Claiming The Alpha

by Adriana Hunter

  Claiming The Alpha

  BBW Paranormal Romance

  Wild Obsession (#2)

  By Adriana Hunter

  Copyright © 2013, Adriana Hunter – All Rights Reserved.

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations and places are solely the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, including events, areas, locations and situations is entirely coincidental.

  Table Of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  About The Author

  Chapter One

  She was still there. He’d told her he was a werewolf and as close as she’d come to bolting, yet she’d stayed.

  Nikki was curled up on the bed, her head resting in his lap, the blanket pulled over her body. He stroked her hair softly, marveling at a girl who could hear the man she loved was something other than human and stay with him. It took his breath away.

  “Nikki…” She’d been quiet a long time and he wanted to be patient, let her think about what he’d said, but he wasn’t succeeding. What was she was thinking and feeling? He wanted to know everything that was going through her mind.

  She turned, looking up at him. “Yes?”

  “You have questions, you know, you can ask. I know it’s a lot but I want you to…I want to say I want you to be comfortable with this, but I’m not sure that’s possible right now. I guess I just want you to talk to me.”

  “Yeah. I know. It’s mostly just all a big mess in my head right now.” She rolled onto her back, her head still in his lap.

  “Does it hurt? When you change, I mean. Is that the right word?”

  He nodded. “It is. Yeah, it does. But only for a second or two.”

  “Do you like being a…werewolf?” The word came slowly to her lips and a brief frown creased her forehead.

  “I do. It’s what I’m meant to be. This human form is…sort of temporary, I guess. But for one night a month, I change. And it’s when I feel the most free.”

  Her frown deepened. “Do you kill people?”

  The frankness of her question startled him for a minute, but this was Nikki, and he really shouldn’t have been surprised.

  “I have, but a long, long time ago. It’s not something I enjoyed, but in that case it was necessary.”

  “Why?”

  “It was a wolf hunter, someone out to kill me.” Jax didn’t want to go into detail about his kills now, but he wouldn’t withhold answers to her questions. It would just be easier if she didn’t ask those kinds of questions, at least not right now.

  “Do you live forever then? Or will you die, like the rest of us?”

  “I’m not immortal, but we have the ability to heal quickly, in either form. Bec, my brother, was bitten that night in the alley. He was the other wolf, the yellow one. You met him here…when he came into my room after that first night together. His wound has already healed, just a faint scar is all that’s left. And that will soon fade.”

  She laughed, a brief harsh sound. “Yeah, I remember him. I get the feeling he doesn’t like me too much though.”

  Jax sighed. “It’s complicated…it’s more me that he doesn’t like at the moment. You’re…peripheral. To him, not to me.”

  He looked down at her. “You’re the center of my life right now, Nikki. Nothing can change that.”

  Nikki sat up and knelt next to him, the blanket slipping from her shoulders and pooling around her legs. “You’re important to me, too, Jax. More than I’ve ever let anyone be.”

  “But? I sense something else.”

  “Just be patient with me, okay? I want to try to make this work, but…no promises right now.” Her eyes searched his.

  He reached for her, pulling her against him. “It’s okay. You’re still here and I think that’s pretty amazing.”

  Jax slid down in the bed, pulling Nikki down with him, cradling her against his body. “Nothing else has changed, Nikki. Nothing. I still think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I still love you…before and after. That all stays the same.”

  Nikki nodded, her eyes solemn. “I know you do.” She reached for him, kissing him softly but with urgency.

  She broke away briefly. “Say it again, Jax…tell me you love me. It’s the one thing I can hold on to right now that makes sense.”

  “I love you, baby. And I’ll tell you as many times as you need me to.” He kissed her hard, claiming her lips with his. She returned his kiss with just as much passion, just as much intensity.

  After a long moment he lifted his head. “And I’ll show you as many times as I can, as many times as it takes.”

  Nikki wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down. In the soft light of the room, she looked so vulnerable and maybe even a bit afraid, and his heart ached with wanting to make this easier for her. But all he could do now was hold her, not push her.

  Be patient…I just need to be patient.

  She was moving on the bed, shifting so her body was beneath him. Silently he followed her lead, settling on top, his legs between hers. Her hips shifted, her legs sliding along his thighs and up his torso.

  “Jax, make love to me…please.”

  He took her slowly at first and she was languid and slow, but it wasn’t long before she started twisting beneath him, her movements becoming rough and aggressive. He braced himself on his hands, looking down at her, her face twisted in a grimace.

  “Nikki? What is it?”

  “Harder, Jax. I don’t want to think about anything for a while, I just want to feel.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t. Make me forget, just for a minute.”

  He pulled away from her abruptly, turning her over onto her stomach after a brief tangle of legs. She tried to rise up on her hands and knees, to spread her legs. But Jax pushed her flat, his hands on her hips, lifting her up. He propped her ass up in front of him, his legs spread, holding her legs together with his knees.

