Mated To The Alpha: A Standalone Wolf Shifter Romance

by JM Klaire

  "Oh yeah?" Elam teased her, leaning in and kissing her lips. "How hot?"

  Emma smiled against his lips, enjoying the pressure of his kiss. She deepened the kiss, running her tongue softly over his bottom lip and pressing inside.

  He kissed her back, softly, opening his mouth to hers.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, and tugged him closer to her, opening her mouth wider. All of the danger and emotion from her adventure needed to be released, her body barely hurt at all and she found herself wanting Elam, needing him to make her forget everything she'd been through, everything she'd learned, just for a little while.

  She needed to reconnect, to him, to life. The more they kissed, the more she needed. She fisted her hands in his hair, and threw her head back, exposing her neck to his mouth.

  "Emma, we shouldn't. Not yet. Take some time to recover first."

  He said the words in a strained whisper against the soft skin of her neck. It was almost like he was trying to convince himself to leave her alone, so she could heal.

  But she could feel the hardness of him as she pulled him closer, and she knew that he was what she needed to heal, not time.

  He tried to pull away, but she didn't want him too, so she answered his forgotten question.

  "How hot were my visions by the bon fire? You mean my visions of wrapping my legs around your waist as you pressed me up against the cave wall? Oh, they were hot as hell. So were the ones where we were naked, rolling around on the skins there in the cave.

  Take me there soon, Elam. Please. I want to erase the bad memories of Ziva in that cave, when I was tied up on those furs. I want to make new memories there, with you, and to remember that cave instead by rolling around naked with you on those furs. I want you between my thighs on those furs. Will you? Take me there? Will you help me remember that cave in a good way again? As the place where you bury yourself between my thighs, again and again?"

  "Hell Emma, I'll take you there now. You are making it very hard for me to let you rest. Just say the word and we can go this very minute."

  "Oh, no. Not yet. Rolling around with you in that cave will have to wait."

  "Are you hurting?" Elam pulled back to look at her, afraid to hurt her more than she was already hurt.

  "I just meant that I want you now, silly. Taking me in that cave will have to wait. Because right now I want you to take me here. Now. In this bed. I can't wait long enough to go to the cave with you, my love. I need you inside me now."

  25

  "Say it again."

  "What? That I want you inside me? That I need you to take me here?"

  "Damn, Em. That does amazing things to my cock. But no, I meant say 'my love.'"

  Emma used her grip on his hair to pull his face back from hers. She looked at him hard, the wheels turning swiftly in her brain.

  "Elam, have I not told you how much I love you? I haven't, have I? Well let me fix that right now. I know we've had a lot going on, but there is no excuse for...Elam, I love you. I love you more and more every day. You are not what I expected when my dad dropped me off here to keep me out of trouble, by any means. But I love you.

  You have captured my heart. My body needs your body like the fields need rain. I ache for you when you aren't near me. I think of you when you are away from me. You taught me to shift, to hunt, to make love, to fuck, and most of all- to love. I love you, Elam. I chose you. I chose to be your mate. I chose to be your lover. I chose to be your friend. I chose to give you my life, to remain here forever, yours, and I'm so very glad I did.

  I love you, Elam, so very much already. And right now, I choose to have every inch of you buried deep inside me. I choose to love you, again and again, until I literally, physically burst with the pleasure of loving you. Please, show me how much you love me, and let me show you the same. Love me, Elam. Long, and loud. Gentle and rough. Please Elam, love me. Now."

  Emma watched, word by word, meaning by meaning, as her words hit Elam. She squealed with delight as the light in his eyes grew and changed from adoring and careful and loving, to aroused and needy and heated.

  His mouth found hers again, only this time his tenderness was overshadowed by need. He kissed her with primal desire. His tongue was thorough as he tasted every inch of her mouth, his hands wandering, pulling, tugging, until he found her wrists and suddenly pulled them up above her head, pinning her in place underneath him.

