by Jessica Snow
“I was going to try and draw this out, let this foreplay continue,” Magnus groaned, reaching up with a wet hand to trace Kristina's earlobe. “But I need my mate so much.”
Kristina let herself be pulled forward into his kiss, her body galvanized by the feeling of his tongue coming out to touch hers. She could feel water splash on her t-shirt, and she pulled back, shucking the cotton garment over her head and taking off her bra in the process. Getting higher onto her knees, she dangled her breasts in front of Magnus, crying out softly when he sucked her right nipple into his mouth.
Reaching down blindly, she found his cock with her hand, which was slick already with scented soap. Stroking him up and down, both of them cried out at the feeling, and Kristina reached down to push her shorts down and out of the way.
“From the first kiss, I knew I was your forever, even if I couldn’t admit it at first,” she whispered, releasing Magnus's cock to push her pants and panties down, leaving her voluptuous and ripe body nude on the bathroom tile. Getting up, she carefully got into the tub, not wanting to slosh water out of the tub, kneeling in the space provided between Magnus’s open legs. “I've wanted you so much,” she whispered, taking his cock back in her hand and stroking him up and down. “Now lie back, and let me take care of my mate.”
Kristina knew that even though they’d officially mate in the Lycan sense of the term later, this was just as good for her. Even the small ripples created by her hand moving up and down in the water aroused her, the small beats washing against her pussy as she masturbated him. Magnus's breathing grew faster and faster, the head of his cock oozing precum. Kristina leaned forward, sucking and licking the pink tip, letting her tongue caress the small slit at the top.
“I want you to come for me,” she said, opening her mouth and letting the tip of his cock rest against her tongue. She felt her mate’s arousal grow through the link, and despite his Lycan nature, he loved this as much as any other man. She pumped him faster and faster until Magnus grunted softly, his cock spurting on her tongue and face, causing her to smile as his orgasm took over, his eyes widening for a moment before closing tightly. His hips lifted from the water for a moment before slipping back under the water, and he let his breath out in a long shudder.
“Wow.”
“Wow indeed,” Kristina replied, licking the semen off her lips. “You needed that badly. And with our link going, I felt it too. It’s amazing.”
“We get to explore our link as much as you want,” he teased, wiping a finger over her wet cheek. “You missed a spot.”
Kristina smiled and sucked his finger clean before she wiped the last bit of him from her other cheek.
“After this bath, I'm going to help you into the bed, where I'm going to ride you until we both climax so many fucking times that I pass out until tomorrow morning,” Kristina growled. “I wish this tub were bigger, because I want to ride you right now.”
Magnus nodded, and Kristina carefully got out of the tub. Getting the towel and rubbing it over his body and massaging his skin, he let their link deepen and experienced her desire for him that grew second by second. By the time he was dry, she could see his cock already half erect again, and she was so aroused she was sure she could orgasm with only the slightest of touches. Shivering with need, she leaned back. “Let's get you out of there and into bed,” she said. “You can tell Kimberly about your decision tomorrow or something.”
“Can you go warm up the bed?” Magnus asked, his breath coming in deep gasps as he looked at Kristina. “Because if you stay there like that, I'm never going to get out of this bathroom.”
Kristina laughed and nodded, drying herself quickly before heading into the bedroom. Pulling the covers back, she sat on the side of the bed, arranging the pillows for Magnus. When she saw him come in, she was blown away at how handsome he was again, and she patted the mattress next to her. “Guess it’s sort of fortunate that Edward has a super huge bed, isn’t it?" she said, inviting him in.
Magnus nodded and made his way over, stretching out on the bed before sighing. She slid a small pillow under his knee for an angle before leaning over, letting her jet black hair dangle over him as she lowered her mouth to his cock again, sucking him slowly and lovingly to a full erection. She felt his hand on her ass, and she pulled away, knowing she was still so close she couldn't take the stimulation. “In a minute, my mate.”
Kristina swung her leg carefully over Magnus's hips, bringing her one knee a bit higher to give a new angle to their coupling. Reaching down, she guided him into her desperate body, resisting with all of her might the urge to plunge herself down quickly. Having come once already or not, Magnus was still tremendously large for her, and she worked her way up and down slowly, letting her juices coat him until with a final groan of bliss, she felt her hips settle against him. “Nobody else has ever let me get on top,” she said, rocking her hips back and forth. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Magnus said, grabbing her ass in his hands and kneading the strong flesh. “God, you feel good.”
“Just like that,” Kristina sighed, leaning forward and dangling her breasts in his face. Magnus pulled her down, his mouth fastening on her left breast and sucking hard, his tongue tracing and caressing her nipple until she saw stars in her vision. Riding her hips back and forth, she plunged herself over and over onto his body, gasping as warmth spread through her body. She had expected her first orgasm to come hard and fast since she was so aroused from the bath, but instead, it just built, higher and higher as she rode, until she was desperate for release, tears running down her cheeks as she pushed herself back and forth as hard as she could. She knew what was happening. Magnus was keeping her from orgasm through their link, playing with her and drawing it out for both of them. “Please, please, Magnus, I need to come so badly.”
