The Alpha's Chick

by T. Cobbin

  “Why did you tell me all this? You could have carried on lying through your teeth. Once I get my memory back and have a place to go...” A wave of sadness went through her just thinking about leaving. She had grown to love these people in the short period she’d been there. It felt like home. “What happens now that I know about you? Are you going to make me stay or trust that I keep my mouth shut?”

  Harris looked at his brother and sister. They both gave him a slight nod she would have missed had she not been watching, and they began to leave the room. Terrie suddenly changed direction and ran over to Melinda, throwing her arms around her neck.

  “I meant what I said earlier,” Terrie whispered. “I don’t want you to leave. I always wanted a sister.” And with that Terrie pulled away, looking at her with sorrowful eyes, and left the room.

  Melinda turned to Harris, waiting to hear what he said with dread in her heart. They wouldn’t kill her after looking after her, right?

  “I have no idea what you’re thinking, but your scent just changed to fear and your eyes look like they’re about to pop out of your head.” He lifted his eyebrows and stared at her. “Do I really look like a man who would want to hurt you?”

  She chewed on her bottom lip before answering. “Umm yes, but no.” She winced.

  Harris sighed and shook his head. “I wouldn’t hurt you, my chick. From the first moment I saw you, you played the strings in my heart. Everything about you drew me to you. I think you’re my mate.” Honesty showed in his eyes.

  “You think?” she asked, confused. “You said mates are attracted by scent and they can feel the draw to each other.” She looked down at Harris’s hand moving over the top of her hand without the cast. “I know I’m attracted to you. Maybe that’s all it is, lust or simple attraction?” Her voice came out a whisper. She didn’t believe that for a second. “How can I know if I love you if I don’t remember loving anyone before?”

  He shook his head again. “Feel it in your heart. You don’t need a before to know love. What is your heart shouting?”

  “That I want you.” She could feel the blush rising in her cheeks.

  Harris moved closer to her, lifting her legs and spinning her so she laid on the couch. He knelt on the couch between her legs. She had an overwhelming urge to lift her legs and wrap them around his waist, but fought it and left them where they lay. He reached for the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it on the floor. She watched his muscles ripple. He placed his hands both sides of her body and continued to crawl up over her. This time she didn’t fight her mind and body and lifted her uncasted hand up and over his warm skin, feeling his muscles bunch and ripple.

  She found the giant in front of her sexy as hell. After what they had done—well, what he had done to her in the bath—she had wanted to do more. She had wanted him to run his hands all over her naked body. She wanted to lick him from top to bottom. She had envisioned him fucking her while she writhed underneath him. Her pussy wept as she again went over the memories.

  A sexy smile appeared on Harris’s face. Shit, she silently cursed. He’d just told her nearly every emotion had a scent and a shifter could smell even in their human form. Looking at his face, she knew he could scent her arousal. Raising an eyebrow, she looked at him in challenge. What you gonna do about it?

  Seeming to take her up on it, he continued crawling over the top of her, his hands and legs eventually trapping her under his drool-worthy body. She could feel his heat. His chest rose and fell with each breath he took. His eyes sparkled when he finally spoke.

  “I know you’re my mate. I wanted to take you to bed and fuck you into next week, but with you not knowing shit and being ill and all...” His words drifted off.

  Fuck me into next week? Oh God yes, please.

  “What about my life though? If you did...” She swallowed. “...fuck me into next week, and my memory came back and I had someone else, what would happen then?”

  “I told you earlier, we shifters mate for life. There would be nobody but me. You’re mine, Melinda. My chick. My woman!” His voice dropped to a growl, and his face was a picture of possessiveness. It only made her heart pound faster.

  “What if I want to go back to wherever I live?”

  “Do you remember what I said this evening before we went out?”

  Before she could answer his head dropped to her neck. What felt like an electric bolt shot through her straight to her now throbbing clit when he began to nibble at a sensitive part.

