The Alpha's Temptation (Werewolves of Boulder Junction Book 4)

by Martha Woods

  One of the men, Andy, ran over, not touching him for fear of being covered himself. He could do nothing but watch as his leader threw his head back, screaming in agony, the ice rapidly descending down his throat and covering his face completely. He almost dropped to his knees in shock, the sight of the ice statue in front of him, frozen in eternal pain, something that he just couldn’t comprehend.

  Hissing filled the air, the six who remained looking around in alarm before they realized where it was coming from. Andy advanced slowly, steam starting to rise off of their frozen leader, the hissing sound getting more and more high pitched as the statue began to drip and crack. When the cracks began to snap the air, he realized what was going to happen, but he was too late to react.

  The statue exploded, boiling water and shards of ice shooting through the air and impaling two of the other men, as well as himself. He clutched at his throat, a jagged hole having been torn in the wake of the ice, his blood leaking through his fingers as he collapsed to the floor.

  The remaining three members of the team were in a panic, the other four either dead or critically injured. This time it was they who heard the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway, Hayley's confident steps carrying her over the still moving body of Andy and through the shattered remains of their leader. She scoffed, "If that all you've got?"

  One of them raised his weapon and squeezed the trigger, the gun suddenly exploding in his hands and showering him with shrapnel. She clicked her fingers, his head twisting around so far that he was suddenly looking down at his own back. He collapsed to the ground lifelessly, the other two turning tail and running as fast as they could.

  Another click of the fingers and the one closest to the exit simply vaporized, a red cloud the only evidence that he had ever actually existed. The sole remaining mobster dropped to his knees, his hands raised in the air as he turned to face her, fear written all over his face. "Please... Please don-"

  His back snapped backwards, the top of his head touching the back of his knees, what was left of him collapsing in a broken heap.

  Hayley shook her hand out, chuckling to herself, "Can't believe I thought that'd be hard."

  Behind her, Andy was barely clinging to life, his vision already black around the edges as he felt death approaching. It took all his effort to reach for his gun, the pistol heavy in his hand as he held it up, Hayley's back clear in his sights. He willed his finger around the trigger, squeezing bit by bit as he waited for the moment when the weapon would fire and she would drop. Then, he could die in peace.

  His finger compressed the trigger, the exact second it fired was the exact second that it was knocked away from his target, the bullet slamming harmlessly into the already ruined wall next to him. He looked up, seeing a furious pregnant woman wielding a fireplace poker, staring down at him with eyes as vibrant as the flames outside and anger that burned just as hot.

  "Well," He thought, "Not a boring way to go at least."

  Skylar slammed the fireplace poker into his temple, his head cracking to the side and making his movements stop with a jerk. Whether she simply knocked him out or killed him outright, she didn't know. But at that moment she didn't care.

  "Don't hurt my friends!" She threw the poker down with a clatter, her hand sweeping tears of fury from her eyes as Hayley stepped over to her.

  When she reached out to Skylar, she withdrew her arm as though she was stung.

  "Woah, hey there tiger! It's me, Hayley, you remember me, right?"

  Skylar scoffed, "Of course I remember you. I'm just... Just a bit on edge right now."

  "I'll say." Hayley chuckled, "Nice swing by the way, you should take up golfing."

  "I'm not that old."

  "Not yet, but when you've grown old with Liam, who knows?" She looked towards the entrance, hearing a clattering from outside that could only belong to two men. "Speaking of..."

  Liam burst through the front entrance, his eyes going wide as he surveyed the state his house was now in. He stepped over blood and broken men, never paying them any mind as his gaze stayed fixed on his wife. She opened her arms, Liam stepping into them gratefully.

  He breathed deep, the smell of flames and blood nowhere near as powerful as the smell of her, the scent of vanilla and lavender, of happiness and care. Much like the forest outside, she smelt like life itself.

  He was never going to let her go again.

  Chapter 8

  It had been a week since the incident, a week since they had come so close to death, since they had almost lost each other.

