Alphas for the Holidays

by Mandy M. Roth

  He felt her widening her legs and they both groaned when his body settled closer, and his cock bumped against her mound. “Good girl. Now bend your knees.”

  Again, she obeyed, and he was thrilled with the submissive vibe he was getting from her. She might dog his ass during the day, but in bed, she was a true alpha’s mate, knowing his animal’s need to dominate. Completely.

  “More.”

  She groaned but did as he asked. The move opened her pussy enough that her juices started to coat the bottom of his cock.

  Bending his head, he kissed her, long, hard and deep. “Now touch me.” He thought about simply ordering her to stop covering herself and to move her arms, but he wanted, needed, that to be her own decision. Would the thought of touching him, free her? Slowly, she unfolded her arms and let her hands glide over his chest. Already, his skin was damp, and the feel of her caressing him was sweet torture. When her palms slid over the hard nubs of his nipples, he’d had enough.

  Jarod touched her breasts, first with his thumb until the nipples were peaked and erect. Next, he took them into his mouth, sucking gently, loving her soft whispers of pleasure. He used his tongue, licking the thick, pink buds until they hardened even more. Back in his mouth for more sucking and then… he bit her. Not too hard, but hard enough to draw a low keening sound from the back of her throat, part pain, all pleasure. She bucked against him, her pussy banging his groin with each thrust of her hips.

  He couldn’t get enough of her sweet taste, pulling the nipples into his mouth and sucking until she was burying her fingers in his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp to get him to stop.

  Pulling away, he blew softly across the wet peaks before moving down, trailing his mouth along the soft swells of her torso, circling her belly button with his tongue before stiffening it and fucking the sweet little hole. He continued to rain kisses along the lower curve of her belly.

  “No, no. You can’t do that.”

  “Oh, yeah, I can.” He grinned up at her as he pushed her thighs further apart, breaking the hold she had on his hair as he did. She groaned loudly when he pushed her knees back even higher, opening her up to him completely. Not an inch of her pretty, pink pussy was hidden from him now. Taking his finger, he dragged it up her center and groaned himself. He knew he must be a glutton for punishment when he didn’t take her, right then, right there. She was wet. She was ready. But he was intent on tasting every delectable inch of her. He knew she would respond, would beg him for his touch.

  He breathed in her unique smell, filling his nostrils with the scent of his mate.

  Mate.

  Claim.

  Fuck.

  Soon, soon, he assured his wolf.

  Placing one hand on her stomach to hold her still, he gently parted the lips of her pussy with the other. He was aware of her jagged intake of breath, and the release of it as he licked her slit then found her sensitive bud. Over and over he drank in her juices. She whimpered when he eased one finger inside her.

  “Easy,” he soothed her. He pumped his appendage in and out slowly, letting her get accustomed to the feel of being invaded. When he added another, she mewled and tried to close her knees. “None of that, sweetness.” He pulled back and landed a sharp smack to her swollen pussy.

  She cried out in surprise but stopped trying to get away. “That’s better.” He went back to work, licking and sucking, devouring her pussy as only a hungry wolf could do. He nibbled at the sensitive bud then soothed it by sucking it into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue.

  All the while, he was fucking her with his fingers, stretching her. It would be a tight fit, but he knew she could take him. Oh, fuck, was it going to be a tight fit. Again, he felt the twitch of his cock and a pump of pre-cum leaving his body.

  He kept his fingers inside her, still thrusting, still fucking her, as he rose back over her. Resting his hand near her head, he stared down at her. “How does that feel? Good?”

  She nodded, her breath coming in sharp, shallow pants.

  “Taste yourself, baby,” he growled as he lowered his head and kissed her He pushed his tongue into her mouth, making her taste her own desire. He kept his head low as he continued to work her, their breath mingling together.

  “Oh, you like to be fucked don’t you, Sara?” He wanted her wet and wanting. He needed her to come. When she didn’t answer, he gave a hard thrust with his fingers, making her hips buck. “Answer me.”

  “Yes, yes. I like to be fucked.” Her hands went between their bodies and grabbed his wrist. He didn’t know if she was trying to move him away or make him go faster. It didn’t matter. He was in charge.

