by Ashlee Price
“Pffft, you are full of it!”
“Yes, I am, thank you for noticing. But right now, I would rather that you were full of me.” His tone had lost its earlier bantering aspect and had become deadly serious. “I want to be inside you again. Our kind has a voracious appetite for sex. Just giving you a heads up.” His hands had worked their way under her clothing and latched onto her breasts, the nipples of which had gone stiff as the need built up in her once more.
“You want me, I can feel it, tell me!” One arm latched around her waist and pulled her closer as his lips found hers, teasing and tantalizing, while the other tugged and squeezed at a nipple.
“Tell me,” he whispered again, against her lips.
“Ah god help me, yes, yes I want you! I don’t know why but I do! All the time! This thing, this need, is in me and I cannot stop it! Why? What is happening to me?”
“Hush, baby girl, hush!” His lips were at her forehead. “I understand you have these questions, not being raised by your own kind and having to find this out as suddenly as you have. But your higher temperature and these feelings are what happens when you have found your mate. Your body is adjusting to what you are, and being with me, near me, is what has triggered it all. Your body knows what it is, even if your mind does not yet comprehend.”
“So, are you telling me that I am going to change into a bear? And it was you that ran in front of my car, causing me to have that accident!”
“Nope. You will change into that which your personality has the most affinity with. Me? I am bearish, protective and slow to anger. What you will be, I have no idea, although I have a sneaking suspicion. And yes, it was me that first night. Now come here, stop letting all of this be such a burden to you! Let me love you!”
“Here? Aren’t you cold?”
He pulled her closer as if to answer, but kissed her instead, his hands roving over her body once more, the heat of him infusing her, entering every pore. “Undo your pants for me. I need to touch you!”
His lips were playing havoc with her senses, and she found herself undoing the button and zip of her jeans, allowing his questing hand access to her core. He slid one finger into her wetness, while his thumb once more played with her clit, relishing the excitement he could feel building up in her, and at the same time being able to feel what she felt, heightening the whole process to such an extent that he almost came as the first wave hit her. “I have to have you, now!”
“Oh yes, yes!” Alicia’s movements became frantic, their telepathic link in overdrive due to the backwards and forwards thought link, which not only heightened the need, but the total sensation as well. Turning around in his arms, she hiked her jeans down, and bent over, her hands on the rock on which she had sat earlier. “Now, oh please now!”
Lionel could wait no longer, the mutuality of their combined feelings driving him almost to a frenzy. He slid his cock into her from behind, and slammed into her, over and over, the only sound that of their heavy breathing and the frantic slapping of his cock against her with every thrust.
Alicia’s senses were in overdrive, feeling what he felt mingled with her own building climax.
“More, oh please more! Harder!”
Lionel’s hips flexed faster and harder, pinning her against the rock, the slight pain of her crushed breasts adding even more sensation into the mix, and soon they were both panting and grunting, until finally, feeling his climax build almost to fever pitch, she came, as did he, in perfect harmony, the waves hitting them simultaneously, and the bond that was between them adding to it.
They both landed on the snowy ground in a heap, exhausted, sated, and in a near mindless condition. Presently, Lionel pulled her up.
“Let’s go home, shall we? We might not freeze to death, but we need to keep some form of decorum.”
”But… No. I feel strange, Lionel. As if…” The pain shot through her like a knife, tearing through her.
“Lionel! Help me!” Her body was no longer her own, every bone seemed to want to bend, and the air around her shimmered.
“Oh god, kitty cat, don’t fight it, you’re changing! Your inner beast wants freedom! Let it go, honey, let it flow, go with it, accept it, don’t fight it!”
Alicia found herself on hands and knees, her body stretching, elongating, as if her bones were rearranging themselves, changing, and her body tearing apart.
“Lio…” what she was going to say ended in a hissing snarl. ‘What is happening to me!’
“Oh kitty cat, your true self has emerged. You are gorgeous!”
Alicia looked down at her hands. ‘Oh god, what has happened to me? Lionel? I have paws? Huge, russet brown paws?’
‘You have changed, kitty cat. You are the most gorgeous mountain lion I have ever seen!’ Alicia looked over at Lionel. He had changed back into his bear form. ‘Let’s run, kitty cat, let’s be free!’
The huge bear nuzzled her behind her ear, and Alicia smiled inwardly and nodded. Soon, both animals were racing across the snow, the agile cat and the blundering bear, free.
Epilogue
Eleven months later, the very pregnant Alicia walked down the staircase of their home wearing a cream, A-line wedding dress, with a bouquet of flowers in her arm, especially flown in from warmer climes. At the bottom of the stairs she stopped, taking a few deep breaths, before proceeding through to the great room where the ceremony was to be held, only a few of Lionel’s closest family members, and of course, the Carpenters, present. She walked down the aisle, the look of love on Lionel’s face echoing her own.
“Are you alright?” he whispered as she stepped up to him.
“Ahum. For now. But we better get this show over with ASAP! You are going to….ohhh ouch!”
“You need the doctor!”