  In the week since, they had never left each other’s side. Instead, after calling and getting some repairs done to the house, with a very high level of discretion of course, Liam and Skylar had barely left the bedroom. As it was right now, the two of them were entwined within each other's arms, locked in the throes of passion.

  She gasped as he ground his hips against hers, his hardness hitting the deepest parts of her body, electricity shooting through her core with each steady thrust. She clawed at his back, her nails drawing steady lines in his skin, the cold air hitting them with a sting. He growled in her ear, his lips and teeth attacking her neck, running his tongue over the marks to soothe the sting from his bite.

  Sky pushed her hips back against his, her legs wrapped firmly against his waist and pulling him in deeper with each stroke. She moaned into his hair, pulling his hand down to squeeze at her breast. "Oh my god Liam, I need more!"

  He grabbed her hips, pistoning himself against her with enough force to rock the bed back into the wall. She groaned at the sensation, her toes curling as she felt the first hints of orgasm start to course through her. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her walls clenching tightly around his length, his pace never once relenting. She came until she was seeing stars, her body starting to go numb when he finally began to slow his pace. He pressed his lips against hers, their tongues dancing together in a dance that was devoid of finesse and overflowing with passion.

  Liam pulled out, her eyes immediately tracking to his still rock-hard length. "Oh, do you want me to take care of that?" She asked with a smirk.

  "I suppose." He grinned, running his thumb over her chin. "If you wouldn't mind."

  She leaned forward, her arms still feeling like jelly after her last orgasm. After getting a good foundation underneath her, she pushed herself against him, her mouth opening to accept his length. She squeezed her lips tight around him, bobbing her head slowly back and forth as he let his head fall back. Liam placed his hand on the back of her head, urging her to go deeper, to take as much of him as she possibly could. Slowly but surely, she pushed deeper each time, a little more of his substantial hardness disappearing into her mouth and down her throat. She moaned as he bottomed out, the sensation of him filling her mouth sending a wave of heat down into her core.

  Liam gasped as he watched her move herself back and forth, her moans and groans shooting directly up his spine. He started to thrust gently into her, the liquid heat of her mouth quickly making him start to unravel, his teeth clenching as he felt himself pushing closer and closer to climax. "Oh my god Sky! I..."

  She pushed as far as she could go, her lips resting firmly against his stomach as his manhood began to pulse within her. He grunted, his seed shooting out and coating her throat, his vision going white as she giggled around him. His hand threaded in her hair, pushing her back and forth as she milked every last drop from him, her tongue teasing lightly at his tip. Sky pulled back slowly, not wanting to spill a drop as he fell from her lips, savoring the taste before swallowing down.

  "You are... Amazing Sky." She grinned up at him, his hand coming down to pull her towards him, his mouth crashing against hers. She licked across his lips, her hand resting once more on his rapidly hardening cock. Liam cocked an eyebrow at her, amusement tinging his voice, "Again?" She nodded eagerly, he chuckled, "You're insatiable."

  "That is the person you married..." She lowered herself back down to the bed, crawling away from him o
n her hands and knees, wiggling her behind at him. "Come and take what's yours Liam."

  Liam wasted no time, his hands grasping tightly around her sides, thrusting into her as deep as he could go. She opened her mouth in a gasp, her eyes rolling back in her skull as he relentlessly ravaged her insides. She fell forward, her face rubbing against the sheets as her body was pushed back and forth, his powerful strokes sending ripples up through her body. The room was filled with the sound of grunts and moans, the crack of skin against skin echoing through the house.

