Rise of the Alpha

by Jessica Snow

  "Not really," Melanie said through gritted teeth. "Just my own stupid fault. I'm just a little jumpy lately."

  Melanie took a deep breath and opened her eyes. Keith was dressed for working out as well, wearing tight black shorts and a cotton tank top similar to hers. She noticed for the first time that his chest and arms were covered in a very fine, very light coating of hair. While most women would find it unattractive, on Keith it definitely looked sexy, highlighting the muscular nature of his arms and torso. She could feel a tingle develop between her thighs. "What are you doing home so early?"

  "My sister has told me you’ve been exercising quite hard recently, and have shown impressive abilities," he replied, his voice sounding thicker, rougher somehow. "I wanted to see for myself, and maybe join in."

  "I think I’m done for the day, but I would love to watch your workout," Melanie replied, unconsciously chewing her bottom lip. The heat in her groin was growing, and she knew she was turned on. It had been a while since she had last had a lover, but she hadn't forgotten the signs.

  Keith's nostrils flared slightly, and Melanie could swear he was smelling the air. With a momentary pause, Keith smiled ferally and nodded, walking over to the treadmill and restarting it. Melanie gingerly rolled over on her stomach to watch.

  From her position, she could see all of Keith. The massage table was behind the treadmill, so she had an amazing view of his backside and legs as the impressive muscles flexed and flowed, propelling him along the belt. Glancing at the mirror in front of the treadmill, Mel watched as Keith's skin flushed, then started to lightly sweat as the belt continued to roll on. Melanie could feel wetness spreading between her legs as she watched every muscle on Keith's handsome body flex and relax.

  After a few minutes, Melanie was practically moaning in lust as she watched Keith work. He got off the treadmill and started on the overhead press, his massive arms and shoulders straining as he lifted a very impressive 300 pounds over and over. Glancing in the mirror again, Melanie started when she realized that Keith's eyes were locked on hers in the mirror, and he was staring at her with open want in his face. Keith racked the bar with a loud clang and almost pounced across the room, gathering Melanie in his arms and picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, thrilled at the rock-hard firmness she felt through her shorts.

  "I can't hold back anymore," Keith said, as his lips fastened upon Melanie's. He was strong, firm, but his lips were soft, as his tongue snaked out to taste Melanie's lips. She moaned, opening her mouth in return, her own tongue capturing his, as the two clung to each other in desperate lust.

  "I don't want you to hold back at all," Mel groaned in reply when they finally broke the kiss. "I think you're the sexiest man I've ever known."

  Keith smiled, his amber eyes burning into Melanie's, searing into her very soul. "And you’re the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he said, tracing a finger down Melanie's back while supporting her under her hips with only one arm. "Besides being intelligent, honorable, and funny. You've brought sunshine to my dark life, and I need you."

  Melanie felt tears spring to her eyes, and she blinked them away quickly. She couldn't even begin to say all the words she felt running through her mind, so she answered the only way she knew how with another scorching kiss. She moaned in heat, feeling his hard cock pressing against the crotch of her shorts. Her hands roamed over Keith's broad back, tracing and memorizing each individual muscle, amazed that so muscular a man could also be so intelligent, kind, and respectful.

  After breaking the kiss, she unwrapped her legs from his waist and pulled herself from his arms. She wanted to see more of his amazing body, and she couldn't disrobe him when they were entwined. She smiled, kissing his chest muscles as she pulled the hem of his tank top out from his shorts. Keith caught on, and his smile widened. With a shrug of his arms, he pulled the tank top over his head, tossing it across the room to land on a rack of dumbbells. "My turn now," he growled.

  Melanie grinned as Keith grabbed the straps of her tank top and pulled. The thin cotton parted like tissue paper in his strong hands, and suddenly Melanie's breasts were exposed to the air directly. She could feel her nipples, rock hard and aching on her breasts, as she thrust them out for his approval. She knew she wasn't large, just a B cup, and she was sometimes shy about them. "Do you like?"

