Filthy Alpha

by Liza Street

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and he groaned, pulling away from the kiss. “Blythe. What are you doing?”

  “Um, the hanky panky?”

  He laughed and traced the edge of her smile with his finger. “Seriously. What do you want?”

  Yanking him toward her by the shoulders, she kissed him again, this time pressing her tongue inside of his mouth. Their mouths danced, tongues twisting together. He growled against her, eager to find out what other pleasures her body had to offer, eager to give her pleasure in return.

  “I want more kissing,” she gasped as she tore herself away from him. “More kissing. Everywhere.”

  Fuck yes, he could do that.

  13

  Blythe felt as if she had liquid lust flowing through her veins. Her entire body was heavy with arousal, her clit pulsing in time to her heartbeat, her breasts full and wanting. This moment had been several nights in the making—several soft conversations, quick touches, and longing looks. She should’ve given in to what she wanted that very first night…but if she had, perhaps the relief she felt now wouldn’t be as palpable.

  Jase’s gaze was hot on her, his green and gold eyes caressing her skin. She reached for the bottom of his shirt and lifted it. He untangled his fists from the back of Blythe’s shirt so she could free him of his.

  Her eyes had adjusted enough to the darkness that she could see each of the lines and ridges of his abs. She spread her hand out over them, reveling in his warmth and power.

  “Your turn,” he growled, reaching for her shirt.

  She held her arms over her head, allowing him to take the shirt off of her. But instead of pulling it all the way off, he twisted it around her wrists.

  “Is this okay?” he asked, tugging on the shirt, showing her that she was truly caught in it.

  Fresh arousal dampened her panties. “I like it,” she whispered.

  “Fuck, you’re perfect for me,” he said, pushing her to her back.

  He hadn’t taken off her bra, and she wondered how he was going to remove it now that her wrists were tied, but all he did was shove the cups down so her breasts spilled over the top of the lacy fabric.

  “Are you okay with this, babe?” he asked again.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist. “I want it all.”

  Lowering himself down to her, he kissed her again. His skin was smooth against hers, except where his faint chest hair rubbed against her exposed nipples. He trailed kisses from her lips to her chin, then down her throat. Her entire body felt as if it were shining. She was alive in his arms, more alive than she’d ever been.

  “Blythe,” he said, “I’ve wanted you so bad.”

  And then his kisses continued, down her chest to her breasts, where he kissed one nipple, then the other, lightly sucking them, alternating back and forth with his fingers and lips. She brought her tied hands down to rest on his head, loving what he was doing, wanting more.

  “Please,” she said, not knowing what she was asking for, exactly, but trusting him to give it to her.

  He continued kissing down her stomach until he reached her waistband. She let her legs fall from his waist so he could unfasten the button on her shorts and pull them down. As he’d done with her bra, he left her panties on. He rubbed his nose and mouth on her thighs and against her panty-clad mound.

  “Your pussy smells so good,” he said. “Fuck, Blythe, I want to lick you, feel you come on my tongue.”

  She’d never thought dirty talk was sexy before, but with Jase? Hot. Maybe because it didn’t seem like there was any pretense in it. He was saying what he genuinely thought and felt, not what he thought she wanted to hear.

  He traced a finger along the edge of her panties and Blythe shivered. This was happening. Every filthy thought that had run through her head the past few nights was finally going to happen.

  With his finger, he slid aside her panties, exposing her pussy. He held her underwear to the side and ran his tongue along her folds, and Blythe gasped.

  “Good?” he whispered, his breath tickling her skin.

  “So good. Do it again.” She looked down at him as she said the words.

  His eyes were locked on hers as he licked along her pussy, his expression challenging her wordlessly to enjoy every sensation.

  Oh, she would definitely enjoy this.

  He continued licking and added some sucking to his actions. He thrust his tongue inside of her, and she couldn’t help it—her thighs locked around his head, pinning him in place. A deep chuckle sounded, vibrating through her body. He replaced his tongue with a finger and returned his tongue to her clit, licking and sucking.