  He massaged the beautiful curve of her behind, his fingers kneading and digging in as he continued to pound away, the tenderness of his hands at odds with the beastly urgency of his hips. Sky writhed underneath him, her hand twisting underneath her to stroke at her clit, fingers sliding against the velvet softness of his penis as he entered her over and over again. She bit down on her lip, hard enough to almost draw blood as she once more felt her walls begin to squeeze down around him. He slammed himself in to the hilt, flooding her body with his release, his teeth imprinting on her shoulder as he bit down, muffling his own moans of ecstasy. The feeling of his teeth upon her was enough to start her orgasm all over again, every nerve ending in her body lighting up with pleasure, so much pleasure that her muscles stiffened and she thought she would never be able to breathe again.

  Liam rolled over, gathering her gently in his arms and holding her closely, a hand running through her hair as she still shuddered from pleasure. "I've got you Sky, I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere ever again."

  She stroked a hand along his bare chest, her finger drifting over and touching the barely-there scar in his shoulder. "Did it hurt when he shot you?"

  "A bit, not too much though, I'm pretty hardy." He sniffed. "It let him get away though, I'm not making that mistake again. If he comes back again, we'll be ready."

  Skylar snuggled into his side, leaning her head against him. "Let's talk about something else, I've had my fill of mobsters for one lifetime."

  "Fair enough." He leaned in, pushing his nose into her hair and breathing deeply. He mumbled against her scalp, "How are things with Hayley going? Is she still looking over the family history for you?"

  "Mmhmm. Michael is helping her out as well." She giggled, "Those two are so cute together."

  "Yeah... about time he found someone, I almost thought he'd be alone forever." He shifted uneasily. "Hey Sky?"

  "Hmm?" She turned, looking up at the apprehensive expression on his face. "Liam? What's wrong?"

  "If you knew all of this would happen... All of it, the mess with your father, the pregnancy, being attacked... Would you still have chosen to be here? Would you still choose this life?"

  She never hesitated in her reply. "Of course I would. My life wouldn't be the same without you, and... I cannot bear to think where I would be if I had never met you. I may be sad, I may be happy, but... I wouldn't be as happy as I am every day with you."

  "Explosions and all?"

  She nodded. "Explosions and all." Skylar captured Liam's lips with her own, pouring every ounce of love and care that she could into that one kiss. She knew she would have to tell him about what had happened at the house, how she was so certain she had been hurt but showed no signs of it. She would have to tell him, but for now she was content to lay with the man she loved.

  The man who made her feel safe.

  * * *

  Cayden itched. His stitches itched, his legs itched, but he never anticipated that his mind would itch. Itching with the overwhelming urge to go do something for himself, to step out of bed and be able to walk to the door without feeling like he was going to collapse in agony.

  To not have the guilty feeling that he was only inconveniencing Farah, that amazing woman who had barely left his side ever since he had been stabbed, who had physically dragged him to help and stayed with him every step of the way, her hand never leaving his until he went in for surgery. The one who had opened her door to him and was taking care of him as he recovered.

  Though she did dodge his questions when he asked what the stains were on her lounge curtains.

  So Cayden lay there, the overwhelming urge to dig into the itch in his side and scratch until he bled only stopped by the beautiful arms wound around his own. He tracked his gaze along her arm, sweeping from her elegant wrists all the way to her shoulder, the lean muscle clear with the hidden strength that so many underestimated. He looked up at her face, surprised when he saw eyes like gold glinting back at him, the corner of her mouth turned upwards in an easy smile.

  "Bonjour. How did you sleep?" She leaned in, her lips ghosting his cheek. "It has been quite boring without you to talk to."

  He tried to scoot up the bed, her arms and the flare of pain in his side preventing him from moving. He hissed, laying back down. "Come on, you didn't have to spend all your time here with me. I'm sure you have other things to take care of. Other people to see."

  She scoffed, shoving his shoulder lightly. "Of course I have other people to see, but they are all busy. Hayley doesn't require my assistance today, nor do I have any desire to see Skylar having sex upon anything that will hold her." She chuckled, "Which leaves you as the most interesting thing I have left to me."

  "Well, I'm happy that I was the last option at least." He swiped his thumb over her cheek, one of her hands coming up to cover it. He smiled. "My god, you are just so beautiful, do you know that?"

