Alpha Call

by BA Tortuga

  “I know. I’m so sorry.” She’d already apologized about a million times. What the hell else could she do?

  “Shit, honey. It’s not your fault. Is Stephanie okay? She was so scared last time I saw her.”

  “She’s…” Well, she sure as shit wasn’t scared anymore, not wrapped up in Shaw’s and Jordan’s arms and howling at the moon. “She’ll be fine.”

  “Oh good.” He scratched his arms with both hands. “Man, I quit smoking two years ago and I want a cigarette so bad.”

  “Yeah? I don’t.” She couldn’t bear the smell. “They give you weird drugs at the hospital?”

  “Huh? They gave me, uh, rabies, tetanus. That kind of stuff. The anti-stuff, I mean.”

  She frowned. Mike was losing it. He was an EMT. He usually had medical jargon out his wazoo.

  She reached out to touch his cheek and a low growl sounded, making her spin around, hand at her waist, reaching for her sidearm.

  “How’s he doing?”

  Jesus, it was Brett, the big alpha asshat. Right there as if he had a right to be.

  “Wendy, who is this?” Was Mike growling? Christ, this was bad.

  “A…” Shit. “He’s in law enforcement.”

  Sort of.

  “Sorry.” Brett didn’t look sorry at all. “I knocked out front, but you didn’t hear me.”

  “Hey.” Mike stood, hand out to Brett. “How’s it going, man?”

  “Good. I’m Brett.” Brett shook hands with Mike and the two men stared at each other. Damn it all if Mike didn’t look away first. Men and their pissing matches.

  Assholes.

  She reached for Mike’s wrist, glaring at Brett as he rumbled. “Come on, man. Sit. You look rough.”

  “Thanks.” Mike blinked, staggering back to his chair. “Man, I am so hungry and nothing I eat tastes good.”

  Oh, fuck a doodle. “You said the doctors put you on weird antibiotics?”

  Have you tried steak?

  “Dude. They shot me full of all sorts of shit.”

  “Huh.” Brett grinned. Wolfishly. “Maybe you’re low on iron. Try some red meat.”

  “Yeah. Maybe.” He nodded to Brett as though that was the best suggestion ever. “You want to get some burgers, Wendy?”

  “I have shit to do, Mike. You want me to grab you one and bring it back?”

  “Sure. Sure, thanks.” He looked so out of it. Wendy was going to kill something. She was going to start with Brett if he didn’t quit chuckling.

  “Kayla said she’d bring something by, man.” Brett looked altogether too pleased with himself.

  Mike blinked over. “Huh?”

  “You know, Kayla from the hospital? That’s my sister. She’ll bring food.”

  Wendy arched an eyebrow. “Your sister? She a nurse?”

  Suddenly this pack was all over her town.

  “No, honey. She just visited Mike in the hospital for Steph. You know, as a favor.”

  “Ah.” Right. Because Steph was…one of them now. Wow. “Mike, I’m off. Have a good one.”

  She’d fucking moved to Boulder because it should have been big enough Lupines would avoid it. She guessed all that communing with nature and close access to the mountains made it attractive.

  “I’ll come with you,” Brett murmured, following her to her car.

  “He contracted it, didn’t he?” Not everyone did, right? Otherwise they’d be everywhere. Mike was a good guy; he deserved better.

  The thought made her steps stutter a little, made her sad.

  “Looks that way it, yeah. Kayla says he was tore up enough for a few of us to have gone after him. You have to tell me about this guy, honey.” Brett grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. “I need to know where he’s likely to hole up, what his weaknesses are.”

  Lightning shot up her arm. “Hands off.”

  Her nipples went rock hard. That seemed to be a thing when he touched her. It made her crazy, and not all in a bad way.

  Brett didn’t let go.

  “I have somewhere to be.” She needed a box of Oreos and a cheeseburger.

  “I can go with you. We can talk.” He squeezed her arm when he said talk, which was a funny euphemism for what he clearly wanted to be doing.

  “We can’t.” She’d embarrass herself by humping him like a naughty puppy.

  He pulled her closer, his body pressing against hers. “We can. Oh, we sure can.”

