Alpha Song

by Nika Lucas

  I shift back to a human, pinning him to the floor.

  Caleb doesn’t. His pain and anger are too apparent, too raw.

  The man sees it too. He knows he’s lost control of Caleb.

  I place a hand on Caleb’s haunch. “Easy,” I say, “It’s over.”

  I begin to think that I can’t get through to him, but then his jaw loosens, and he lets the man go. The bite is deep and messy, as is the one on his shoulder. There is blood all about Caleb’s muzzle, as I’m sure there is around my own as well.

  “Leave,” I say, “And never come back. If he has even a nightmare about you, I’ll hunt you down and kill you.”

  He gets up with a wince and goes to the doorway.

  He looks back once, at Caleb, as though pleading for the omega to go with him.

  How insane is this man to think that he would ever consider going with him?

  Caleb shifts back to a man and takes my hand.

  As the other alpha continues to linger, I snarl again. I delight in his fear as he finally gets the hint. He won’t face two shifters. He turns and heads down the hall, not uttering another word.

  I kick the door shut behind him.

  Caleb and I stare at one another, fully nude, every scar of his there for me to see. His eyes sparkle with barely held back tears.

  “Trey,” he says, “Thank you…”

  I seize him, my omega, and kiss him. I kiss him with all the pent-up passion within me, choking off his words. I pull his body against mine, both of our desires apparent, pressing against the other.

  I can’t stop kissing him, I won’t. I will never let him out of my sight again.

  The scent of the other fades from my nostrils until all that remains is only the sweet and pure honey scent of my omega.

  I only break the kiss when he pushes me, gently, away.

  “You did it,” Caleb says, “I don’t feel his hold over me anymore. It’s like a curse has been lifted.”

  I grab his chin again and chase his mouth with my own. Right now, there’s no other place I want to be.

  CHAPTER 16 – CALEB

  Trey kisses me like he can’t get enough of me, as though he’s been starving his entire life and only now has found the sustenance he needs. I know the feeling well. I just never believed I would get to experience it.

  This fulfillment of passion, of need, it overwhelms me as I wrestle his tongue with my own, this alpha who saved me, and I burn for him like I’ve never felt for anyone. My body aches for his touch, even with our naked chests pressed against each other.

  I can’t touch him enough; his hands cannot be everywhere at once like I want them to be.

  There is only one cure for my need.

  “Trey,” I whimper, once more breaking from the kiss, “I need you.”

  To make my point, I reach down and grip his large and rock-hard cock, eliciting a moan from between his lips.

  My omega juices run down my legs. My need for him is undeniable. I will give myself to him willingly.

  His hand is gentle upon my cheek. Though I can see the lust in his eyes, though I know my heat triggers his rut and neither of us can resist the other, he still asks, “Are you sure? Am I what you want? Am I who you want?”

  “Yes, my alpha, fuck yes, a thousand times, yes and yes.”

  And then our faces press against each other again, as though we are incapable of going two seconds without our tongues touching, and we stumble through my apartment, crashing into the couch, banging my shin against the coffee table, before the two of us collapse on the couch. His cock leaves a trail of precum across my leg, it drips on my thigh. My ass quivers and twitches, eager for his powerful dick to stretch me open and penetrate deep into my womb.

  “Fuck me,” I say, “Make me yours. Take me.”

  “You fucking beautiful wolf.”

  He grabs me almost roughly and flips me over, his strength fueled by his desire. I raise my ass to him and let out a whimper.

  He’s taking too long. My body aches for him. This need cannot be quieted until he takes me and makes me his.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he says, and before I can tell him to take me again, he spreads my cheeks and plants his face between them.

  I scream in pleasure as his tongue rims my hole, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my being. I cannot articulate words, and just when I think it’s too much, that it’s more than I can stand, he reaches under me and grabs my cock with a grip like a vice, stroking me.

  Now it’s too much.