  Instead of answering, Keith swept her up in his arms again, depositing Melanie's backside on the massage table. He gently pushed her back, until she was leaning back on her elbows, before lowering his lips to her collarbone. She gasped as she felt his tongue trace the tender flesh, while his hands caressed her arms and thighs. The heat in her groin had spread to an inferno, as Keith's right hand came up to caress her breast, gently squeezing and massaging the tender flesh. Her eyes closed in lust as she heard him whisper in her ear, "They're perfect. I must taste."

  Melanie could only nod in reply, and seconds later her eyes flew open as fireworks went off in her head and in her aching pussy as Keith fastened his lips on her right breast. His tongue teased and wrapped itself around her nipple, its rough texture sending electric shockwaves through her nipple and throughout her body. She felt herself lean back more on the table as her hands desperately clung to the back of his head, urging him not to stop.

  Her moans were uncontrollable, as Keith kissed his way across her chest, before taking her other nipple into his mouth. Sweat stung her eyes as her nostrils flared, inhaling the mixed aromas of sweat and arousal the two were creating. "Yes, Keith, yes...." she cried, her legs parting in desire to feel his touch in her most sensitive of places.

  Keith kissed his way down her body, his long tongue tasting and arousing every inch of Melanie's skin before he reached the waistband of her shorts. Through half-lidded eyes, she watched as he paused, and looked up at her. "If I continue, there's no going back," he said, lust and graveness mixing erotically in his voice. "I can’t stop myself if I keep going."

  "Don't stop," Melanie replied, lifting her hips up off the edge of the table. “Take me." She felt as if a line had been crossed as if she had just jumped out of an airplane without a parachute. It was dangerous, it was exhilarating, and she knew she had never felt more alive.

  Keith slipped his fingers under the waistband of Melanie's shorts and pulled them gently down her lean legs. There, displayed before her new lover, was Melanie's most tender secrets. Her shaved pussy gleamed wetly in the overhead light, and Melanie shivered as she felt the cool air from the overhead fan play against her hot skin. She shivered again as she saw the look in Keith's eyes, hunger leaping from them as his tongue traced his lips. Her body burned for him, and the normally dominant woman felt herself wanting to submit to him, to let him take her and make her his.

  Keith reached out with one finger, and Melanie cried out as he tenderly caressed her labia. His thick yet graceful finger traced up and down her slit, gathering her moisture before finding her hooded clit at the top. She moaned and whined as a small orgasm shook her body, her hips jerking from just that single touch. When she came down from the clouds, she looked down to see Keith smiling up at her.

  With the same devious smile he used when he was telling her some of his favorite stories, he leaned in, and his again supernaturally long tongue snaked out to replace his fingers. Melanie had never felt such sensations before, his tongue seemed to be everywhere, touching and caressing every fold of her pussy, licking, and darting, opening her up more and more to his exploration. Her thighs clamped around Keith's head as she cried out again, this time in a full-fledged orgasm that left her unable to breathe for agonizing seconds. She felt like she was going to pass out.

  "My god, what are you doing?" she moaned when she finally regained her senses. Her body was exhausted, she had never felt such a strong climax before. Keith stood up, and she could see what he wanted. His shorts were almost comically stretched out, his cock straining against the fabric almost to the point of tearing the seams. Melanie felt a ripple of fear and renewed lust flush throu
gh her chest and down through her pussy. She hadn't even seen him yet, and she knew it was going to be the largest cock she had ever had inside her.

  "Hands and knees," Keith said, his voice deeper and growling. Melanie stared into his eyes, which seemed to be aflame with lust and desire. She felt another stab of fear and understood what Keith had meant earlier. The intelligent, witty man she was falling in love with was gone. Standing in front of her now was a primal sex god, not to be denied. It scared her, it thrilled her, and she knew she would obey his every whim.

  Without a word, Melanie climbed off the table and got on her hands and knees. From where she was kneeling, she could see them both in the mirror. She saw her position, submissive, desirous, sexy. She gasped as she watched Keith literally rip his shorts off his own body, and his massive cock sprung into her sight. It was long, easily 8 or 9 inches, and beautifully tapered to a graceful point. The head was a fiery red, and she could see in the mirror as the whole thing shook with Keith's pulse. Precome oozed from the tip, and she watched as a drop formed and fell to the floor. "Yessss," she moaned, ready for him.