  She looked at him over her shoulder, breath rasping from her throat.

  “Yes, oh god…yes, Jax.”

  He took her quickly, the weight of his body giving him momentum, his thrusts hard and fast. She cried out and he grabbed a handful of her hair, tugging her head back. Nikki spread her arms, grabbing the sheets, her hands curled into fists.

  Each thrust brought him closer, drove him further into her warmth and wetness. He gritted his teeth, holding himself back, waiting for some kind of sign from Nikki she was close. He didn’t want to deprive her again, and he sensed she needed this, needed the force of his thrusts to drive all conscious thought from her.

  When she came, it was hard and fast. Her body convulsed from her center, her hips jerking forward, pulling him down with her. He braced his knees on the bed, still thrusting as she cried out beneath him. The contractions of her body around his cock grew stronger and every cell in his body screamed for release. His breath tore from his throat, the fire in his lungs matching the heat in his balls, flooding up the shaft of his cock, inevitable an
d unrelenting, and utterly beyond his control.

  Then there was no holding back for Jax. Everything spun out of his control and he thrust hard into a gasping Nikki, short sharp jabs as his body took over, his hips finding an erratic rhythm of their own. Her cries faded as his growls increased, as he tipped his head back and shouted his ecstasy.

  When there was no more left in him, he collapsed on top of her, his sweat-slicked chest pressed against her back, his cock sliding out of her heat and wetness. He pressed himself against the soft giving flesh of her hip, his hips still flexing forward, his body not yet ready to relax.

  His arm was around Nikki’s shoulder and slowly her begin to shake beneath him. He moved to her side, rolling her back against his chest. She looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks.

  “Nikki. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” His chest tightened at the thought, and his eyes traveled over her body, not sure what he was looking for.

  She shook her head. “I…I’m okay. You didn’t…” Another sob shook her. “I think I just need a good cry.”

  She curled against his chest, her sobs deepening. He held her, rubbing her back and stroking her hair, at a loss as to what to say. There was nothing he could do but wait for this storm to pass.

  Nikki’s sobs trailed off to occasional hiccoughing breaths and then sometime later she was still. Her breathing deepened and Jax realized she was asleep. Gently, trying hard not to wake her, he pulled the blanket over their bodies. She stirred briefly against him, looking up at him with sleep-dreamy eyes.

  “Shhh, go back to sleep.”

  “Thank you, Jax. I really do love you.” Her eyes were closed again before he could ask what she was thanking him for.

  *

  Nikki watched Jax sleep for a while, his face relaxed, one arm curled loosely around her waist and she carefully slid from beneath him, sitting up against the head of the bed. The sun was shining through the window and Jax’s hair caught the light, so black it looked almost blue.

  He stirred and opened one eye, looking up at her.

  “Hey. Morning.” He stretched, the sheet falling away from his chest and arms, revealing smooth skin over taut muscles. It was hard for her to imagine him as anything but the Jax she knew, even though she’d seen him as a wolf.

  “You okay?” He reached for her hand, kissing it and then sitting up next to her. He wrapped an arm around her and she rested her head on his shoulder.

  “Yeah. I think so. Last night was…odd. Hard to understand. Overwhelming.”

  He hugged her briefly. “I know. And I’m sorry. There’s no easy way to explain all that I am, but you deserve to know the truth. I want you in my life, but I couldn’t keep what I am a secret and have you, too.”

  “I know. And I’m glad you told me…really. It’s more than I get from most guys, and when they’re honest, it’s usually to tell me they’re married.” She laughed softly. “This was by far the strangest thing I’ve been told, by any guy.”

  “I’m sure it is. Are you okay…otherwise? Did I hurt you…the last time?”

  She could hear the concern in his voice and she shook her head. “No. I’m fine. The tears…I have no idea what that was. But it felt right, at the moment. There’s a word…I’m not good with big words…for something that’s like cleaning out all the yuck inside your head.”

  “Cathartic.”

  “Yeah. Big word. Not a word a high school dropout uses.”

  They were silent for a few minutes, Jax idly playing with a strand of her hair.

  “Did you drop out after your parents died?”

  “Yeah. It was right at the end of my senior year. I tried to keep going, but it was too hard. Well, it wasn’t hard. There was no one to keep an eye on me. We ran wild, Lori and I. She finished school, barely. I’d crashed at her house all the time and then pretty much lived there after the landlord showed up with an eviction notice at my apartment. After she graduated, she found the club and got us jobs. I got my own place and the rest is history.”

  Jax was quiet beside her. She took a deep breath and then hesitated. She wanted to go on, continue with her story, but she wasn’t sure how he was going to react to all of it. But hell, he’d just told her he was a werewolf. Nothing she could tell him would be any worse. At least it was normal stuff, in comparison.