  “Fuuuuuuck!” I scream, as he strokes and licks me to climax. I shoot cum across my couch, and I don’t give a damn about whether it stains or not. This does not even dampen my heat. Nothing will, except for that massive alpha cock of his.

  When he pulls away from my ass, I whimper. I’ve never been so horny, never so controlled by my need. I’ve gone into heat before, but I’ve never felt a connection like this. As he places his cock between my ass cheeks, as he presses that big and round bulbous cock head against my hole, I whimper, thrusting backward, as though I can drive him into me. I need this, the connection. I will never feel whole until we are joined.

  His cock pushes against my tight ass. The dull ache of need nearly overwhelms me, and my slick gives him almost no resistance whatsoever. I feel my ass stretch, pleasure and pain at the same time, but all heaven. He goes in an inch or two, slides back out, and then thrusts in deeper. He lowers his body across my back, skin on skin, wrapping his arms about me, as my ass takes all of him, every inch, deep enough to reach the core where my inner fire burns for him, where I know only pleasure, and each thrust makes me see stars until the world fades away, leaving only the two of us.

  His cock lunges and thrusts into my womb while he grunts with his desire for me. For the first time in my life, I feel complete, something I’ve never believed I could be until Trey entered my life. We are joined, ours bodies sliding against each other with our sweat. His cock begins to swell within me, the tell-tale sensation of Trey’s cock about to knot.

  “Yes,” I moan, “Yes, fuck me, harder, fuck, oh fuck.”

  He does not even attempt to pull out, not this time. We are past that. We both know there’s something more to us now, what some might call fated mates, if you believe in such things. At the moment, I do. I would search for this man my entire life, if I’d known he was out there.

  “You’re mine,” he grunts, “Forever.”

  “Yes.”

  “And I’m going to put our baby in you.”

  “Yes!”

  His cock swells and knots us together, linking us, making us one, and making me whole, bonding us. As he climaxes, filling me with his seed, filling my womb, he sinks his teeth into my shoulder, and I know that he is marking me, to let the world know that I am his, now and forever more. It is the final touch, it pushes me over the edge and I climax, again, cumming with him, our bodies shuddering against each other, my cum squirting beneath me, between the couch and my stomach.

  The pain of his bite is intense. It is nothing. I’m no stranger to pain, but the exception is, this time, I want to be marked. I will always carry the scars from my time with Andrew, but despite my damage, I found Trey anyway. He accepted me and he’s willing to make me his.

  Even though I’m broken.

  Even though I thought I could never be loved.

  We are joined, his big cock locked in my ass with his knot. We turn to lie side by side, spooning. His hands stroke my body, tickling and tingling my flesh.

  “I want to stay here forever,” I say, “Like this.”

  He kisses my shoulder, my neck, tenderly. The ache on my shoulder is a light throb.

  “I’ll never leave you,” he replies, and I hear the honesty in his voice, his commitment.

  “You can’t,” I say, and then chuckle. “You’re locked in my ass.”

  “Just where I want to be,” he says, and then grunting, grinds his hips against my ass, sending another wave of post-coital pleasur
e through my core.

  I don’t say anything, but I know there’s a very real chance he’s just put a baby in my belly. I’m not on the pill. I was in heat. No protection.

  If this isn’t real, if it doesn’t last, I will have his baby anyway.

  I push any doubt out of my mind. I push away the worry. I have him right now. For the moment, my life is perfect.

  CHAPTER 17 – TREY

  I don’t know how long my knot lasts, maybe half an hour, as though my body can’t accept letting Caleb go. The salty taste of his sweat is delicious as I nibble on his neck. Before my knot relaxes, his breathing changes, and he dozes within my embrace. I don’t. I want to hang onto this moment as long as I can.

  This is so different than what I wanted for my music. Where I’ve wanted heartbreak, or to write only about the moment, I now can see so many other options opening up.

  But will it last?

  Am I incapable of love? I’ve never been able to commit. I’ve told him that he’s mine now, forever. I meant what I said, but will it last? Am I even capable of loving someone forever?