  He kissed a path from just under her ear, down her neck and over the swells of her breasts. She was beautifully naked underneath him, and no barriers stood between them as his mouth teased a hot trail toward one pointed, pink nipple.

  He teased the peak of her nipple with the very tip of his tongue before drawing it into his mouth and sucking on the sensitive nub.

  She moaned her encouragement as she arched her back to press her breast more firmly against his mouth. He sucked harder, nipping the bud with his teeth before soothing it again with the flat of his tongue.

  His hands released their grip on her wrists, one hand roaming over her body before cupping her other breast and aiming it toward his mouth so he could give that one equal attention, and his other arm helping to prop himself up to kiss Emma in all the ways he wanted to.

  Emma decided that she wanted to take charge. She realized that Elam had tasted all of her, but she had yet to taste all of him. When she was in heat they had fucked like rabbits, but she'd never tasted him. She was determined to change that now.

  Emma played with Elam, running her hand over his hard, muscular chest before pinching his nipples between her fingers and lightly running her fingernails down his chest, over his abs and back up. She placed her palm flat against his chest, and suddenly pushed.

  She rolled toward him as she pushed, using his surprise as leverage to get him on his back. She straddled his hips and then his legs before he knew what happened, and was kissing her way down his chest and stomach before he even though to protest.

  "You should be resting. I was going to help you relax."

  She laughed, her breath against his stomach as her tongue licked a trail farther south.

  "I am relaxing. Kissing you is very relaxing."

  Her tongue dipped lower, following his trail of dark hair as it led to his lower abdomen, just above his thick, dark nest of hair.

  She knelt between his spread thighs, kissing his stomach before working up the nerve to head lower. She'd never tasted him before, but she had touched him there, so she started with what she knew.

  She wrapped her hand around his erect cock, feeling his warm, velvet skin against her palm. She started stroking him in her hand as she lightly bit and nipped the skin on his stomach and hips.

  His moan above her as she stroked his cock in her hand was enough to urge her on. She angled his cock with her hand, aiming his cock head toward her lips. She looked him over as she wet her lips in anticipation. He was hard, and thick in her hand, the tip of him looking back at her in the seconds before she stuck out her tongue.

  She licked him at first, starting slow. She ran her tongue over and around the tip of him, and then closed her lips over him, sliding him slowly into her mouth.

  He was smooth against her tongue, slightly salty at the tip. It reminded her of a popsicle, so she decided to treat him accordingly. She sucked a little, gently, and was rewarded with a groan from somewhere deep inside Elam's chest.

  Her grip tightened on his shaft as she started to bob her head, taking more of him into her mouth. She twirled her tongue over him as she stroked, exploring and enjoying the sounds he was making as she took her time.

  She found an easy rhythm, one that he seemed to enjoy as well. She felt his hands slide into her hair, not forcing, but gently guiding her, showing her what he liked. She liked the rush of power that came with pleasing him this way. She loved knowing she was responsible for the sounds coming out of the back of his throat.

  She started going faster, twisting her palm just so during every stroke of her lips over his shaft, but he soo
n stopped her by tugging slightly on her hair, urging her to stop.

  "Emma, if you keep going..."

  Before he could finish his thought, her eyes were already roaming over every inch of him. She loved how he looked laid out underneath her. She could see all of him that way, from his biceps and chest, tensed from making her stop, to his washboard flat abs just below her lips.

  She looked lower, watched as her hand kept a slow motion up and down his cock, and she knew what she wanted to do next.

  She let go of him, crawling on all fours over him until she was straddling the shaft of his cock with her bare breasts hovering over his mouth. She lowered herself some, kissing his lips as his hands explored her body just inches above his own. She broke the kiss, sitting up on her knees and watching as he took himself in hand and aimed the head of his cock between her thighs.

  She sat deliciously still as he rubbed the tip of his hard cock back and forth along her wet slit, teasing her with his hardness and circling her clit.