“There is no way I am having our baby without a ring on my finger! Let’s get this show on the road, now!”
Lionel nodded at the minister “We’re having a baby, skip to the end!”
“Do you…”
“Yes I do! So does she! Get to the end!”
“I now pronounce you man and wife?”
“That will do.” Lionel picked her up, just as another contraction hit her. “Oh fuck me! That one hurt, woman! Can’t you control it?”
Alicia looked up at him, oblivious to the stares, smiles and laughs of those assembled. “Are you serious? Ohhh….ouch! God I am so glad you can feel what I do! Oooh…..”
Lionel stopped on the staircase, feeling her pain. “I need to cut this contact, honey; otherwise I can’t get you to bed. The midwife is on her way.”
Three hours later, the wedding reception started, with little Melissa Eckhart being the star attraction.
~THE END~
Protected By The Alphas
Chapter One – Wolves Below the Window
Molly was alone again. She stared out the window and into the grey sheet of rain as she thought about her life as a housewife.
She was twenty-two and married to a man that was supposed to be her dream-come-true. Jared was her high school crush, a millionaire, and was so hot the ladies called him a walking sex machine. The only problem was that he never around. He only slept with her once and that was during their honeymoon. After that, it was like she was never married at all.
She knew it couldn’t be her looks. Molly was five-feet-four with long legs, long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. She could have been a model or an actress but all she did these days was mope in Jared’s mansion.
Well, she used to mope around until she noticed the two workers that would come in every evening. There was Gavin, Jared’s secretary and all-around butler, and there was the gardener, Tom. She only saw them once or twice a day but there was something a little off about each one of them.
One thing was for sure: they were hot. Gavin was the taller of the two, standing nearly six-feet-five while Tom was an inch or two shorter. Both had jet black hair and dark brown eyes but where Gavin was fair and built like a well-oiled muscle machine Tom
was more laid-back, like a surfer. Tom’s hair was long and loose while Gavin kept his brushed up.
Both men were handsome, steaming hot, and desirable. There were times when Molly pondered if Jared placed them there for a reason. After all, the mansion was thirty miles away from the nearest city and was isolated near a forest. There were times when Molly could hear the distant roars of a river and waterfall accompanied by the lonesome howls of wolves.
If it weren’t for Tom and Gavin she’d be frightened out of her wits staying in this big house mostly by herself.
With that thought in mind she felt a little less lonely, a little less forlorn. She smiled to herself and crept up to the bed and snuggled herself underneath the satin sheets. Before long she fell asleep to the rhythmic drops of the evening rain.
She woke in the middle of the night to the sound of growling and thrashing. Molly jumped out of the bed and flung the windows open. Down below, in the open yard underneath her wing of the mansion, she saw two large grey wolves battling a bear.
The rain slammed down heavy and the wind howled in tandem with the cries of the wolves. One wolf was slightly larger but they both seemed formidable and strong.
But then the bear rushed in and swung its claws with murderous intent. It hit one of the wolves on the shoulder, sending the animal crashing to the bushes. The larger wolf howled and within seconds a small pack of four wolves burst from the tree line.
The alpha wolf led the charge. He remained in front of the bear, keeping its attention as the smaller wolves leaped in and nipped at the bear’s legs, back, and neck. They never attacked for long, simply dodging in for small bites.
All of a sudden the other lead wolf reappeared from the bushes, the blood from his wound dripping and mixing in with the puddle of rain underneath his paws.
The pack split in two, two wolves per alpha. They worked together, dancing around the bear until it grew exhausted and dizzy. Small bites might not hurt it instantly but as time drew on Molly noticed it was losing a lot of blood. Strength and will sapped out of the bear until it finally crashed down.
Both alphas howled in triumph. The pack dragged the carcass away from the house and back into the darkness of the forest.
Molly stood there by the window, amazed but not afraid. Even when the wind and rain died she felt a strange sense of awe overcome her and she felt warm inside, like she was drawn to the sight of two strong wolves overcoming an even larger foe.
With mixed emotions she shut the windows tight and crawled back into bed, only this time she fell asleep with a warm feeling stirring inside her.
In her dreams, Molly saw the wolves enter her room. She saw them jump on her bed as she lie naked and exposed. She felt them snuggle closer to her and their warmth flooded over her, drowning her with a strong sensation of lust.
But then one gazed straight into her eyes. Mesmerized, she didn’t even notice that the wolves had transformed into the shapes of men. She could not make out their faces but they were on her, around her, and over her.
She felt their arms and hands roam across her body like an open field. She felt them cup her breasts and she cooed when she felt their warm lips press against her neck and back. Molly squirmed as they began to squeeze her in between each other, each one taking turns to dominate her loins with their lavish tongues.
A fire exploded inside her and soon the world swirled as if it had gone mad. The two males kissed each other but their eyes were on her, their hands were on her, and soon she joined them as their lips all interlocked.
When one was kissing the other she would bend down and take his manhood in her mouth. She switched between the two as they continue to passionately fondle each other.