  Am I the one who is broken?

  He is so vulnerable, and his scars are so terrible. I don’t think Caleb even knows what it’s like to be loved, until maybe now. He’s used to being used. I wonder if this is the first time he’s ever had an almost normal relationship?

  Am I even capable of being in a normal relationship myself?

  I have no idea what the future holds for us. As my knot finally relaxes and my cock slips from him, I too join him in sleep.

  * * *

  I wake up in a strange place, but with the all-new familiarity of the man in my arms. I take a deep breath of his scent, drowning my senses in him. Caleb stirs as I carefully try to raise myself up. I don’t want to disturb him. Through the partially open curtains I can see that it’s still dark outside, though the morning sun has begun to light the sky.

  I somehow manage to slip away without waking him. I stretch until my bones pop and stumble to his kitchen to make coffee.

  I think I’m quiet, but he’s quieter. Surrounded by the scent of his surroundings, I don’t even smell him. Caleb sneaks up behind me and wraps his arms about my hips, pressing his lips against my spine between my shoulder blades. His dick twitches against my ass as the press of our nude bodies stirs him back to life.

  “You are so fucking sexy,” he says.

  I spin in his arms and embrace him. The feel of our cocks pressed together turns me on, making me hard for him. Again.

  I kiss him, and I think to myself, I could get used to waking up like this.

  If it lasts.

  “Want to spend the day together?” he asks.

  “I would like that. I have a show tonight though. I’ll have to get my gear a little later. Until then?”

  I leave the thought hanging.

  Caleb reaches between us and grabs both of our dicks with his hands, and slowly strokes both of us at the same time, skins pressed together. We’re already dripping precum, ready for another round. The juices run together over his fingers.

  He brings his hand to his lips and sucks the juices off.

  “Want to join me in the shower?” he asks.

  I grin at the thought. “There room for two in there?”

  “We’ll have to press close together.”

  He turns and saunters toward the bathroom, and I stare at his ass.

  That belongs to me now. He belongs to me.

  The thought stuns me. Mine.

  I follow, my dick leading the way as I think what I want to do to that ass.

  What I’m going to do to that ass.

  As I chase after him, I can’t help but feel just a little scared, knowing there’s a good chance that I’ve put a baby in him. I try to block it out of my mind. I climb into the shower behind him, giving him a playful slap on the butt.

  I put on a show, deceiving both of us. If we have a baby together, then this is so much more than just a commitment.

  It’s a family.

  And there will be no one else.

  I followed my heart. It’s so much more than just sex. Despite my doubts, when I kiss the back of his neck and elicit from him a moan, I feel complete.

  He is my fated mate.

  CHAPTER 18 – CALEB

  Lunar’s is packed. Is Trey aware that he’s drawing this big of a crowd? He talks like he’s struggling, like he’s having trouble finding his fan base.

  Trey has no fucking clue.

  He isn’t on for another thirty minutes or so, and the jukebox blares eighties heavy metal hairbands.

  I push my way through the bodies, heading for the far side of the bar, heading to the table where Mack and Ben are hanging out. Apparently we have a table now, though the other two of our pack, Jenna and Frank, are nowhere to be seen.

  They had said something about doing their own thing tonight. I guess that’s what they’re doing.

  As I grab a chair, Ben reaches out and grabs my hand. “Cal, buddy, you made it! See, Mack? My wingman has my back.”

  “Yeah,” Mack grunts, “You’re fucking right.” He follows the grunt with an eye roll which makes me laugh.

  I sit down between the two of them where I can see the stage. People mill about, a few dance to the music, but most are working on getting a buzz. The atmosphere is electric, as though the anticipation is nearly driving everyone insane. They are eager for my alpha, for my mate.

  I have to look down at the table to hide my grin.

  My mate.

  I like the sound of that.

  “You okay?” Mack asks.

  I look up to see the question directed at me.

  “Sure,” I reply, “Why?”