  He aimed himself for her tight hole, letting her lower herself at her own speed.

  She sat down on him, inch by slow inch, reveling in the feel of him slowly stretching and filling her. She knew he would probably take over at some point, when she finally yelled out something that broke his steely will, but for now he was letting her set the pace.

  She wasn't at all experienced in such matters, so she decided to just do what felt good, what felt right. She sat all the way down, until her weight rested on his hips with his cock fully inside her.

  She started rocking her hips, rubbing her clit on the base of him as she rocked slowly at first. It felt so good she picked up the pace, rocking herself against him faster and faster.

  His hands gripped her hips, squeezing her as he matched the rhythm she had set. His hands rose up, gliding over her waist and up higher to tease and squeeze her breasts as she rocked and bounced above him.

  "You are so very beautiful, Em. I love seeing the pleasure on your face as you ride me. I love feeling my cock inside you, being hugged and squeezed as you move against me."

  Emma bit her lip, Elam's words egging her on as she found a rhythm that was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm already. She leaned over him, planting her hands on his chest as she rocked her hips against him harder, faster.

  "That's it. Come for me sweet Emma. Ride me, take your pleasure from me, let me watch as you fall over that edge."

  "Oh Elam...I'm..."

  "Oh fuck Emma, you're so sexy when you come."

  "Oh yes, oh Elam, yes, yes, yes!"

  She folded over him as her orgasm hit, pressing her breasts into his chest and chanting the words against his neck and into his ear as the waves started rolling through her. She felt the urge to taste his skin, to kiss his neck as she came, and before she knew why she was biting his neck.

  Little nibbles at first, nipping at him as she rocked her hips, but then she opened wider and sunk her teeth into the straining muscles in his neck. She bit harder as she climaxed, the feel of his vulnerable skin against her teeth as his cock still filled her making one orgasm roll swiftly into two.

  She claimed him as hers then, marking him as she had been marked. Now she not only belonged to him, but he belonged to her as well.

  He wrapped his arms around her waist and hips as she rode him, cumming for him, claiming him as hers. He thrust himself up into her as she rocked down on him, but it wasn't enough.

  Her bite excited something in him, and as she started to turn to putty above him, he needed more.

  He rolled her over so she was underneath him again, and he turned her onto her stomach.

  She felt his need and responded by getting her knees and elbows underneath her, arching her back and offering herself to him behind her.

  His animal urges had taken over, and she loved that she could bring out the animal in him.

  She threw her head back, trying to watch him behind her as he gripped her hips with his hands and drove himself quickly, fully home in one smooth stroke.

  He filled her, pulling out quickly just to fill her again.

  She pressed her ass back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke, loving the sound of his hips smacking against her ass as he grunted and reached for his own climax. Her fists gripped the blankets as she rocked backward against him, and he slid an arm around her waist holding her still as he filled her again and again.

  His strokes got faster and shallower, staying deep instead of pulling out before thrusting again. With a primal groan his grip tightened and she knew he was almost there.

  She reached a hand down between her legs, feeling where they joined together and then stroking and softly tugging his balls just in time to hear an animalistic roar rip through him as he came, pouring his seed so deeply inside her, making her fall forward on the bed and pressing her belly flat against the sheets as their legs finally gave out and his orgasm filled her.

  They lay like that, him on her back, pressed against the warm bed until their wits started to return.

  She sighed and then giggled as his mouth teased the heated, sensitive flesh of her neck as he nuzzled her there.

  "Please, Em, don't ever scare me like that again, ok? When you were in trouble, and then to see you fall at my feet in pain. Going through that again would tear my heart out."

  She laughed as well as she could, pinned beneath him, and said, "I'll try not to. It's not like I planned it, you know."

  "Hmm. Did you plan to bite me or did that just happen, too?"

