Alpha Call

by BA Tortuga

  “Watch it.” She nipped his shoulder, then rolled away, taking the sheet with her to snuggle her pup. He needed to know she was still in charge of her.

  Brett just chuckled, damn his eyes, and kissed the back of her neck. “Waffles?”

  “Oh god. Please. Yes. Is there bacon?”

  “I always have bacon.” He laughed, nipping at her shoulder before rolling off the bed.

  Damn, look at that man’s ass. She licked her lips. It was hard, tight and round, the kind of ass that only came from sports like soccer or tennis. Stair-climbing. Something.

  He turned around, grinned. “Like it?”

  “Uh-huh.” Why lie?

  “Good.” He shook it for her a little before bending to pull on some soft pants, which was an even more pornalicious view. Hello male objectification and hallelujah for it.

  She kept the sheet wrapped around her when she stood up and he looked, then grinned and passed her a long, soft flannel shirt.

  “Thank you.” Her nipples were hard as rocks.

  “It’s a much better view than the sheet.”

  She wrinkled her nose at him. “They’re very manly sheets.”

  “It’s a very manly shirt, but your boobs looks great in it.”

  “Boobs?” She fought her grin.

  “Yeah.” His answering grin made her a little weak in the knees. “You know, those pretty, bouncy things you have that I don’t.”

  “Perv.” She closed the shirt over her top, her nipples aching.

  “Oh, you have no idea. Come on.” He held out a hand, then led her to the bathroom when she took it. She remembered where that was and what they’d done there. The memory didn’t help her nipple situation at all.

  He handed her a brush, a new toothbrush, then leaned on the bathroom wall, watching her. “What?”

  “What, what? I want to watch you brush your hair.”

  “Oh.” Okay, now why did that make her goosepimply? She picked up the brush and started working it through her hair, easing out the tangles.

  “Hey, at least I didn’t offer to shave your legs. I figure that’s at least the third sleepover.”

  “Like I’d let you.” Oh, fuck. That was hot.

  “Hmm.” His eyes glittered, hot as flame. “I’d let you shave me.”

  Sure he would. Maybe trim that lumberjack look some.

  “I could do that.” Her pussy ached for him and she pulled a little too hard on the brush, tugging her hair and making her wince.

  “Hey, now.” He straightened up from the wall, coming up behind her and taking the brush. “No hurting.”

  The feeling of the brush moving through her hair under his hand made her eyes cross. A soft sound started bubbling inside her, her entire body flushed with a sweet arousal.

  “Much better.” His voice went deep, growly, a tone she was already coming to recognize as need.

  “Yeah.” She turned to him, nuzzled his jaw. One more time couldn’t hurt, right?

  “Mmm.” He lifted her, hand under her butt, but he didn’t take her back to the bedroom. He pressed her right against the cool tile of the bathroom wall.

  The tiny shock made her chuckle, gasp and arch into him. It was a rare man who was strong enough for her. He laughed with her, bending to lick a spot on her neck that made her grunt. Oh crap. Had he left a mark?

  “You better not leave hickeys.” With her uniform, it would show.

  “No hickeys. I just love it when you’re sensitive.”

  She could live with that, she guessed.

  She explored his shoulders, his throat, loving the way he felt warm, solid. Strong. His neck was corded with muscle, his pulse getting faster with each press of her lips to his skin.

  “Make me a little stupid, Brett. I swear.”

  “Good on me.” He was a little smug for her taste, but with his cock against her lower belly, it was hard to care.

  She reached down, shoved his pants out of the way and cupped his cock, rolling his balls. He went up on his tiptoes, pressing her against the wall.

  Oh, someone liked that.

  She did it again, fingernails scraping. He grunted, lifting her so she had to let go. Then he pulled her down on his cock, sliding deep inside her.

  His hands slid up along her back, brushing her scars again, and she shook her head. She braced herself on the bathroom wall, pushed his hands down. Wendy half expected him to protest or to tell her she was beautiful just as she was. Instead, he just kissed her, his tongue pressing into her mouth.

