Alpha Mate: BBW Paranormal Shifter Romance

by Natalie Kristen

  Lucas parted her legs and balled his fists to check that his claws were safely sheathed. He couldn't risk hurting her. When he slipped one finger inside her, she clenched tightly around his finger, her juices squirting down his hand. “Charlotte, you're so wet,” he gritted out.

  He pushed another finger into her and she groaned. He started to slide in and out of her, as his thumb smeared her moisture over her clit and rubbed in tight circles. She let out a high-pitched cry when he lowered his mouth to her breast and bit down on her nipple. His fingers kept sliding in and out of her, moving faster and harder as he licked and sucked her erect nipples. He could feel her muscles gripping his fingers tighter, her walls beginning to ripple. She was so close, and she was driving him insane. But he wasn't done with her. He would make her come in his mouth.

  “Charlotte, baby. I need to taste you,” he rasped, dropping to his knees in front of her. He draped one soft, quivering leg over his shoulder and growled at the sight of her pink, moist folds. He had to have her now. When his lips locked onto her wet, soft pussy, he hissed out a breath. His female was molten fire, and he tasted her hot, sweet juices on his tongue. He began to suck hungrily, madly, his mouth desperate to have more of her. His tongue circled her erect clit and licked it furiously. She grew impossibly wetter and his cock throbbed painfully, wanting in on the action.

  His cock would just have to wait. He wanted to feel her with his hands and mouth fully before taking her. He stretched his arms up to knead her breasts as he penetrated her with his tongue. God, his woman was heaven. He thrust his stiffened tongue into her, once, twice, and she came for him. She screamed her pleasure through the forest as he continued taking her sweet, shivering pussy with his mouth.

  “Mine,” he growled against her. “You are mine, Charlotte.”

  Her body began to slump against the tree trunk, boneless with pleasure. In a flash, Lucas was on his feet. He reached up and slashed at the vines binding her wrists. When her body slid down against his, he caught her firmly in his arms.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed up at him with those lovely green eyes that were half-closed and smiling.

  Lucas ripped off his pants with one hand, and lowered her gently. His breathing was harsh and ragged with lust as he guided Charlotte down on her hands and knees. She knelt on the soft, mossy bed and turned her head over her shoulder to gaze up at him. The look on her face sent blood rushing to his cock, and he had to grab his raging erection in his fist to ease the torment. He knelt quickly behind her, stroking her back and kissing down her spine. Bending forward, he fingered her slit and found her wet and ready for him. She rocked her hips subtly as if to tempt him. “I can never resist you, Charlotte,” he whispered raggedly. “Know how much I want you. Always.”

  With that, he penetrated her, pushing his cock into her in a single, smooth thrust. He threw back his head and roared at the sheer, shuddering pleasure of her slick, tight heat. She felt so amazing, so right. She was everything he had dreamed of, and more. He was inside his female, his mate, and he wanted to be in her every night for the rest of his life. He grabbed her soft, ample hips and began to thrust with wild abandon. His hunger, his lust was so clawing and ferocious, he knew he wasn't going to last. She was already clenching around his cock as he slid in and out of her, her breaths coming hard and fast.

  He leaned forward to cup her ponderous, swaying breasts in his hands. Her breasts felt full and heavy, and when he squeezed her long nipple between his fingers and bit down on her neck, his teeth branding his mark into the pale skin of her neck, she shattered with a cry. Her tight walls began to ripple and contract, squeezing down the length of his cock, sucking him in deeper into her, coming all around him. Her scent, her cry, her lush body that was now trembling with ecstasy, undid him completely.

  With a thunderous bellow, he spilled his seed deep into her, his voice hoarse and ragged at the explosive, mind-blowing pleasure his mate had just given him. Charlotte was everything he wanted, and so much more. Lucas kept on moving inside her, his thrusts gradually slowing down until he collapsed on top of her. He slammed his palm down on the ground to prevent himself from crushing her with his massive frame, while his other arm wrapped protectively, possessively around her shoulders to support her. He remained inside her as he kissed her wet hair, her temple, her back. She was his. His mate. Now and forever.