  "Seeing as how you are incapable of not telling me every time you wake up, it has begun to sink in." She stroked along his hand. "Though I have not tired of hearing it yet."

  "Well good, because I'm not stopping any time soon." He went to roll over, but once more the movement tugged on his stitches, his eyes clamping shut in pain. "Goddammit, I can't even kiss you without fucking myself up. Last time we had sex I swear to god I almost blacked out it hurt so bad."

  "Oh Cayden..." She chuckled, running her hand down his arm. "If you want me to do something for you then just ask."

  "I..." He stopped as her hand descended, cupping him through his pants. "Oh. That's what you mean. I can't do anything right now though."

  "You don't have to." She leaned into his neck, her breath tickling the skin. "I never paid you back for that wonderful first experience anyway. With your magical mouth."

  Blood rushed to both ends of his body as he realized what she was talking about. "Oh. So that's what you mean." He coughed, trying to downplay the excitement that she could obviously feel growing. "You don't have to, I mean..."

  "Of course I don't have to." She pressed her finger against his lips, silencing him. "But I want to. And that's all that matters."

  "If that's how you feel then..." He grinned, eyes twinkling. "By all means, don't let me stop you."

  "Mmm, that's what I want to hear." She slid herself down the bed, hands dipping into his waistband and pulling downwards, his mostly hard length springing free from its confines. She gazed up at him with heavy lidded eyes, her tongue running across her lips as she leaned in, a soft kiss being pressed to his tip.

  She took him in her hand, lightly pumping up and down, her mouth descending to kiss against the bottom of his shaft. Cayden's head fell back against the pillow, a groan of pure desire forcing its way out of him as he tried and failed to stop his hips bucking into her touch. He lifted his hand, desperate to at least touch some part of her, but he found it clamped down against the mattress.

  Farah grinned mischievously, saying in a singsong voice, "You can't touch me if you want me to keep going."

  A bolt of desire shot into his nethers, but he couldn't find it in himself to not at least protest. "Oh, come on... That's not fair..."

  "If you want..." She pressed a kiss to his tip. "I can stop." Another. "But I don't think you really want that, do you?"

  He wanted to argue, to at least give some small semblance of resistance before he gave in, if nothing else to satisfy his ego. But with every kiss that was pressed to his head, his will to resist eroded more and more, befo
re all he could do was nod his head shakily and exhale, "Ok... I'll keep my hands still. Just please god don't stop."

  "As you wish." She slipped her mouth over him, so calmly and smoothly that he almost didn't notice it happen. She took her time with him, tongue flicking over every inch of his skin as she worked herself lower, hand steadily pumping on what she had not yet conquered with her lips. It took all of Cayden's willpower not to lift his hand from where it lay, but he did not want to take any chance that might make her stop whatever magic she was currently working on his body.

  She pumped her head steadily, lips squeezing tightly around him and tongue lathing over every inch of his length, determined to taste as much of him as she could. The entire time her eyes never left his, her gaze smoldering with lust as she effortlessly wound him around her finger, his own eyes returning only a feeling of desire and desperation, begging her to see this through to the end. And judging by the way he was starting to shudder, the end was coming soon.

  Farah worked her fist even faster, her head pushing back and forth as she felt him start to tremble in anticipation, his veins bulging with the effort he was exerting to not reach up and grab her. He started thrusting shallowly into her mouth, the sudden movement catching her off guard, almost making her gag, but she recovered quickly. With an almighty yell, Cayden climaxed, Farah swallowing every single drop that he gave up to her, making sure that she drained him completely.

  She lingered for a second, enjoying the feeling of him softening in her mouth, before pulling away with a pop. She crawled up to his side, laying her head on his chest and delighting in the way his breathing had not calmed, his eyes wide and his face flushed. "My, my. Am I truly that magical?"

  Cayden laughed breathlessly, "You have yet to do something that doesn't impress me, what can I say?"