  Jax reached over and took her hand, winding his fingers through hers. “Remember what I said before? You can tell me anything, anytime. No judgment from me. Nothing changes how I feel about you, okay?”

  She nodded her head, squeezing his hand. “Yeah. I know. It’s just…it’s hard. I never talked about this stuff, try really hard not to think about it even.” She tilted her head, looking up at him. “But I want to tell you, even though it’s not a pretty picture.

  She settled back against his chest, looking down at his big hand holding hers. It was almost a relief talking to him…not quite easy, but it loosened up something inside of her, let off a tension that’s she’d never really noticed until it was gone.

  “I’ve been doing okay on my own. Better than some…better than Lori sometimes. She’s got her head on straight now, but she got mixed up with a lot of shit after high school. Some heavy drugs, really bad guys…the whole cliché you’d expect from a stripper. I managed to avoid all that, at least the drugs. The guys…not so much.”

  Jax still held her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. She was relieved he didn’t feel the need to say anything, just let her ramble on. She sighed and kept talking.

  “If you dance for men, for money, the creeps are pretty much an occupational hazard. A lot of the guys who come to the club are married, looking for a little something on the side. I never got mixed up with those guys, didn’t want to be part of screwing up any more families. And it’s never been about the sex, at the club, I mean. Just a way to make a living. But…I managed to find my own bad guys though. Even thought some of them loved me, found out different…after.”

  “So you broke your own rules in my case?” She heard the smile in his voice, even without looking up. She knew just what it would look like, one side of his mouth turned up, the glint in his eye.

  She smiled, sliding down in the bed beside him and he turned to her. She was right, the smile was there. A little sultrier than she’d imagined, which suited her at the moment. Giving up so much about her life was hard, harder than she’d thought. The rest could wait.

  “You broke the rules first, remember? You touched me, got me all distracted. I should have had Mack toss you out on your ass on the sidewalk.”

  Jax was beside her now, propped up on one elbow. His hand rested on her stomach, sliding slowly north, up over the curve of her breast.

  “I’ve never been one to follow the rules.” His voice was low, smooth…and she shivered.

  “I get that.” His fingers were caressing her now, slowly working their way over her skin. She looked down, watching as he brushed her nipple with the back of his hand, gasping as it drew up, hard and instantly sensitive.

  Everything Jax did to her after that blended into one long sensation-fueled experience. His hands and mouth seemed to be everywhere, lighting a fire inside her, fanning the flames with his kisses, his tongue against hers, his lips sliding along her skin.

  It all peaked, waves of arousal crashing through her, Jax moaning against her neck, his body giving as much as taking from her, in some complicated equation that balanced out perfectly. She held him against her, their bodies slicked with sweat, breathing hard and fast, until they were both spent.

  The sunlit room gradually receded. The only thing she was conscious of was Jax’s weight and warmth next to her, his breath in her ear, and of sinking into the bed. And then that receded too.

  Nikki woke with a start. They’d drifted back to sleep and she had no idea what time it was. Scrambling upright, she threw back the sheet. The clock on the bedside table said well past noon.

  “Shit.” She swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Fuck.”


  Jax sat up as she fumbled around on the floor for her clothes.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m late for Ryan’s and I need to go home and change.” She was on her hands and knees, searching for her shoe beneath Jax’s bed. She sat up as he leaned over the edge.

  “I’ll call you a cab.” He disappeared from her view as she dived back under the bed.

  “Why the hell don’t you have a car?” She got up from the floor and sat on the edge of the bed, fastening her bra and pulling her shirt over her head.

  “Never had a need for one, I guess. I just walk where I need to go.” He had his cell phone open and spoke briefly. She heard him say the address and then he flipped the phone shut.

  “You walk everywhere?” She stood and shimmied her hips, tugging up her skirt.

  “Yeah, pretty much.” Jax pulled on a faded pair of sweatpants, coming to stand barefoot in front of her.

  “You want something to eat, to take along in the cab? Bagel, coffee?”

  She scowled as she pulled up the zipper on her skirt. “Either…both. Coffee first. Is there time for coffee?”

  “There’s always time for coffee.” Jax was already out the door and down the hall and she followed, hopping on one foot as she put on her other shoe.

  Chapter Two

  Jax had sent Nikki off in the cab, with a cup of coffee and a toasted bagel. He chided himself for falling asleep, knowing she had a job to go to. But they’d been awake until the early hours and Nikki must have been exhausted, after her emotional roller coaster the night before. If she was late, maybe Ryan would fire her and she wouldn’t be working in that seedy little shop. Shaking his head at the errant thought, he poured himself a cup of coffee. She needed the job and as much as he wanted her with him, he didn’t think she was ready to commit to living with him.