  Lucas withdrew from her with a hiss and turned her around to face him. Gently, he lowered her onto her back on the soft moss and leaned in to kiss her eyelids and the tip of her cute, pert nose. She gave him a slow, satisfied smile, her eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure.

  Laying down beside her, Lucas propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down lovingly at her. Her skin was warm and flushed from her orgasms, and she was exhausted. He had used her body so hard and she had given him such intense pleasure. His cock was instantly hard again at the thought of taking her again. He wanted to be inside her again, their bodies joined as one. Her soft, curvaceous body fitted perfectly against his hard, muscular one, her sweet curves pressing tightly against the solid lines and angles of his body.

  “Charlotte,” he murmured her name as she nuzzled against his chest and fell asleep in his arms.

  He traced the gentle curves and folds on her body as she dozed lightly. Her scent, her voice, her softness, her strength was all female, all woman. But there was something else about her. She was strong, hungry, relentless and she intuitively knew how to mate with him. She knew how to tempt him, how to lure and challenge him, how to make him chase her until he was mad with lust.

  She had waited for him with her back pressed against the most ancient tree in the forest, her arms tangled in the vines over her head. She had allowed herself to be bathed in the mist of the waterfall and the light of the full moon, just before being taken for the first time by her mate.

  There was no doubt that she was a wolf mate, his mate. Her heart, mind and body had responded so strongly to his mating call.

  And she had mated with him as a werewolf's mate in the wild under the power of the full moon. It was so right.

  “Mine,” Lucas whispered with a fierce, powerful yearning and tenderness. “To protect, cherish and pleasure...forever.”

  One thing was for sure. Now that he had found her and claimed her, he was never ever letting her go.

  As he held her tenderly, like she was the most precious, fragile thing in the world, the conversation that they'd shared earlier echoed in his mind:

  “Truth is, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for a witch's potion. The potion gave me a second chance at life, but nothing given, nothing gained. So I gave a Promise. I promised to hunt and kill rogues.”

  “So if you can't become an Enforcer...”

  “I'll become a lawless vigilante and hunt rogues on my own. It's my Promise, and my life!”

  Lucas stared up at the full moon, swearing under his breath. He just could not, would not let her run around the city every night, hunting rogues and dicing with death and danger at every turn! He'd hunt down every rogue himself just to make sure she stayed safe.

  “Damn witch's potion,” he muttered, and in the same breath snarled grudgingly, “Thank God for the witch's potion.”

  The potion had saved his mate's life. But why the fuck did she have to give such a Promise?

  “Fuck me,” he mumbled, closing his eyes.

  Lucas felt Charlotte stirring, and he snapped his eyes open to see her positioning herself over him. She opened her thighs and straddled him, her palms flat on his chest. He gripped her thighs as her hips rose to hover just above the tip of his erection. She smiled coyly down at him, bending over him, letting her hair brush down his chest and abdomen.

  With a wicked smile, she gripped his wrists suddenly and slammed them on the ground on either side of his head. “What are you doing, baby?” he grated, looking down his body to see her hips rolling seductively and frustratingly above him.

  Smiling, she lowered her hips very, very slowly, allowing
him to slide inch by torturous inch into her until she had completely impaled herself on his cock.

  “You did say, 'fuck me', did you not?” she purred, rocking her hips, her beautiful silhouette framed against the full moon. “Well, that's what I'm doing, Lucas. I'm fucking you!”

  They made love again, this time with her being in control. They came at the same time, and after she was totally spent and satiated, he carried her through the woods back to his mansion, back home. Their home.

  She fell asleep in his arms, against his chest, and he listened to her steady breathing and quiet sighs. Bending down, he pressed his lips to her forehead and moved determinedly through the forest.

  And with every step he took, Lucas came closer and closer to a decision regarding his mate's damned Promise.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Charlotte patted down her jacket, checking and double-checking that she had all her weapons. Bryn did the same, and fidgeted nervously with her long braid. The young vampire glanced over her shoulder, scanning the foyer of the PAC Headquarters. Jett was leaning against the reception counter, his stance relaxed, but his gaze anxious and intense.