  “Jase,” she gasped. Despite her tied wrists, she could still grip the sheets behind her head, so she clung to them while her body turned molten.

  He growled against her; she felt the vibration through his mouth and all the way into her core. She felt like she was walking on the edge of something, and stepping one way or the other would fling her into the heavens. She wasn’t sure whether she should hold onto the pleasure or let go, let it catapult her into ecstasy.

  But with the way his mouth moved against her, she couldn’t hold onto the pleasure anymore. She let go.

  Blythe’s spine bowed, her body moving of its own accord, as she came hard on Jase’s mouth and finger. Her wordless cries echoed in the tiny cabin, encouraging him to keep going, and she came a second time, right after the first, her body arching again, fingers and toes curling helplessly.

  Her hands were on Jase’s head—she didn’t remember putting them there. The edge of the t-shirt binding her wrists fell down over his eyes. She raised her arms up above her own head again so she could see him.

  He looked up at her, heat and pleasure shining in his mismatched gaze. “You came twice,” he said, grinning.

  “Yeah. I do that sometimes.”

  “I fucking love it.”

  He stood up abruptly and pulled down his jeans. His cock jutted out, hard and proud.

  He was big, beautiful. She bit her lip as she stared at him. “Your cock is magnificent,” she finally said.

  He grinned. “I like that description.”

  “Well, it’s true. I can’t wait to get it inside of me.”

  “Same. But first, shifters can’t get or transmit diseases,” he said in a serious voice. “But we do need to think about birth control—”

  “I have that handled,” she said. Getting an IUD was one of the first things she’d done, as soon as she could find something affordable. She’d feared bringing a child into the world if she couldn’t take care of it, because that was her origin story. Unable to bring all of that up now, she simply said to Jase, “I have an IUD.”

  He nodded. “Are you okay if we go skin to skin, then?”

  “Yeah. More than okay. I’ve never done that before. I want to try it with you.”

  “Fuck. Yes. Look what you do to me,” he said, his voice low. He squeezed his cock, fist moving up and down. “It feels so good, touching myself while I look at you. I can’t wait for you any longer. You ready for me, babe?”

  Wordlessly, she nodded.

  He reached for her leg and lifted it over his shoulder as he shoved her panties aside again and surged forward. Her whole body was limp, satisfied, and he could bend her however he wanted.

  But as he pushed inside of her, the languid feelings of satisfaction faded away and were soon replaced by renewed urgency. So tight. Her mouth fell open in surprise. She’d known he was huge from watching him a moment ago, but this was incredible.

  His eyes closed and he groaned

  “You feel so fucking good,” Jase said, reaching down to caress her breasts. “I can’t wait to come in you. I want your pretty cunt milking my dick.”

  She gasped. The fullness in her pussy, the smooth, slippery movements of his cock, the filthy words pouring out of his mouth. All of it together made a heady combination and electrified her body.

  “Are you gonna come for me again, babe?” he ask
ed.

  Wordlessly, she nodded. Speech was beyond her. Her wrists were still fastened together, above her head, and he leaned forward to press down on her hands with his, changing the angle of his cock, covering her body with his and increasing that stretch of her leg hooked over his shoulder.

  How on earth had she viewed sex as a transaction before? It had always been about scratching an itch, mutual satisfaction, satisfying a temporary urge so both parties could walk away after. This, though—this was so much more. What was different? Oh, she realized, holding back her moan as he thrust inside of her. Jase. Jase was different.

  “I fucking love seeing you tied up for me,” he said, voice harsh, eyes intent on hers. “It reminds me you’re mine. I get this pussy all night. Fuck.”

  He groaned, dropping his forehead to hers as he moved in and out of her, the slick glide hitting her clit with every stroke.

  Blythe raised her head, connecting her mouth with his. The kiss was tender and rough all at once. She poured everything into it—her gratitude, her affection, her desire. He seemed to drink in all those feelings and returned them right back into her.