  Keith seemed to have lost the capacity for speech as he knelt behind her, and lined himself up with her hot center. She shivered again in anticipation as she felt his cockhead probe at her, and she relaxed her body as best as she could when she felt his strong hands grasp her hips. It was time.

  With a single strong, smooth thrust, Keith buried himself fully inside Melanie's pussy. She barely held onto consciousness as he stretched her wider and wider, his massive power turning her mind to jelly. She finally found herself again when she felt his hips slap against her ass, and he started to withdraw. The sudden emptiness made her cry out in frustration, only to have the cry turn into a one of joy as he thrust inside her again, his cock filling her more than any man had ever done before. Here was her perfect lover, making her his with every thrust of his hips.

  She started to feel herself slip into a rhythm as Keith's thrusts in and out alternatively filled her and emptied her. Each time he thrust in she felt like she couldn't take another, and yet each time he pulled out she felt her body and her pussy screaming for more. She started to push back into him, her body begging him to keep going. Her eyes were almost all the way closed, as her entire mind turned itself to just the feeling of Keith and his massive cock wringing joy after joy out of her body. She was delirious with lust and felt another orgasm rising in her body. "I'm going to cum," she cried out joyously, hoping Keith was not far behind.

  She could feel Keith's thrusts speed up in response, as Keith's already fast breath grew ragged and hard. His hold of her waist grew almost painful as he thrust harder and faster, and Melanie screamed in pleasure as her orgasm overtook her again. She could feel her pussy muscles squeezing his cock, pulling it deeper inside of her, never wanting to let go.

  With an animal cry that sounded to Melanie's ears like a howl, Keith reached his own orgasm, his cock emptying spurt after spurt of hot cum into Melanie's body. The force of his climax triggered another orgasm out of Melanie's already taxed body, and she felt herself slipping into the blackness of oblivion, chased by her last incoherent moans as her body shook and shuddered under the earthquake like orgasms.

  Chapter 4

  "You know what you did might anger the other Clans."

  Keith stood in the hallway, his naked body covered in drying sweat as he looked down at Melanie's nude form under the black silk sheets of her bed. He had carried her there, placing her in tenderly, lovingly tucking the sheets under her, when he heard his sister behind him. "I am the Alpha Male of this Clan, Kimberly. What the other Clans think is not of my concern, nor should it be yours."

  "Perhaps, brother, but as you are the Alpha Male, I am the Alpha Female," Kimberly replied, walking up to her brother. She was wearing only a camisole, her pale hairless body in stark contrast to Keith's ruggedly furred form. "And that is my concern. You protect our Clan physically, yes. But I am the one to protect this Clan politically. How will the other Clans react when they find out you have taken an outsider as a mate? How am I supposed to keep the Thornblood Clan pacified when they realize that their daughters cannot become your First?"

  Keith gazed over at his sister, smirking. He could tell his sister was a tad jealous by his lovemaking with Melanie. Not in the romantic kind of way, but simply her position of power within the clan as a female leader could be threatened.

  "It isn't the first time our kind has taken an outsider as a mate, you know."

  "But it is the first time in over three centuries that a Clan Alpha has done so. The other clans might become nervous."

  Keith shrugged. "Then they shall be nervous, Kimberly. I am mated to Melanie. She is my First Mate. You and I can both smell it, she will soon carry my child within her. The other Clans will have to accept that. As for the Thornbloods, if they are still so desperate for a Clan alliance, their daughters will have to learn to be Seconds. Or perhaps their sons will have to learn to become the mates of a Clan Alpha Female?"

  Kimberly shook her head. "Never, Keith. You know where my heart lies. With our Clan, and our Clan only. Fine, I will do everything I can to deal with the Thornbloods and the other Clans for that matter. But I don’t envy what you have to do."

  "What is that, dear sister?"

  "Tell Melanie that she is now the First Mate to an Alpha Werewolf."