  “You okay?” Charlotte put a hand on her partner's shoulder.

  “I can't think when he's looking at me like that!” Bryn whispered back.

  Charlotte peeked over at Jett, and punched Bryn lightly in the arm, grinning. “Could you make your crush any more obvious?”

  Bryn scowled. “Every trainee has a crush on him! He's the most dishy trainer in the Unit! I just wanna...”

  “Jump his bones?”

  “Charlotte!” Bryn looked appalled as she shook a warning finger at Charlotte. “Shhh! He'll hear you!”

  “Relax, Bryn,” Charlotte said laughing. “Jett doesn't have paranormal hearing. He's human, not vamp.”

  Bryn worried her lower lip with a fang and sighed. “He doesn't even know I exist.”

  “Of course he does. He's our trainer. He knows all our names.”

  “That's not what I meant. He knows all the trainees' names, but...”

  “But you want him to...know you.” Charlotte wiggled her eyebrows.

  “Ha. Ha. Ha.” Bryn put a hand on her hip. “You're one to talk, now that you're the Alpha's mate.” She wrapped an arm round Charlotte's shoulder and whispered conspiratorially, “Spill. How did you get Lucas to grant us a retest? Did you threaten to wear a chastity belt and throw away the key?”

  “Bryn!” It was Charlotte's turn to look appalled. “Or course not!” she huffed.

  “Right. You won't be able to stand it,” Bryn giggled. “Especially with the full moon coming up...”

  Charlotte turned to mock-strangle her partner. Everyone knew she was the Alpha's mate now. She had been marked and claimed, and according to Ella, the chatty and very observant PAC Secretary, Lucas's scent was all over her now.

  That, plus the fact that Lucas had moved her into his mansion.

  They'd had a talk, a talk that kept being interrupted by one of them ripping the other's clothes off. Over the span of many nights, she had finally convinced Lucas to let Bryn and her retake the Final test. “It's not fair,” she'd argued, sitting up in bed and folding her arms defiantly over her bare breasts as Lucas growled, his erection tenting the sheets. “Bryn saved the human from the rogue demon. She did her job, and she chased the rogue across the city. She did everything right. Yet she failed—because of me. I understand that we have to pass as a team. But I failed—because of you! You interfered with our Finals. If an assessor interfered in a trainee's Finals, the trainee should be allowed a retest. You're the Alpha. Put it to the Council and get the PAC to change this rule. You've lost many good Enforcers, by not allowing them to retake their Finals.”

  Lucas had tried to lunge for her, but she had managed to scoot to the other side of the huge bed. “I'm talking to you, Mr Rieve! Are you listening?” She had puffed out her chest, but that had the unfortunate effect of making her breasts jut out distractingly.

  With a snarl, Lucas had grabbed her and pinned her under his body, parting her legs with his knees and pushing tightly into her. She'd climaxed almost immediately but she was determined to keep her head. Sex with Lucas was great, it was more than great. But no amount of shattering, toe-curling, screaming sex was going to make her lose sight of her Promise.

  “Lucas...” After a few more rounds of frenzied love-making, she'd tried again. She knew that Lucas had been consulting with Jasynta and Samantha, trying to find a way to release her from her Promise. But when the two witches had left the mansion, Lucas had come into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed in silence. Charlotte had put a hand gently on his shoulder. Lucas hadn't found a way because there was no way. A Promise was a Promise. And she would fulfill it.

  “Lucas, I will hunt rogues. I have to. My life depends on it. Literally. And it's better that I hunt them as an Enforcer than as a vigilante. As an Enforcer, I will be well trained, well equipped and well protected. I won't get hurt...” When Lucas shot her a look, Charlotte tagged on, “...much.”

  “I won't let you get hurt,” Lucas had growled. “I might not be able to release you from that damn Promise, but I sure can protect you. I will hunt for you, so...”

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Charlotte had put up a hand. “Hunt for me? No, Lucas, it doesn't work that way. Neither do I want it that way. I will hunt, as an Enforcer, with my partner. You're my mate, and I know you'll always make sure I am safe, well and happy. But this is my life. The Potion gave me a second chance at life, and happiness. I am to be a hunter of rogues, and your mate. I am mated, not handicapped, Lucas. You can't do everything for me.”