  “You said something about kidnapping me ’til after Christmas. But, umm, can someone be kidnapped twice?” she asked, panting. He continued to nibble and lick. He wasn’t playing fair.

  “Who cares?” Harris growled.

  He moved in closer to her, leaving her feeling what could only be his iron rod of an erection resting against her stomach through his shorts. She felt the warm touch of his lips just over her pulse, then more light, butterfly kisses up and over her jaw. He paused a breath away from her lips, his piercing blue eyes capturing hers. It was as if he was looking right into her soul.

  He dipped, slanting his head slightly, and ravished her lips. One of his hands moved to clutch the back of her head, his fingers entwining in her hair. He licked over her lips, and she opened them, giving him access. His tongue delved inside her mouth and stroked along hers. She wrapped the fingers of her good hand around the nape of his neck and pulled him closer. Oh man, could he kiss.

  “So if I wanted to go after Christmas then?” she panted out as he began kissing down her chest. At this precise moment she had no intention of going anywhere, she just wanted to see what he would say.

  “Nope, I’ve decided it’s permanent now. I’ll fucking tie you up if I have to.”

  He intended to keep her. She felt deep inside this was supposed to happen. The sound of ripping had her lifting her head to see where it was coming from. The new t-shirt Harris had bought her couldn’t be perceived as new anymore. It was now ripped in two and drifting down the sides of her body, revealing her lacy bra and torso.

  “Is that what you intend to do with all my clothes?” She chuckled.

  “Only if you’re wearing them and I want them off pretty damn fast,” he said, planting a kiss on her now bare stomach.

  Harris lifted his head to peer at her and gave her a sexy smile then looked down again. She watched the tip of his tongue run along his lips before licking up her stomach until he reached the center of her bra. She gasped at the feeling of his coarse tongue and watched with trepidation as he raised a large, clawed finger and slipped it under the material of her bra. With a quick tug, it too was sliced in half, leaving her breasts springing free. Within seconds Harris’s warm, wet mouth was attached to one and sucking on it deeply. She groaned and arched her back, pushing her breasts even closer to his mouth. Her pussy pulsed and quivered. Her heart raced and her breathing came out in pants.

  “Oh God,” she whispered.

  “Just Harris will do.” He chuckled before rolling his tongue around her nipple, then sucking it into his mouth. The deep, pulling sensation seemed to flow through her body straight to her pussy.

  “You won’t have to tie me up if you keep doing that.”

  The purr that came from Harris rippled over her breast and through her body.

  “My very own vibrator.” She sighed when he did it again.

  Her clit throbbed, and she tried to wiggle her hips to get some kind of friction against the seam of her jeans. She let out a small moan of frustration when she couldn’t get what she needed. To add to her frustration her nipple felt bereft when he released it and moved down over her torso, sucking, nibbling, and licking.

  She felt the button on her new jeans being released and the material pulled off her body along with her panties. She lifted her head and watched Harris kiss up her thighs, eventually making his way to her heated core. He parted her moist lips between a finger and thumb then licked all the way up to her clit.

  “Mmm, so wet
for me.” His deep voice had dropped to a husky moan.

  She could feel his heated breath when he groaned and began lapping. Her orgasm began building. She tried to buck her hips against his hand that held her down. Her moans grew louder the more he lapped. She was so close. He inserted two fingers slowly inside of her channel, and with a hook of his fingers and a nip and purr to her clit, her hips rose, her body stiffened, and she saw stars behind her eyes as her body rocketed with an almighty orgasm.

  * * * *

  Harris withdrew his fingers from Melinda’s pulsing cunt and sucked them into his mouth. He watched a flush rise in her cheeks. Her eyes were closed as she laid beneath him.

  “Now that’s a sight to see,” he said.

  She half-opened her eyes and met his. With a small smile her cheeks colored a deeper red. His cock bulged against the confining material of his shorts. She was so tight he was going to have to enter her slowly, when all he wanted was to lift her legs, position his cock, and drive into her deep, hard, and fast. He wasn’t going to take her here though, he wanted to take her properly in their bed.