  His shirt brushed her nipples, the material so soft. It was erotic as hell, being half dressed when Brett was mostly naked.

  “So pretty. I want the rest.” He plucked at the shirt.

  “Are you a breast man?” She let the neckline slide over her shoulders.

  “I want all of you, baby.” He yanked and the shirt split at the buttons.

  “That’s your shirt…” He lifted again and she slipped off his cock, her nipple popping into his hungry mouth.

  “Mmmhmm.” Brett sure didn’t seem to care about the shirt. And he was definitely a breast man.

  He wrapped his lips around her, the suction steady and strong, tongue playing with the tip of her nipple and making her eyes cross. His mouth— God, it was just so good. He knew what he was doing, just as if he knew what she needed, what she craved.

  He backed her up, slowly moving toward the shower, mouth still on her. The show of strength was amazing and wild and sort of crazy but so casual that she couldn’t growl. It was just what he did, obviously. Be strong. Alpha. Male.

  His teeth closed on her skin enough to sting.

  “Fuck, yes.” She arched, her nails digging in hard. “Goddamn it.”

  Breaking free for a moment, he grinned at her. “You were losing focus.” Then he very deliberately bit again.

  “Fucker.” That was the most erotic touch, ever.

  “Love that.” His breath buzzed against her skin.

  “Love what?” She arched, wanting more of his mouth, of his hunger.

  “That fight you have in you.”

  “Oh.” Oh God. She stared at Brett, her heart beating hard, her body aching.

  He shifted, holding her up with one arm, his other hand coming up so he could stroke her cheek. “I’d never hurt you, baby. Never.”

  “I know. I know.” That was why she couldn’t stay here.

  Brett was hard to deny.

  “Good.” His kisses took her by storm.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, diving into the kisses, needing him so badly. She was so intent, she missed him stepping into the shower until the warm water fell around her.

  She hummed. How had she missed him moving? His mouth was just addictive, right? It could take her away from everything else.

  He propped her against the back of the shower, encouraged her to stand. “Brett?”

  “Uh-huh?” He started to kneel in front of her, lips sliding down her belly. Every touch felt as if a tiny flame was licking at her skin, little cherry bombs of pleasure.

  Her words dried up, eyes rolling. Oh damn. He licked at her navel, the unexpected touch making her shiver. He was going to—oh yes, he was. His mouth found her center, his tongue pressing against her.

  He growled, the sound hungry, and his hands wrapped around her hips, tilting her so he could taste more. Relentless. That was what he was. He didn’t let up for a second.

  His tongue flicked her clit, sending a wild jolt up along her spine and her head fell back as she groaned.

  “Mmmhmm.” His fingers dug into her hips and the water from the shower poured down over them.

  Brett’s lips tugged on her, electricity shooting along her spine, and she spread, propped one foot on the little built-in chair. She never once worried that she might slip; he was solid as a rock.

  Brett seemed to appreciate it too, growling happily against her, fingers spreading her. She rocked back and forth, the pleasure making her muscles shiver. His fingers pushed inside her, stretched
her, reminding her how he’d taken her, filled her.

  God, she hoped he did it again. Soon.

  His tongue started moving faster, those fingers working in tandem to assure that her mind was totally blown. It was so much sensation, moving from deep in her belly, up through her chest until she thought her head would explode.

  “Brett. Brett, please.” Don’t stop. She was going to just lose it.

  A low, rough sound was her only answer. That and the fact that he moved faster, pushed deeper.

  She reached down, fingers tangling in his hair and tugging. Hard.

  He pulled away, staring up at her. “What?”

  She groaned, heart racing. “It’s big.”

  Almost too big. Overwhelming. She didn’t know if she wanted it to stop or not.

  “It’s perfect. You’re fucking amazing.” Brett bent back to her skin, slipping his fingers deep inside her.

  Wendy cried out, her orgasm rocking her, jostling her bones as pleasure flooded her.

  “Fuck, yes.” Surging up, Brett pushed against her.

  She had baby head, her neck feeling loose as a limp noodle, her entire body still tingling as he pushed inside her again. All she could do was hold on and enjoy the wild ride. Brett was open mouthed, eyes near-glowing as he stared her down.