Kristina felt her body explode in climax as Magnus let loose over the link while at the same time thrusting his hips up to meet hers. She felt her body peak, throwing her head back, her hair cascading up and back in a red explosion, her bronzed skin flushed with heat and desire. Crying out, she could feel Magnus buck and tense before he also came, his eyes widening at the unfamiliar experience of two orgasms so close together, the link letting her feel them both as if they were her own. She sighed and rolled to the side, shaking from the intensity. “I love you so much,” she whispered, stroking his face and kissing him. “My Alpha.”
“My mate," he replied, wrapping an arm under her shoulders and pulling her close to pillow her head on his chest. “Now relax. We can recover, and then we can do exactly what you’ve been thinking about . . . are you sure?”
“One hundred percent,” she whispered, kissing his lips. “If the next few days are the time that I’m fertile, then I’m going to mate you every day over and over again until we’re a hundred percent sure that I’m carrying your baby. You think any other man could ever make me as happy as you do?”
Kristina kissed him again and rolled out of the bed. Going over to the closet, she pulled out a thick bathrobe and slid it on, belting it around her waist. “But before I rest, I want to go raid the fridge. You know, I didn’t get to be the size I am by sipping tea and eating celery.”
“Yeah well, I think you’re sexy as hell at the size you are,” Magnus said, lying back. “But let me rest a bit before I come join you. I think it might be the last few minutes of rest that I’m going to get before I call Kimberly and the two of us start our new lives.”
Epilogue
“Push!” the doctor said as Kristina bore down. She was surprised. She didn’t think it was going to be this hard after talking with Kimberly Waldwyck over the past ten months. She’d gotten to know her well, and while they would never call each other sister—their respective roles in their clans prevented that—she did count the other Alpha Female as a close friend.
So close, in fact, that she’d sent her own personal doctor from Clan Lockwood up to make sure that the second Aklark-Lycan delivery went as smoothly a
s possible. Not that things were quite as easy with hers. Apparently, there were some structural differences between Aklark women and Lycan women when it came to delivering babies.
Kristina pushed again, sweat dripping down her forehead, and in a rush, it felt as if the pain swelled to nearly unbelievable levels. I can’t!
Yes, you can, Magnus replied, his own face dripping in sweat as he tried everything to keep their link active despite her pain and stress. I saw the head crest that time. One more!
Kristina bore down, screaming in effort as she felt her first child born, and she sagged back, panting. “You’re wrong,” she gasped at Magnus, grinning despite the continued pain. “Now, there’s one more.”
Magnus laughed softly and held Kristina’s hand as she bore down again. Ten minutes later, there was another cry in the air as Kristina gave birth to her second child, and the hard part was done. Lying back, she watched in wonder as her twins, a boy and a girl, were brought over to her and laid on her chest. “Katrina and Timothy,” she said, feeling the tiny weights in her arms. “How’d you two make so much fuss when you’re so small?”
“I’m sure they’re feeling the same way,” Magnus joked, stroking his son’s hair. He was almost halfway between his mother and his father, with more lightly bronzed skin than his mother but having the high, regal cheekbones, while Katrina had inherited her mother’s gray eyes. “Wow, you did it.”
“We did it,” Kristina said, lying back and sighing in pleasure and exhaustion. “So how long before we have to go be Alphas again?”
“I’m letting Doc handle the initial announcement,” Magnus said with a chuckle. “He didn’t get a chance with the Waldwyck twins, so he’s looking forward to it.”
“You know, he had an interesting little theory when you stepped out to deal with the man from the logging transport company,” Kristina said with an amazed chuckle. “You won’t believe what he said.”
“Oh? What was it?” Magnus asked. “That our children are the cutest things in the world?”
“Besides that,” Kristina said with an amused chuckle. “No, what he said was that he thinks our children and the Waldwyck twins might be the next great step forward in our kind’s evolution.”
“What do you mean?” Magnus asked. He’d been frustrated when the human trucker had insisted no matter what that he had to talk with one of the members of the Darksky family, but this was interesting.
“He said—let me see if I remember it right—that any advantage in reproductive abilities eventually leads to a sustained superiority. He said the Waldwyck twins are already as advanced as any children twice their age, and he noticed that we’ve got twins too, a boy and a girl. He said that if that holds true, then eventually, hybrids would be stronger than both Aklark and Lycan.”
Magnus chuckled, leaning in and giving first his mate, and then each of his children a kiss on their foreheads. “Let Doc worry about that stuff. I just know that I’ve got a wonderful mate and two wonderful children, and our peoples are being taken care of. I’ll leave the evolution in the hands of evolution.”
Kristina chuckled and nodded. “True. Still, it’s an interesting idea, isn’t it?”
“That it is.”
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Saved by the Alpha
As Alpha of his clan, the handsome and powerful Keith Waldwyck is destined to mate with the most beautiful of female shifters.
Yet when Keith lays eyes on the human Melanie Richter, his wolf can't contain itself and is overcome with lust. He wants nothing more than to make Melanie his Mate, clan politics be damned.