  “Bedtime.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

  Standing, he lifted her up into his arms. He walked upstairs and into their bedroom. He kicked the door closed. Dropping her gently in the center of the king-sized bed, he fell on top of her, kissing her deeply. Then kneeling up and knowing she was watching, he lowered his hands to the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down his thighs. He was delighted to see her eyes open in shock when his cock was revealed. He knew he was big; he hadn’t yet found a woman he didn’t satisfy. But there was only one he and his leopard wanted to be with for the rest of their lives—Melinda, the woman currently beneath him, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes.

  Kicking off his shorts, he leaned down and nibbled on his chick’s breasts. He loved how her nipple beaded and stiffened; she was so responsive. She lay relaxed and calm underneath him. The smell of her arousal was so strong it made his cock twitch. Lifting one of her legs up and over his hip, he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. He could use a condom and make sure his seed never spilled inside her, but he didn’t need one to stop any diseases as shifters didn’t catch anything like that. No, he was going bareback to make sure any shifter that came close enough to smell her scent would know she belonged to him.

  The thought of her pregnant made him swell even more, and he groaned as he pushed the head of his cock inside her. She was so wet it seemed it would be easy to just thrust deep inside her, but feeling how tight she was with his fingers he knew he had to take it slow. Lifting her other leg so they were now both wrapped tightly around his hips, he pushed his way a little more inside, groaning as he did. He could feel her walls ripple as he pushed a tad deeper. He had to bite his lip to distract himself from coming. His cat was purring and rolling around in his head, making it harder to become distracted. His beast was enjoying this way too much.

  When he was finally balls deep in his mate he gritted his teeth and paused for a few seconds, letting her become accustomed to his size. She held onto his biceps with both hands. The knuckles on her good hand were white where she gripped him so tightly. He began kissing and licking over her creamy skin, trying to distract himself more. Her sheath was gripping him so tightly he swore he could feel both their heartbeats.

  “Move, Harris...”

  When she moved her hips, he suspected trying to get some kind of friction, he nearly came on the spot, his moan filling the room. He pulled out then thrust in quickly. His eyes rolled back at the feeling of her honey coated walls, which allowed him to easily slide in and out.

  “I am never letting you go, Chick. You are incredible.”

  His thrusts began to get quicker and harder. He wanted to finish inside her so deeply she would remember him every time she moved tomorrow...and the day after...perhaps the week...forever. She pushed against his backside with her feet. He bent his head and sucked one of her tightly beaded nipples into his mouth and bit down hard enough for her to feel it, yet gently enough not to break the skin. She cried out and her pussy clenched around his cock. He did the same thing to the other nipple, lapping it gently afterward.

  His control broke. He tugged on her breast and began to thrust once more. Long strokes. In and out. The smell and sounds of sex filled the room. It drove him harder, he needed to come. He could feel the tingling at the bottom of his spine. He buried his head into her neck and thrust that little bit stronger.

  Her cries began filling the room along with his grunts each time he hit top. Reaching a hand between their slick bodies, he found her tiny, hard nub and squeezed it. Her legs tightened around his waist. Her head lolled back, her back arched, and she screamed in pleasure. After a few more thrusts he did the same.

  “Fuck!” His cock twitched inside her, filling her up with his potent seed. He had no idea if she was on the pill, he had no idea if she was fertile, but at that point in time he didn’t give a fuck.

  He ran his chin over the top of her head, making sure that his scent was all over her. She was his. There was no one else as far as he was concerned. Was he satisfied? Contented? Yes, more than he had ever been.

  If a kit was to come from their joining, he couldn’t be more pleased. His kind was dwindling. He knew there was a battle ahead and it was a fight he was prepared to win, even if it meant fucking her into submission over and over.