But then the taller man-wolf decided to take her at last. She felt him push her to her knees and then to all fours and he took her from behind. Molly moaned aloud as she felt his member break through the lips of her vulva and penetrate through her walls. Her loins burned with pain and passion merging into one.
The other man-wolf took this advantage and remained in front of her. She opened her mouth and he drove his manhood into her mouth, which she lavishly took like a hungry animal. Molly was now a queen between two alpha wolves.
Suddenly, the one in front blew his seed deep inside her throat and as he withdrew the remaining drops dripped from her lips. The man-wolf smiled and she saw his fangs glisten, as if the sight of his seed on her made him lust for her even more.
Almost immediately this was followed by the alpha behind her. She felt him explode from within and the rich warmth of his seed overflowed deep inside the crevice of her pussy.
Yet they weren’t done… not until she too had reached her own climax. The two man-wolves laid her down on her bed and each laid down beside her. As she spread her legs, submitting herself to the two shadowy figures, they reached down and began fondling her with their fingertips.
At first it was mellow but soon they began to go faster and add more pressure to their touch. Before long she could no longer contain the knot that had built up inside her and she exploded. With her eyes closed and her mouth gaping open in ecstasy, her juices squirted down her legs and onto the bed.
When Molly opened her eyes, she was awake in her bedroom, alone. When she turned to the side, she realized the window was open.
Chapter Two – Living with Two Alphas
“Gavin,” Molly asked her butler when she went downstairs for breakfast. “What happened outside last night?”
The butler smiled back at her but she could see a devilish flair in his eyes as he replied, “Some large animals were fighting. Tom and I handled it, nothing to worry about Miss.”
Tom and I? Molly pondered over his statements. She was there, watching everything from her bedroom window. She knew Gavin and Tom were nowhere near the fight. Or were they?
Molly nodded him off and began to eat her food. Luckily, Gavin was an excellent cook. He prepared sunny side-up eggs, crispy bacon, croissants, and a freshly made mango shake. She flipped out her phone as she ate and swiped through the text messages from friends and family. None of them were of importance. When she checked her Facebook account, she found nothing of interest and turned it off.
All she could think of were the two wolves.
“Miss Molly,” a rough voice called from behind. Molly turned from her seat and saw Tom hauling a few hoses, perhaps to water the roses from the other side of the mansion.
Funny, she thought, why is he carrying the hoses on his left shoulder? I’m pretty sure he’s right-handed.
“Yes, Tom?” she asked with a cheerful tone.
“I’d like to fix your windows later,” Tom told her. “The weather was pretty bad last night. We wouldn’t want them to burst open during a storm.”
Molly’s jaws dropped open. It took her a moment to remember she was still talking to someone. “Ah, y-yes, sure,” she told him. “How did you know my window was open last night?”
Tom shrugged, but when he did she noticed he winced a little bit, as if it hurt. “I passed underneath this morning when I was washing off the blood off the cobblestones and I noticed your window was open. It would’ve been a disaster if the rain got inside your room.”
Convenient excuse. She nodded and he left off to continue his work.
When she was alone, Molly finished her meal and went back upstairs.
Back in her room she took a moment to bathe and dress herself in a soft, silk nightgown. It was light red with laces at the back. It wasn’t really meant to cover her and she didn’t mind exposing her breasts and pussy to the world; in her room she was alone and free.
Refreshed, Molly decided to spend some time watching TV. She got into bed and slid underneath the sheets before she took the remote control and flipped through the channels. She had already wasted many hours watching through “The Big Bang Theory” and “Grey’s Anatomy.” This time she wanted something simple.
After a few seconds she stumbled upon “WWE.” She shrugged and decided to watch hot, muscul
ar men beat the crap out of each other. Except as she watched on, she started to imagine the men in the ring were the two hot man-wolves from her dreams. She could see them slamming their fists into each other, grappling, clinching… hugging.
She imagined the two man-wolves naked in the ring as they embraced and licked each other’s bodies. She could see them inviting her as their tongues latched and danced. Molly felt a passionate fire burn inside her gut as she watched the two man-wolves passionately make love to each other.
When she closed her eyes she no longer heard the sound of the television. The roars of the crowd and the crunch of fist slamming into a person’s skull faded as she could only think of their warm bodies pressing against hers.
“Fuck,” she whispered in a soft, near-unconscious state of mind. “F-fuck me.”
First she felt a warm touch on her lip. Then she felt a hand swirl down to her neck and to her breasts. A man’s fingertips circled around her areola, teasing her with very light taps to her nipple. She uttered a soft whisper of a moan when she finally felt the fingers squeeze at her flesh and pull on her breast.
In an instant she felt the fingers underdo the laces of her night gown. The fabrics ripped away, as if the being taking her could wait no further to devour her flesh.
Then she felt warm breath on her neck as a man leaned down to suck on her skin. She felt a playful tongue lavish her up and down before it found its way to her ears. Molly wriggled in ecstasy but she soon lost control when she realized there were four hands and two pairs of mouths roaming across her body. Euphoria flooded her mind and she began to moan out loud.
“Hush,” said a deep voice.