  And it was that—the emotions, the full heart—which caused her body to reach its peak for a third time. She pulsed underneath him and wrapped her free leg around his waist, tugging him closer.

  “I can feel you coming,” he said with a groan, thrusting a final time before emptying inside of her.

  He gathered her in his arms and rolled onto his back so she’d be on top. While she lay there panting, trying to remember her own damn name, he untied the t-shirt he’d twisted around her wrists and freed her arms.

  “So,” she murmured against his chest, “you’re into kinky, tying-people-up shit, huh?”

  His laugh was a low rumble. “I like it a lot, but it isn’t necessary for me to get off. If you don’t like it, we never have to do it again.”

  “No, I liked it. Really.”

  He squeezed her more tightly in his arms. “It means the world that you trusted me to do that with you.”

  The appreciation in his voice was evident. She wondered when the last time was that someone had given him their trust. The Junkyard shifters seemed willing, more or less, to give him their trust, but that wasn’t the same. The trust required in physical intimacy was so much more tender, and so much more potent.

  For the first time, Blythe wished that there was something to the whole mate thing. But even if it did exist, Blythe didn’t lead the kind of charmed life that would make it possible. This couldn’t be the magical, lucky break that had evaded Blythe her entire life. Blythe and Jase were in a fake relationship, that was all.

  So Blythe and Jase were mates in name only…but damn, it had been more than satisfying to work off some steam together.

  14

  One word echoed in Jase’s head as he held Blythe. Mine.

  Her body lay draped over his, limp and sated. He wanted to do all of that over again, and he had a sick desire to pull out before coming, to mark her with his seed, stake his claim. It would be impermanent, though.

  What he really desired was permanence. To have her as his forever.

  But fuck. She was human. He could protect her, for a time, during her stay in the Junkyard. And then he’d have to let her go and live a safe life somewhere else, somewhere far away from the violence and death that surrounded him.

  Less than twenty-four hours ago, he’d taken a man’s life.

  And it hadn’t been the first time he’d killed someone.

  Being comfortable, lying beneath a Blythe blanket, was a fantasy. He was pretending he could have something tender and normal.

  She’d fallen asleep on his chest. Her bra had come back up to cover her gorgeous tits at one point, which was a shame for him, but was probably more comfortable for her. After his cock had slipped out of her pussy, her panties had also moved back into place. He wanted her all naked against him, but maybe they could try that later.

  Fake mates or not, it was important to work off all that sexual tension, right? A biological imperative, really.

  And if he got attached to her, well, that was his own damn fault and he could deal with those feelings after their arrangement ended. As soon as they figured out how to help her out of here, she would return to her safe, normal life outside the Junkyard.

  Her breathing changed, and she opened her eyes and looked at him. “Am I squishing you?”

  “Not at all,” he said.

  “How come you’re not sleeping?”

  He grinned. “Just committing everything to memory. You know, so I can play it all back to myself later.”

  She smiled back and gave him an exaggerated wink. “Or we could just do it all again.”

  “I like the way you think, babe. You ready to go now?”

  “Yeah…but are you?”

  His cock was already getting hard, just at the idea of having her again. “Fuck yeah.”

  He pulled her up so she straddled his waist, felt the heat of her pussy through her panties. He was fully hard in seconds.

  “Should I take off my underwear?” she asked.

  “No time,” he said in a growl. “I need you now.”

  Like before, he shoved them aside so he could plunge into her sweet, sweet pussy.

  This fake mates thing was turning out better than he ever could have imagined.

  She snuggled her ass against him, wordlessly asking him for sex. A couple of days had gone by—a couple of days where they talked, laughed, retreated to their own corners to do their work, and then came back together every night for more talking and sex.

  And sometimes they woke up to more sex, too. He fucking loved morning sex. Nighttime sex, too, like right now. They’d just fallen into bed after dinner and she’d immediately started rubbing against him.