  * * * *

  Limp noodles. That’s what her limbs felt like. She was slick with sweat under a man who anyone like her would dream about constantly. Anyone like her? Who was she?

  Harris had his head buried in her neck, their panting gradually decreasing. His cock was still inside of her, slick with their combined juices.

  “You’re mine, Chick,” he murmured.

  For now, she thought as the realization of what had happened hit her. She had a life somewhere. Did she want it though? This man, although he changed into a snow leopard, wanted her. He had promised to protect her from any danger. What if her dreams had been right and her father was a douche and she had lost her job? In the dream she had felt depressed, but she wasn’t feeling that now. At the moment she had an afterglow of insane, awesome sex. Making a decision, she decided to enjoy this life and take the old one as or if it came.

  She scraped her fingers down the skin of Harris’s back. Already she could feel his cock swell inside her as it grew hard again. His hips bucked, pushing his iron rod back fully inside her. She pushed with the soles of her feet against his firm arse. They were healing nicely and didn’t hurt that much anymore.

  “Oh, Chick, you are the devil incarnate.” He moaned and pushed his hips closer to hers, his shaft now hot, hard, and hitting the top of her cervix.

  When he withdrew, she was shocked when he completely pulled out of her. The heat from his body disappeared when he lifted off her.

  “What?” she said, confused.

  Picking her up, he carried her into the bathroom.

  “Umm, do I dare ask?” she said. He lowered her down, and the cold edge of the tub made her gasp. “Ooh, that’s ice cold.”

  “Well, when something burns, do you not put ice on it?”

  She looked up at him, a confused frown on her face. “Not the edge of a bathtub.” As Harris leaned in toward her she gripped hold of the sides of the bath to stop herself from falling in the tub.

  “Are you telling me the sex wasn’t hot enough to burn or the tub isn’t cold enough?”

  Did she just whimper again? He ran his tongue over his lips and grinned at her then leaned down and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. She could smell the scented bath water as she heard the tub fill behind her. Her nipples rubbed against his bare chest.

  He opened her legs and stood between them. He bent, his hands reaching down to her buttocks and grasping them, then he stood, pulling her up and against his chest. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. His hardened cock rubbed between her lower lips. She was still really wet.

  “I�
�m going to fuck you here in this tub, and then I’m going to take you to our bed and fuck you again and again. By this time tomorrow you’ll be begging me just to let you sleep. You won’t be able to walk for a week, not because of your feet but because I’ll be inside you, balls deep, spreading my seed in your womb, and every one of these cats in this village will know you’re mine.” And with that promise Harris did just that.

  A passing thought ran through her head—if he ejaculated inside her that many times what would happen if a baby was made? He continued kissing her, running his fingers along her slit, finding that hard, little nub that made her toes curl. Having a baby with a man who thought of you as his and loved you wasn’t so bad, was it? She never answered herself as what brain she had left turned to orgasmic mush.

  Chapter 12

  It was a whole two days later before Harris let his chick up—it didn’t matter if they knew her name or not, she was always going to be his chick—and out of bed on her own. His cat purred deep in his mind. He’d fucked her until she couldn’t keep her eyes open, then he’d let her sleep a few hours before waking her up and screwing her over and over as he’d promised.

  He knew she was a little sore, but with the healing qualities he had in his saliva, he often gave her a good licking to help. It wouldn’t help the ache in her muscles today though. That would keep her in bed until he got back from his Alpha duties...he hoped. Mmm, naked and helpless all laid out in his bed—he and his cat liked that.

  He’d gone to the kitchen to make breakfast, and when he returned he found her walking back to the bedroom from the bathroom. The scowl on his face must have been a picture, because she giggled when she looked at him.

  “It’s okay, my feet hardly hurt at all now,” she said, sitting on their bed and wriggling her toes.

  He placed the breakfast tray he was holding on the bedside table and lifted her feet. He didn’t scent blood. Examining them, he saw they were in fact okay. Although a little red, the wounds themselves were still sealed.