.

  I placed my hands on either side of her head. Not to take over or guide her; she had that well under control. I just wanted to feel her hair. Strands of it sliding through my fingers. So soft, so beautiful. Dammit. I found myself wishing I understood why she made me feel like this.

  I was glad I didn’t have to speak any more. My mouth was dry and she had to make do with the grunts and groans of a man whose ability to speak had been eradicated by a desperate need for release.

  She kept me in her mouth when I came. My strangled howl met with a muffled yelp of surprise, and then a deep satisfying moan as she kept toying with me, with teeth and tongue, until I was spent.

  When we were done, we both cleaned up a little. And, in the middle of getting ourselves sorted, she got the giggles. I just stood there grinning. I was wondering if I should offer to return the favor when a car pulled into the stop. This set off another fit of giggles. I didn’t really get the joke, but I liked that she was happy
.

  She took me by the hand and led me back to the car. “Thanks for coming with me, Hutch. I mean it. And just… thanks in general.”

  “Uh… you’re welcome.”

  It kind of felt like it should have been the other way around, but who was I to argue? All the way to her place, I thought about what I might say the next time she asked me to… say stuff.

  ***

  “Is this it?”

  I was confused. Her apartment was tiny. Barely bigger than my trailer. But I could sense her relief when she walked into the door anyway. This… this was home to her. How could anyone be happy in a place like this?

  “Yes, this is it.”

  “But it’s so… small.”

  “You’re one to talk. You live in a trailer.”

  I shook my head. That was the dog in her speaking. “I sleep in a trailer. Sometimes. I don’t live there. I live out—”

  I gestured towards her window, but all I could see was glimpses of a gray sky through towers of concrete, steel and glass.

  “You can see the park.” She pouted, clearly disappointed by my lack of enthusiasm for the shoebox she called home.

  “Where?”

  She pointed to a sliver of green, glimpsed between two office blocks. I’d seen enough. I wanted to go home, but I’d promised Nat we could visit for the weekend and I don’t think I could have faced the drive again so soon anyway. Just a weekend. I could survive that.

  I paced restlessly about the room while she binned junk mail and watered plants that had seen better days. When she was done, she fished a beer out of the fridge for me.

  “So what are you going to do? Sell this place?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You can’t stay here. I assumed you’d move in to my tr… well into the camp anyway. Or maybe just live with your Dad; that could work.”

  “I still have a job, Hutch. Technically anyway. This is my home. I mean, we don’t even know where this… us… is going yet. I’m not in a rush.”

  “You can’t stay here.”

  She paused.

  “That’s really not up to you, is it?”