  She felt herself turn quite a few shades of red as she remembered what she had done in the heat of passion. She wiggled underneath him until he let her up and she could roll onto her back and look up at him.

  She assessed the damage.

  She'd left a bite mark, for sure. She must have shifted at least a little, because two canine teeth holes were deeper than all the rest. She had drawn blood. It was already beginning to heal, but it would leave a mark on him forever, just like the one she wore.

  "How does it look? Do we have matching claimings?"

  "You are definitely marked." She said it with a shy grin. "Do you mind? I know it's usually just the female who bears the mark."

  "Do I mind that my mate wants to tell the whole world that I belong to her and her alone? That I am loved? That if anyone wants to try anything they'd have a jealous she-wolf to explain things to? No, love. Of course I don't mind. I like knowing I can drive you to a passion strong enough to mark me. I will wear your mark proudly."

  "As I wear mine, Elam. I wear mine proudly as well."

  With a smile Elam pulled Emma into the cradle of his arms and dragged the blankets back up from wherever their rolling around had tossed them, tucking them in.

  "I love you, Mate." Elam whispered the words into her ear in the moments before sleep took them both.

  "And I love you back, you beast."

  26

  Later on that night, Galen and Kate came by to check on Emma.

  Emma was feeling fine, her romp with Elam and the nap that followed doing much to help her heal and restore herself. Her body was still pretty sore, but she felt way better than she ever would have imagined she'd feel after getting shot, twice, and killing an esteemed, if crazy, member of the pack she had only recently joined.

  The foursome found themselves speaking easily and freely without anyone else from the pack being around.

  Kate started it off by thanking Emma for jumping in front of her and taking the bullets aimed at her. She wanted to continue, to say more, but emotional tears kept tripping her up.

  When she took a moment to wipe her eyes and take a breath, Galen stepped in for her. He started to thank Emma as well, but his speech started out as more of an apology than a thank you.

  "I'm so sorry, Emma. If I had known just exactly how far gone my mother was I never would have let her out of my sight. I certainly never would have let her and Kate spend as much time together as they did. I appreciated that Kate was trying to get to know
her, because it left me free to be with Thomas quite a bit in his final days. I'll always be grateful for that time. But, I never would have traded it at the expense of Kate's safety."

  Emma was a bit uncomfortable with all the thanks and attention aimed at her, and tried to wave it off by offering to pour everyone a glass of wine and aim the conversation to more interesting, to her at least, topics. Like the new knowledge that instead of just being adopted brothers, Elam and Galen were actually half-brothers, since they both shared the same mother.

  Elam waved Emma back into her seat and rose to open a bottle of wine for the group, as Galen steered the conversation in an entirely new direction.

  "There is a lot to be discussed on the brother front, for sure, but before you get too carried away with the wine- pour three glasses only, please."

  "Do you not want a glass, brother?" Elam said the term with a big grin at Galen.

  "Oh hell yeah, I do."

  Kate interrupted them, saying, "It is me who won't be drinking."

  "Since when do you turn down wine?" Emma ribbed her.

  "Since I started carrying Galen's cub."

  That news made everyone stop what they were doing and turn to the couple, congratulating them, hugging Kate and slapping Galen on the back.

  "That's another reason we are grateful to you, Emma. Since Kate is with cub, you saved more than just her from Ziva. You saved them both. I owe you everything, Emma. Anything you ever need, you just say the word. I mean it."

  Emma nodded, not really sure how to respond, so she teased Kate instead, trying to lighten the mood.

  "Holy shit, Kate. What are your parents going to say when they hear? They expect you back, straightened up from our wayward path, at the end of this next year. Won't they be surprised?"

  "Ah, but I have straightened up. I'm very happily married, or mated, or claimed, or whatever. Come to think of it, they very well may demand a church wedding, but..."

  "I'm game." Galen reassured her. "If a church wedding will please your parents, I'll marry you in each and every church they require. I will want a wedding night though, after each wedding. I'm just sayin'."