  Hard and solid, he made her mouth water. Maybe she should take him, fuck him through the floor and watch him run. She stretched, her body sliding over pure heat, and her clit throbbed, demanding attention, touch. “My place. Now.”

  “I’ll follow you.” He growled it against her mouth before taking a hard kiss, then turning to go to his truck.

  She sat in her car for half a second, listening to her heart pounding in her chest. What the fuck was she doing?

  Her pussy throbbed, her toes curling.

  Right.

  Hot, wild sex. Scare the big male off. Go have a burger and a beer.

  That sounded like a plan. She wasn’t sure she wanted to admit how good a plan it was or wasn’t.

  She headed for her place, the skinny three-story lease looking a little dingy in the sunlight. Mongo was at the front gate, the gigantic German shepherd panting and wagging, whining for her.

  Brett was right behind her, making noises at Mongo, who just rolled to his back, feet kicking.

  “Don’t seduce my dog.” She growled softly at her beautiful baby boy, who wagged happily.

  “What? He’s a good boy. Next time I’ll bring him treats.” The man pushed right into her yard, closing the gate behind them. Asshat.

  Mongo followed them in and she made sure he had treats, kibbles. “You want a beer?”

  “No.” He moved in close, his hands landing on her hips.

  “Good.” She lifted her head. It was something, looking to kiss someone taller than her, so much broader.

  He smiled, but there was no mockery in it. Then he bent down and took her mouth and it was as if the whole fucking world stood still. Brett spread her lips, tongue fucking her, one huge hand in her hair. She grabbed his shoulders and kissed the hot bastard right back, the electricity between them fierce. He was big, solid and they were standing in her kitchen, so hot already that they might go up in flames.

  He picked her up as if she weighed next to nothing. “Point me to your bedroom, honey. We’re doing this right.”

  “Third floor.” No way he was carrying her up two flights of stairs.

  He didn’t even break a sweat. Rotten jerk wasn’t even breathing hard when he hit the third floor landing.

  “That’s insane. Hot as hell, but insane.” Her bed wasn’t made, her vibrator on the nightstand. Even worse, there was her copy of “Steel Magnolias” right there, open, next to a box of Kleenex.

  Kindly, he ignored it all. “What’s that, honey?” He tossed her on the bed so easily that she bounced.

  “You.” She put her pistol in the drawer, slid her toy in alongside and toed off her boots.

  “Oh, you haven’t seen crazy yet.” He stripped off his shirt and started working on his jeans.

  Fuzzy, broad, thick—the man’s chest was abnormally wonderful. Made her a little stupid, honestly. His belly was ridged with muscle, his thighs heavy and a little hairy. In between, well, shit. She might have run if she’d seen a cock like that a few years back.

  Wendy tugged her t-shirt up and off, her hair coming out of its band as she reached down to unbuckle her belt.

  “Let me.” He was on her in a flash, his big hands making short work of her pants and her undies. His hands found her breasts and weighed them, his deep growl making her bite her bottom lip.

  “Sweet. You’ve got such pretty skin, honey.” Brett dipped down to kiss the tops of her breasts, his beard rasping at her.

  “No one calls me pretty.” She rocked up on her toes, arching into the touch.

  “Then they’re idiots.” He sucked one ni
pple into her mouth, pushing it back and forth with his tongue.

  “Oh.” Her head fell back, that sudden ache sending heat shooting down to her clit.

  “Mmmhmm.” He sucked hard for a few moments then switched to her other nipple, his hand on her belly, working down, teasing the top of her curls. He tugged—not enough to hurt, too hard to ignore, and that sting made her whine softly. Brett rewarded her by sliding a finger between her folds and finding her clit, rubbing it in gentle circles.

  Wendy bent her leg, propped it up on the bed so she could spread.

  “Smell so good.” Brett’s mouth slid down her belly, his fingers moving, making her twist and moan.

  She was supposed to be jumping him, damn it, but that touch was hypnotic. Perfect, driving her steadily higher. Wendy wasn’t sure whether to press her legs together or use them for leverage, so she did both, squeezing his wrist.

  He chuffed softly, tongue drawing circles on her hips. “Needy.”