  He shrugs. “No reason. You just don’t look yourself. You look happy.”

  Ben leans in and puts his arm around me. I can smell the beers on his breath, and judging by his eyes, he’s had more than a few. “You do look happy. What’s going on?”

  Trey and I agreed to keep it our relationship a secret, though I’ll tell Mack at first opportunity. Trey has never wanted to belong to a pack, or so he says. He doesn’t want to answer to another, but he doesn’t want to be a pack alpha either.

  So instead I lie. “Things are looking up. That’s all.”

  Ben casts a look at Mack. I know what they’re thinking. They’re thinking about Andrew, but they won’t say his name around me. They’re curious, though. They don’t know if he’s out of my life or back in it.

  “Well, good for you,” Ben says, “Bout fucking time, right, wingman?”

  “Yes,” I reply, “It is about fucking time.”

  “Here,” Mack says, “First rounds on me, even though you’re late. Ben’s on round four, I think.”

  “Five,” Ben corrects, “And we’re starting over now that’s Cal’s here.”

  Before he can push a mug my way, I’m already holding up a hand. “No, I’m good. I’m not drinking tonight.”

  Ben scoffs. “Bullshit. No way you’re not drinking.”

  “Mack, help me out here.”

  Mack snarls at Ben. “Leave him alone. He says he ain’t drinking.”

  Ben narrows his eyes, but he’s too drunk to pick up any clues. Hell, even sober he’s still a little thick. Instead, he grabs my beer and raises it to his lips. “Okay, wingman, I’m doing this for you. But don’t think you don’t owe me.”

  “For drinking my beer?”

  He downs it, not stopping until it’s gone. He pulls back and lets out a mighty belch. “Exactly. You’re going to get me so drunk that Trey’s going to take advantage of me, a defenseless omega.”

  Oh, how it hurts not to tell them. What will Ben say when he learns that I’m sleeping with his crush?

  That I might be having Trey’s baby?

  He’ll either be pissed or want to know all the details, starting with the size of Trey’s cock. He’ll want to know that detail even if he’s pissed.

  For so long, these two have watched over me, espe
cially Mack, ever since I got into a relationship with Andrew. They were never able to protect me, though. It had been my choice. I had loved him

  No, not love. that’s not the right word. You can’t fall in love with an asshole, not truly, and the two of us had no future, either – not one I could have survived. The lust had been there, though. And before Andrew had decided he owned me, things had actually been pretty good.

  I push the thought of my ex from my mind. He’s finally gone, thanks to Trey.

  Mack looks concerned for a second, as though he sees the shadow of the thought of Andrew pass over me. Once I remind myself that I’m in a good place now, the old fears slide away, albeit a little more slowly.

  While we wait for Trey to take the stage, the three of us make small talk – talk of work, of movies, when we’re going to hunt as a pack again – the little things we do as a pack.

  The stage is already set up. All Trey has to do is come out. The crowd is getting antsy, staring at their watches, and I find myself doing the same. Just a few more minutes.

  Then Jake, the manager of the bar steps up on the stage. “You guys ready for a good time tonight?”

  The crowd roars back with a cheer.

  “Well, we’ve brought back a local favorite. Give it up for Trey, our very own local legend.”

  The crowd roars as the man of my dreams steps onto the stage. He waves offhandedly as he picks up his guitar.

  The entire room is on their feet, including Ben, but not Mack and me. I’m content to watch, for the moment. I don’t want to distract him. Maybe I’ll dance in a bit. Not yet.

  Mack stares at me with his head cocked to the side as though I’ve become a mystery. And then he smiles, a big wolfish grin, and pats me on the back.

  “Good for you, Cal,” he says with a laugh, but then in all seriousness, adds, “You need me to have the talk with him?”

  “What?” I smirk, “You’re not my dad.”

  “True. But I’ve got your back. You know that, right?”

  I nod. He’s done his best to protect me after the abuse started with Andrew. I have no doubt he’d do the same for me with Trey.