  The urge to growl was there, but she couldn’t follow through on it. She felt too damn good and he was so effortlessly alpha. Instead, she drove herself down, taking his cock to the root and making him yelp with pleasure.

  His body bucked for her, his muscles clenching. There were lots of muscles. Christ, he was a stud.

  Her stud. The thought was unwelcome and she leaned forward, teeth sinking into Brett’s shoulder.

  “Fuck!” Now it was his turn to curse and writhe. It was a good look for him.

  She drove herself down on him, giving them both all the pleasure she could. Giving them something to remember. Because she would want to remember this for as long as she could. Unlike her ex.

  Oh, no thinking about him.

  None.

  No way.

  There was only Brett’s skin and the hot water, which seemed in endless supply. Brett chuckled as if he’d heard her, then he pushed deeper, the motion giving her some friction to her clit, reminding her that multiple orgasms were good.

  “That’s it, baby. I want you with me. I want you to be with me every step of the way here.”

  Her cheeks heated and she moaned, nodded, riding harder. Yes. She needed to be right there, feeling him, memorizing him. There wouldn’t be a next time.

  There couldn’t be.

  She was already in enough trouble.

  “Damn it, woman, look at me.” Brett nudged her chin up, staring into her eyes.

  She could feel him—inside, outside, everywhere. Changing her. He rocked her, her back thudding against the shower wall, her thigh muscles starting to sing.

  “Mate.” He growled the word and she cried out, shaking her head.

  “Don’t say that.”

  “Look at me.” He didn’t force it physically but the words left her no choice. She stared at him and he wouldn’t let her look away. “Mate.”

  “Don’t…” She moaned, fighting the urge to nod, to agree. He was it. The right one.

  No fair.

  “God.” His jaw clenched hard and he started moving fast, his cock sliding inside her, his belly and chest as if stone against her.

  “Yes…” She arched, the pressure of her own need making her honest. “Mate. Now.”

  “Fuck!” His whole body jerked, his hips rocking up so hard she bounced.

  She came hard, her body shaking as wave after wave of her orgasm hit her. She could feel him come inside her, right there with her all the way.

  “Stay.” Brett held her, hummed. “I’ll cook for you.”

  She wanted to shake her head, but she found herself nodding. “As long as you feed my dog.”

  “He’ll get anything he needs.”

  Weirdly enough, Brett’s words sounded like a promise.

  Chapter Nine

  “No, way, lady.” Brett clenched his hands into fists to keep from grabbing Wendy by the damn hair. That would make him little better than her ex. “You are not going back there.”

  She’d gotten up from their—he’d lost count—last round and wanted to go police her fucking house for clues.

  “I am. You can’t stop me. Just quit it.” She turned and grabbed one of his sweatshirts, those scars screaming at him.

  “No.” He did grab her, but not by the hair. Just by the shoulders. “You’re mine to protect now, baby.”

  “I have to protect myself. You protect your pack.” She smelled like home and he wanted to shake her.

  “I keep telling you that you are my pack.” Did she think he would let her go?

  “I know. Stubborn ass.” She wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I can’t be pack, not until I fix this.”

  “Oh, baby.” God, he loved her. Ever when she made him crazy. He kissed her nose. “We solve this together.” That was what pack did. Shit, he had the whole male population of his pack looking for this guy.

  When the fucker was flushed out, Brett was going to tear the bastard’s throat out and let his woman have the heart.

  He wasn’t sure who the hell had been her pack alpha before, but shit, he hadn’t done right by Wendy. It had nothing to do with sleeping with her, either.

  He’d protect any of his pack to the death. Any one of them.

  Wendy sighed, kissed him and the kiss tasted of goodbyes.

  Brett held on as long as he could, but she slipped away. She needed to feel independent, but he had to make sure he watched over her too.

  She pulled on her clothes, tied her hair up and strapped on her gun. Mongo followed her, whining softly, tugging at her shirttails.

  “I know, buddy. Stay here with Brett.” Mongo growled, head shaking, and she sighed. “Stop it.”