  A few days after their talk, Jett had announced that the PAC would be scheduling retests for all the trainees who had failed their Finals due to interference by their assessors. All the trainees had whooped and punched their fists in the air at the announcement.

  At a cough, Charlotte looked up to see Bryn giving her a rather naughty, knowing look, and smirking. Blushing, Charlotte glanced around the foyer. She hadn't seen Lucas since she arrived at the PAC Headquarters and reported to the Enforcement Unit. Lucas had driven her here in his Porsche, and had given her a fierce, scorching kiss before making his way to the PAC Conference room for an urgent meeting.

  “I'll make you proud,” Charlotte had told him. She would pass her Final test with flying colors.

  “You already do. Every single day,” Lucas had answered with a smile that never failed to make her heart skip a beat.

  As she watched him enter the Conference room, she realized that she loved him. He was strong, intelligent, fun, sensual, protective, decisive, and he loved her. He respected her and cherished her, and didn't try to control or command her, even though he was the PAC Alpha. He was simply her mate.

  “Helloo, earth to Charlotte.” Bryn waved a hand in front of Charlotte's face. “It's almost time.”

  Charlotte blinked and nodded. “Okay. I'm ready.”

  They checked and synchronized their watches. At exactly twenty-one hundred hours, they strode out of the PAC Headquarters and started their patrol.

  Jett had briefed them on their route. But he refused to divulge who their assessor would be. Charlotte peeked surreptitiously over her shoulder, but she could see no one. She couldn't see any PAC member or senior Enforcer shadowing them.

  She blew out a breath and continued to stroll through the dwindling crowd of civilian humans and paranormals. The streets were relatively quiet on Monday nights.

  “So, what happened to you after Glenn came and misted you away?” Charlotte asked, nudging her partner as they walked. “Your Master vampire is dark, brooding, and very handsome.”

  “Ooh. Don't let Lucas hear that,” Bryn said, pretending to look around for eavesdroppers.

  “Why? I'm mated, not blind,” Charlotte sniffed. “And Lucas is cool. He knows that he is my mate, my one and only, and I am his, forever.”

  Bryn responded with loud, exaggerated kissing sounds and they both burst
into chuckles.

  When they stopped laughing, Bryn fell silent with a faraway look in her eyes. Finally she said softly, “Glenn turned me into a vampire, to save my life. Sort of. I think. I'm not sure if I'm really alive now. I'm like undead or something...”

  “Of course you're alive!” Charlotte snapped. “I see you and I'm talking to you, aren't I? I don't see dead people, all right? Plus, if you're dead, how can you feeeeeel for our hunky trainer, Jett?”

  Bryn made a face at her. “Okay, okay. Where were we? You were asking what happened after Glenn misted me away, right? Well, Glenn misted me and the human kid back to her home. He took a small drop of her blood and saw where she lived. He dropped the kid off at her home, in her bedroom. I tucked her in, and she told me 'You're pretty when you're not being scary!'” Bryn smiled. “She's a sweet kid. When Glenn misted me back to the PAC Headquarters, Jasynta was already waiting in the medical bay, and she gave me two packs of blood from the blood bank straightaway. I was made to rest and recover. Jett came to see me. He didn't say much, he just stayed with me the whole time.”

  Charlotte caught the faint blush on her partner's face and was about to say something when Bryn cleared her throat sharply. “I heard they caught one of the rogue hybrids,” she said. “The one you didn't shoot.”

  Charlotte nodded, allowing Bryn to get away just this one time with changing the topic and evading her interrogation. “Yeah. Lucas told me they couldn't get much information from the hybrid, Timmy. He was in shock, and he couldn't give them any names. But he did describe the rogue wolf who turned him into a hybrid. He said it was a half-wolf, half-man creature, a scary wolfman with a long scar across his face and a mangled eye socket.” Charlotte shuddered. “If that monster can attack four vampire punks and turn them into hybrids, he must be one scary son of a bitch.”