But there’s a problem—being with a human is looked down upon, and promising himself to an outsider could bring the wrath of the other clans down upon him.
Despite the dangers that lay ahead, there are two things Keith knows for sure—Melanie will be his Mate…and she will carry his baby.
Chapter 1
There are good things and bad things about a nearly full moon, Melanie thought. On the good side, it gives great illumination, especially as you run for your life through an urban maze of alleyways, parking lots, and side streets, few of which had adequate lighting. The light would be good if she ever had the chance to use the Glock she was holding in her right fist as she ran. She was an expert shot with the pistol, and knew even in the semi-darkness, she could put a round through an orange at fifty feet.
The bad thing, however, was that the people chasing her also had good visibility, and since they currently outnumbered her six to one, she knew that a gun battle was a good way to get killed. So she ran. Through alley after alley, making random lefts and rights to try and throw off pursuit. Melanie was a good cop. She kept herself in tip-top shape, but her pursuers were more experienced, more numerous, and better coordinated.
Her biggest problem was that she was being forced to fight on unfamiliar turf. She was new to the Southside, having transferred in from Washington Heights less than a month ago. Her pursuers, however, were all experienced cops from the Southside. They knew every blind turn, every dead end, and knew where they could take shortcuts.
Rounding a turn, she skidded to a stop. In front of her were two of her pursuers, Ramirez and Gladstone. Both were young, under 25, and in as good or better shape than Melanie. Most worrisome though were that both were pointing SWAT MP7's at her. She dove to her right as both men squeezed off a burst in her direction, narrowly missing her legs while she rolled behind a dumpster.
"Shit!" she muttered, looking around quickly. There wasn't much around, to be honest. The dumpster was against an old warehouse, with no access on this side other than a metal rolling door that she thought looked very securely locked. No help there.
"Me-ellllll, we're coming for you," Ramirez taunted from the other side of the dumpster. "Make it easy on yourself puta, and give up. We might just let you live. Well, if you make it worth our time."
Melanie checked the safety on her Glock and tried to steady her breathing. Glancing quickly around the edge of the dumpster, she pulled her head back before the two could return fire. She knew she had only moments before the other four men, all members of a corrupt group of cops based out of the Southside, caught up, and then she’d be done for.
Saying a quick prayer to whatever god might be listening, Melanie combat rolled out from behind the dumpster, firing as she came to her knees. Gladstone was arrogant, sure he had his prey secure. His arrogance cost him as Mel put a round directly into his throat, two inches above the body armor he wore. Gladstone's hands flew to his neck, trying futilely to keep his life's fluid in his body. He dropped his MP7, before following by falling face first into the street.
Ramirez, though, was cagier. Mel knew Ramirez was a product of the streets, coming from a tough neighborhood, with rumored gang connections with the Latin Crusade. He had seen firefights before and was flattening himself against the alley wall even before Melanie could roll up and fire. The jarring impact kept him from firing, saving Mel's life.
Melanie adjusted her sight picture over, squeezing the trigger of her Glock just as Ramirez fired back. Both were hit, Ramirez taking the round high in his thigh. The hollow point bullet shredded through his femoral artery, knocking Ramirez down and causing blood to start jetting into the air. He had no chance of survival, his screams losing power as he fell into unconsciousness and death.
Ramirez's round caught Melanie in the left shoulder, spinning her around and sending her face-first to the pavement. Mel screamed in pain and tried with all her might to get to her feet. Her lead on the other four corrupt cops had to be gone by now, and she had to get going.
Before Melanie could even take a step, she saw all four of them walking calmly down the alleyway. Two of them had similar MP7's that Ramirez and Gladstone carried, at their shoulders and ready to fire. The other two, Sergeant Blanco and Lieutenant Yankowitz, were armed with the
same style of Glock Melanie carried. After all, they were all cops.
"Drop it, Mel," Yankowitz said. "I'm not going to lie to you and say you might live. But I’ll at least give you a quick death. If you don’t surrender, I'm going to let Blanco and his boys here put you through hell before they dump your body into the river."
Melanie thought about it for just a second. As she did, the beauty of the night struck her momentarily. Besides the silver gibbous moon shining brightly above her, the narrow band of visible sky showed thousands of stars, diamond pinpricks in the sky. Uncharacteristically for the Southside, the air was clear and sweet, unpolluted by exhaust, rotting food, or any of the thousand other smells that normally permeated the ghetto. Other than her heartbeat, Melanie couldn't hear any other sounds except for the scrape of feet on the pavement. It was a beautiful night. "It's a good day to die," she whispered to herself, her finger tightening on the trigger.
Before she could finish squeezing, a huge shape dropped into the alleyway, blotting out her entire field of view. With a startled squeak, she could feel herself grasped in almost impossibly strong arms, and suddenly she was flying upwards, her hearing muffled as she was pulled against something warm, firm, and impossibly large. She could barely detect the muffled pops as the four men below fired at whatever the hell it was that was holding her, and her next thought was that she couldn't breathe. Whatever it was that was holding her, her face was crushed up against a firm wall of what felt like... flesh?