  “Asshole.” She hated that he was so confident. Okay, she didn’t, but she ought to.

  His laughter dissolved into a moan as his lips reached the top of her mound, fingers spreading her. He murmured something she couldn’t quite understand, then licked her as if she was an ice cream cone, tongue dragging up through her slit.

  Her toes curled and she almost screamed. God, that felt fucking amazing, even if his beard was scouring her inner thighs a little.

  Huge hands cupped her ass, thumbs pulling her wide as he growled, buried his face in her folds and started lapping at her, tongue pushing her clit. It was a little rough and a lot amazing and her legs went up over his shoulders, her heels digging into his back. His growl pushed into her, vibrated her clit, and Wendy barked, fingers dragging on the sheets. She could swear he chuckled, then his fingers pushed inside her, giving her that pressure her body craved.

  It was as if the bastard could read her mind, knew exactly what she needed.

  She bore down, riding hard, rocking between hard fingers and that wicked tongue. He didn’t let her down, wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t go any damn faster, either.

  “Fuck…” She groaned, fingers tangling in his thick hair. “Driving me out of my mind.”

  A puff of air against her was probably a chuckle, but he was licking, sucking at her clit, fucking her with his fingers; she didn’t care if he laughed. Not one bit.

  Her belly went tight, her shoulders lifting off the mattress as the tension built inside her. She felt as if she was vibrating, his shoulders spreading her thighs, his hair springy and warm around her fingers.

  She was so ready to come. “Please. Please, Brett.”

  He growled and sped up, the suction around her nerves fierce enough to shove her over the edge.

  Her orgasm washed over her as if a crashing wave, which was a cliché, but that was what it felt like. As if he’d completely overwhelmed all her nerves.

  He kept lapping gently, easing her down, her thighs shaking violently.

  “Sweet lady.” He kissed her thighs, one after the other.

  “Damn.” She’d argue, but damn.

  “Yeah. Yeah, it’s good.” He slid up her body, taking a kiss that made her ears ring.

  It was her turn, now. Wendy dragged her nails down Brett’s belly, heading for that thick, fat cock.

  He arched right up into her touch, his prick slapping her palm. He let out a growl, panting, really going for it. She rolled her palm over the tip of his cock, pushing him, sliding the hot drops of pre-come around. The fat head of his cock felt silky smooth, his skin so hot to the touch that she almost expected it to burn her.

  She pushed him over, straddling his thighs, getting both hands around that fine flesh.

  Brett lay back easily, smiling at her, all big bad. “You have good hands, honey.”

  “They are.” They were good at what they did—from shooting a pistol to driving to making a man scream.

  “More.” He arched up under her, demanding with his body, his legs moving restlessly.

  “I can do more.” She squeezed, working the tip hard on each upstroke.

  His belly sucked in, his hips rising and falling. He was strong, almost bucking her off. She loved his scent, pine and musk and flannel all mixed together. She kept working him, tensing her thighs to keep him put. He bucked up and she shoved back, rocking him into the mattress. Wendy didn’t care if he was an alpha. He wasn’t going to come until she wanted him to.

  Brett chuckled, reaching up to push his hands up under her breasts. “Pushy.”

  “You know it.” God, his hands were big. Hot.

  His thumbs rubbed her nipples, his calluses scraping her sensitized skin. “I like it.”

  “Good.” Her breasts were pushed out in front of her, caught by her arms. Right there in his face. He took advantage of it, rolling up to suck one nipple into his mouth.

  “Fuck!” Her head fell back between her shoulders, her hands moving faster. She was riding him almost as if they were fucking but that would be a bad idea. Letting him take her. Although his cock would feel so good, filling her up, driving into her. It was perfect between her hands, that prick, thick and hard, and she wanted him. She moved up a little, rubbing him against her belly.

  He growled in response, fingers pushing at her folds again, making her need it. He touched her, rubbing her clit, then slipping a finger inside her again. “Need you, lady.”

  “Yes.” She moaned, her instincts demanding that she move, push into his touch. “We shouldn’t.”

  “Fuck that. Come on.” He tugged her with his free hand, pulling her up so she was above his cock, his finger sliding out of her.