  She felt so good in his arms. And it wasn’t just that. Talking to her, laughing with her, watching the way her expressions changed like clouds crossing the sky—there was so much more to Blythe, and he was falling for her.

  Fake mate was quickly turning into fated mate. And it was scaring the shit out of him.

  Best way to stop thinking about it was to make love to her again, so he could lose himself in making her feel good. And given the way she was wriggling around, she was ready.

  “You want this?” he asked, pressing his cock into her hip.

  “Yes,” she said.

  After lifting her leg over his, he found the sweet heaven of her pussy with the tip of his cock.

  He was poised to push inside when he heard footsteps approaching the cabin, and then a soft knock sounded on the door. Jase growled and thought of thrusting into Blythe anyway, making whoever dared to interrupt him wait while he pleasured her and himself.

  But Blythe pulled away and started looking for her shirt.

  “I have to get the door, don’t I?” Jase asked.

  Blythe shook her head and laughed. “I guess you don’t, but I’m not going to get it. Although it might be Barnum, asking whether I’m free tomorrow.”

  “Why would Barnum ask if you’re free?”

  She shrugged. “I told him I’d meet him to go fishing again. Just let me dress.”

  He knew Blythe would make friends with the shifters here. Although he never would’ve guessed she’d befriend Barnum. That dipshit had been bugging the hell out of everyone since Alleman’s death; he didn’t seem to know what to do with himself without his partner in crime. Other than become best friends with Blythe, apparently. Well, Blythe’s influence would be good for him, Jase supposed.

  While he tugged on his pants, she put on a shirt and found her shorts on the other side of the cabin. Had he thrown them there? He couldn’t help smiling at the thought of clothes strewn all over the place while he got her naked. He hadn’t even been aware of what he was doing with her clothes—the only thing that had mattered was her naked and in his bed.

  The person at the door knocked again. Jase sniffed and picked up the faint scent of another cat shifter.
That meant it could be Stetson, Markowicz, Vezirov, or Barnum.

  “Just a second,” Jase said. “Jeez. Give a man a chance to get decent.”

  Blythe winked at him and gave him an exaggerated, lascivious grin. “No need to get decent for me.”

  Jase was three steps away from taking her in his arms and ripping her clothes off when the guy at the door knocked again.

  “It’s Markowicz,” the guy said. “Need to have a word.”

  Jase growled in irritation. But as soon as Blythe was dressed, he opened the door.

  “Sorry to bug you this late, boss” Markowicz said, his shaggy brown hair falling into his eyes.

  “No problem,” Jase said, although it was a problem. He’d been so close to making love to Blythe again, and he was grouchy as fuck that this leopard shifter had interrupted him.

  Markowicz raised his eyebrows because he sensed the lie.

  “Anyway. We’ve all talked about it,” Markowicz said. Green eyes keen with interest, he peered past Jase’s shoulder and waved. “Hey, Blythe.”

  “Hey, Ronan.” Blythe came up to take Jase’s hand. Ever the little actor, pretending to be his mate. His heart gave a pang, wishing it didn’t have to be an act.

  Markowicz smiled at her.

  Ronan Markowicz spent a little too much time ogling Blythe. It was beginning to grate on Jase’s nerves.

  Jase cleared his throat. “You’ve all talked about what?”

  “Oh, right.” Markowicz resumed his serious face. “We’ve all talked about you being alpha. You’re in. We want you as leader.”

  Jase blinked in surprise. The announcement felt right, and he’d been mulling it over for awhile. The Junkyard needed an alpha, after all. He just hadn’t been expecting this without more strife. Something Markowicz said stuck in his mind. “And by all, when you’ve all talked about it…”

  “Yeah, even Barnum. He agreed in the end. He wants to be second, though.”

  From beside Jase, Blythe laughed. “Barnum? He has the leadership qualities of a spork.”

  “Well, if I have any say in it,” Jase said, “it sure as hell won’t be Barnum.”