  Chapter 5

  Melanie sighed and stretched her arms over her head. The black silk sheets whispered over her skin, and she shivered with pleasure. Her body felt like warm putty, every muscle relaxed and languid. She smiled as her mind floated back to the gym, and the massage table. Keith had been so strong and powerful as they made love. She had never felt so much pleasure and never felt such a connection with another man. "Good evening, love."

  Melanie sighed. "Good evening to you too. How long was I asleep?"

  "Only a few hours. It's about 9 o'clock now. Would you join Kimberly and I for dinner in the kitchen?"

  "I'll be right there."

  Rolling over, Melanie was taken aback. She swore she had heard Keith just now talking to her, but where was he? The bedroom was empty, and she was certain she hadn't been talking to an intercom. Puzzled, she got out of bed and slipped an emerald green silk robe around her body. Cinching the belt tight, Melanie cautiously made her way out of the bedroom and down the hallway towards the kitchen. Inside, she found Keith and Kimberly both sitting somberly at the granite kitchen island, sipping coffees. While Keith's facial expression concerned her, she couldn't help but feel warmth and happiness at seeing her newfound lover again.

  "You never told me that your penthouse had an internal intercom," she said, sitting down on the empty stool across from Kimberly and next to Keith. "The sound quality is incredible. I thought you were right next to me until I opened my eyes."

  Keith sighed, and glanced at Kimberly. Kimberly nodded to her brother, who set his mug down. "Melanie, we have to talk."

  Mel felt her world start to crumble around her. Whenever a man said that to her, it usually wasn't good. "Is this the point where the conversation has such classic lines as 'It's not you, it's me,' and ends with me feeling broken and alone outside somewhere?"

  She could feel tears start to form in her eyes, and she blinked them back furiously. There was no way, not after all that she had been through over the past few weeks, that she was going to allow herself to break down crying over this. She felt her legs tense, preparing to flee from the room.

  Her fears were almost immediately doubled when she saw Keith's jaw drop in shock, as Kimberly hid a small smile behind her hand. "I told you that wasn't the way to start this," she smirked. "You've scared the hell out of her."

  "Will you please tell me just what the hell you are talking about?"

  Keith reached over from his stool and set his hand on top of hers. "First of all, no, at no point will you need to feel broken and alone. I am not here to break up with you or try to make you a one night stand. In fact, it's just the
opposite."

  "But he might be able to work in a 'it's not you, it's me' if you ask him," Kimberly interjected, giggling momentarily before her face regained its serious composure. She looked at Keith, who was almost scowling at her. "Sorry, brother. I was out of place."

  Keith nodded, before turning his amber eyes back to Melanie. "Melanie, this afternoon was special to me. You see, I've never done that with a woman before."

  "You've never had sex before?" Melanie was shocked. She wasn't exactly super experienced, but she was sure Keith hadn't been a virgin last night the way he went down on her. She had never had a lover lick her so thoroughly or tenderly to such a mind shattering orgasm.

  Keith shook his head, frustrated with himself. "No, no, that's not what I'm trying to say. What I mean is.... well.... ah to hell with it. Okay, this is going to sound crazy, so I'm just going to spit it out all at once. Just please don't freak out, and at least think about what I'm going to say."

  "I'm a cop, Keith. Or at least, I was before becoming a fugitive," Melanie assured him. "I'm sure whatever you're going to tell me, I've heard crazier."

  Keith's eyes were filled with agonizing self-doubt, as he looked from Melanie to Kimberly, who just nodded her head once before taking a sip of her coffee. Keith seemed to go inside for a moment before he locked his gaze upon Melanie's again, and she could feel his amber gaze bore deep into her soul. "Okay. What if I were to tell you that some of the myths, some of the fairy tales you read as a little girl were true? What if I were to tell you that the night is filled with creatures, creatures that are normally consigned to horror movies alone? What if I were to tell you that I am a werewolf, as is my sister, and that this afternoon you and I went through our mating rite. We're now bonded, telepathically, emotionally, and eventually even physically, inseparable until our deaths. And to top it all off, that there is now about a 99% chance you are pregnant with our child?"