  She sank down, the movement easy, pure instinct and they both barked out their pleasure.

  His hips rose and fell, his prick driving up into her. Brett moaned, his other hand joining the first on her hips. Her hands landed on his chest, fingers clenching in the heavy curls. “Yes.”

  Also more. And harder.

  “Fuck.” The single word made her squeeze down around him, made her bounce. It was hot how he was sort of reduced to growls.

  She braced herself, lips parted as she moved. She could feel every inch of his cock, rubbing against her walls, filling her up.

  “Kiss me, honey. Need to taste you again. Now.” He pulled her down, which pushed him into her at a whole new angle.

  The wild cry tore from her and she smashed their lips together. Oh God. Please. Right there. Don’t stop.

  He didn’t. In fact, she thought he might never stop. They might just be caught in some sort of endless loop of pleasure. His hand cupped her head and they rolled without breaking the kiss, his body covering hers totally, his cock buried into her to the root. If he thought she was pushy, he was downright dominant, but that was what Wendy needed right now. She needed him to take her completely. Let her need. Make her come.

  Brett slammed into her, holding her down and giving her every inch of him. He kissed her until she was dizzy, until all she could see and feel and smell was him.

  She arched, grinding onto him, her clit aching with the friction, his rhythm maddening and perfect all at once. His chest hair rasped at her breasts, his hipbones ground into hers and she swore she could feel his balls slapping against her.

  “Please.” She twisted, heels digging into the mattress. “Please, Brett.”

  “Yeah.” He bent to her throat, his teeth scraping the skin there.

  One huge hand cupped her hip, tilted her just so, and all she could do was come, pleasure wild inside her.

  Brett growled, lips sealing on her skin so he could leave a mark. He jerked inside her, thrusting hard, filling her deep with wet heat.

  Oh.

  She could feel electricity snapping and popping inside her, her nervous system rejoicing. Wendy didn’t even mind Brett’s weight flopping down on her.

  His head pushed against her shoulder and he inhaled deep, growling for a long moment before he bit her, teeth sinking into her skin.

  “Hey!”r />
  He lifted his head, his eyes glowing a little. “What?”

  “No…no biting.” She shivered, her body starting to move again, slide on him. She didn’t let males bite. She wasn’t going to wear anyone’s mark again.

  Groaning, he nipped at her once more, far more gently this time but still so deliberately. “I have to.”

  * * * * *

  As if he wasn’t going to bite her. She was his. Brett knew that, deep down. Maybe as deep as he was buried in her, his cock not even softening. Her flavor was on his lips, her scent was in his nose. His lady.

  He’d found her.

  Now he was going to keep her. God. He had to start moving again. His hips started rocking and he stared down at her, memorizing her face.

  Her hair was wild, a gold mane circling her, and her lips were open, wet and swollen. It was the wolf in her eyes that he saw, though, glowing bronze, the rings around the irises a deep, dark green, the beast completely taking over the pale blue.

  She was the most irritating, maddening, sexy woman he’d ever seen. She was so wet, so soft inside, but she gripped him with her muscles, strong and firm.

  He loved it.

  Her nails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer.

  He pushed harder between her thighs, spreading them wide. She was so strong. So perfect.

  Brett hooked his arms under her, sitting up so she was riding him again, her ass slapping his thighs. She had the control this way, she could set the pace and he wanted to see what she would do.

  She braced herself, nails digging into his shoulders as she lifted herself up, slammed herself back down. Her strength was astonishing and he met it, loving how her body burned, slick and wet.

  Hell, she would make a perfect mate for an alpha. Someone who could help keep the pack in line, someone who could keep her ear to the ground thanks to her cop skills. Her body fit his, hand in glove, and her bite was just as hot as her bark.

  Her breasts bounced as she rode, her nipples dark, hard, dusky and he wanted one in his mouth, but his hands were busy and he couldn’t reach. So he contented himself with looking, with watching. He grunted, changing angles, letting her feel him slide even deeper.

  When her eyes went wide, he stayed right there, driving in, letting her have everything he could. That was what they both needed, what they wanted. This was rutting. Mating.