  “I’ll look after him.” Brett stepped up to put a hand on Mongo’s head.

  The pup looked at him, surprised.

  Wendy chuckled softly, the sound wry. “I have to get out of here. You make me stupid.”

  “I don’t want you stupid, baby. Just safe and with me.” Hell, who was he kidding? He just wanted her.

  “I don’t want him to hurt you. He’s strong, fast.” Her lips tightened. “Vicious.”

  “I’m pretty strong. Fast.” He could be brutal, but she didn’t need to hear that.

  “I thought I was too.”

  “You are.” Males were always bigger and stronger. It sucked for her, but that was the way of the wolf. The guy was a fucking coward, though, which gave Brett the advantage.

  “At least this time, I have a weapon.” She went to him, as if she couldn’t help herself, and he got it. He wanted to hold her, to wrap around her and explore every inch of her body and then start over.

  His arms wrapped around her, his chin resting on her head. “You have a lot more than that.”

  “I…”

  Her words were broken off by a sharp bang, the downstairs door crashing open. “Brett! We need you! That fucker took Shaw down and he’s got their woman! Jordan’s lost his shit!”

  Wendy yanked away from him, eyes pure wolf. “Steph? Oh, fuck.”

  Brett snarled, instinctively putting Wendy behind him as he went to the top of the stairs. “How long?”

  “We heard Jordan screaming ‘bout half an hour ago.” Sam came in, carrying Shaw, who was out, pale. Jerome followed, dragging Jordan along, the man fighting hard, torn up, caught in between man and wolf.

  “Goddamn it.” He flipped a glance over his shoulder at Wendy. “Get me some clothes.”

  There was nobody there. Nothing but a pile of clothes and a shoulder holster.

  No. No fucking way.

  He growled, teeth baring. “Where the fuck did she go?”

  Jordan snarled, foaming. “They took her!”

  “No. Wendy. She was right behind me. Goddamn i
t. Sam. I need you on her scent. Jordan, tell me everything.”

  “I was patrolling. I came back and Shaw was out, bleeding, and she was gone!” Jordan looked at him, panicked. “Brett, help me!”

  “We’ll get her back and we’ll kill this son of a bitch.” He went to Jordan, touching the man’s shoulder, knowing it would help ground him. He was the alpha. He protected the pack.

  “Yes. Yes. For Steph and Shaw.” Jordan took a deep breath, focusing, blinking at him. “What do we do?”

  “We’ll get someone on both scent trails. Sam is good, but not as good as Kerry or Liam. One following Steph, one Wendy. We start patrolling the city in twos. I want full-on grids. He doesn’t know this place as well as we do. He should stick out like a fucking sore thumb.”

  Jordan nodded. “Someone needs to stay with Shaw. I’m going after Steph’s trail. She’ll be panicked.”

  “You’re not going alone.” Every instinct was telling him to find his mate, but he knew it was all connected.

  “No. No, because this time, we show him all together why you don’t mess with our pack.”

  “Hell, yes.” That summed the whole damn thing up. It was time to mobilize and get rid of the threat.

  Then he would hunt down his mate and love her into a puddle just to keep from spanking her ass.

  Stubborn woman.

  Stubborn, amazing woman.

  He just hoped he caught up to her in time.

  Chapter Ten

  Wendy followed Jack’s scent, nose to the ground as she ran. Motherfucker. She’d found the truck, following the road from the mountain for hours.

  She’d been sore, limping, when she came onto the Ford, but all it took was a whiff of Steph’s scent—newly wolfen, scared, with the coppery hint of blood, for her energy to surge to the fore.

  Bastard.

  She was going to rip his throat out.

  Wendy was so damn mad, but that was good. It overtook the fear, made it possible for her to keep going. He was in human form still, which scared her.

  Stephanie could take any human when she was in wolf form, right? So, how could Jack have taken her? Christ, what had he done to her?

  Wendy put on speed, her head down, paws slamming into the dirt. She had to keep Jack from hurting Steph. Had to. That would redeem her for putting up with his shit all that time. The smell got stronger as she ate up the distance between them.