  “Yeah, my baby likes to be fucked, likes to have her pussy licked. How about this baby, do you like this?” With deliberate control, he started moving faster, jutting in and out of her. Her hips rose and fell with the thrust of his hand. When he moved his thumb to rub her clit, her hips came off the sofa, and she screamed his name, flooding his hand with her juices.

  “Jarod!”

  Damn, but that was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard—his name being screamed by his mate in the throes of ecstasy. He slowed his thrusts but kept touching her until her breathing returned to normal, tapping her clit with his thumb. Pulling his hand away, he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked off her cream, winking at her as he did.

  “Another taste?” He lowered his head and gave her another long, deep kiss. “Now, baby. Now I’m going to fuck you for real.” He was so damn hard and stiff he didn’t need a hand to guide his cock inside her. He simply shifted his hips and the head of his dick pressed against her wet entrance. The juices of her orgasm coated him. Pushing slowly, he eased inside.

  Sara’s head was swimming with sensation, her body trembling with pleasure as Jarod entered her. Her hands clamped onto his shoulders, needing an anchor in the storm she knew was coming. It would have nothing on the blizzard that had just blown through the city. Again, their gazes met and she found herself drowning in the amber glow of his eyes. She swore she saw movement and quickly realized she was seeing the shadow of his wolf inside him. She’d never thought of how the whole shifter thing worked. She just assumed that he and his wolf were one and the same. But know she somehow got the impression that they were different—yet so very much the same.

  When his hand slid under her ass, telling her silently what to do, she moved her leg and groaned. She felt him go deeper, stretching her with his size. It was the most pleasurable sensation she’d ever felt. She’d thought having just his fingers inside her was great, but this…

  He moved again, his hips thrusting—in and out. With each stroke, he went a little deeper. Then he hit the barrier of her innocence and stopped. She’d hadn’t really thought she’d have a hymen, she’d used feminine products, had taken gym in school.

  He stilled inside her for just a moment. She had a feeling that he was waiting. Perhaps waiting for her ask? Give him permission? Oh, heavens, that was the sweetest thing ever.

  All she knew was that she needed him to move.

  “Please, Jarod. Please take me.”

  She felt his hips move, his cock leave her channel. Then, then he thrust back inside, breaking through her innocence.

  “Oh, my god,” she panted through the discomfort. There wasn’t pain exactly, more of the intense feeling of being stretched, reshaped. Her pussy conforming to the width and length of the only cock that would ever be inside her.

  She didn’t realize for a moment, but he had stilled. He brushed the hair back from her face. “Okay, baby?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  Oh, God, and then he was moving. Oh, how he was moving. “That’s it, Sara. Take my cock. Take my cock.” He gave her long, deep thrusts, bottoming out with each stroke. “Yeah, take me deep. Let me fuck that beautiful pussy.”

  Sara saw his control slip away. His shoulders hunched as his thrusts came faster and faster. Sweat beaded on his forehead and fell onto her breasts. “Jarod? Oh, Jarod, what’s
happening?”

  She felt the start of the same tremors she always felt when she pleasured herself at night. A sensation low in her belly, signaling she was about to have an orgasm. But this time, it was different, so very different. It was as if her pussy was a living thing, hungry for the taste of his cock. It pulsed and pulled, trying to keep his hard length inside each time he pulled away.

  His hand went back to her hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and holding her hips still. He panted above her. “I should have told you, baby,” he panted as he watched where their bodies joined, his cock going in and out of pussy. “I should have—”

  Then he was throwing back his head and howling. That’s the only word she could think to describe the sound coming from deep within his chest.

  But she didn’t care about anything as she felt the middle of his cock swelling inside her. The expanding bulge pressed against the sides of her vagina and the pleasure almost threw her into convulsions as she came. Again and again. Just when she thought the pleasure was ebbing away, his cock would jerk again, as he continued to spurt his seed inside her, and she felt the pleasure rushing over her again.

  He’d knotted her.

  Sara’s face flamed with knowledge.

  Finally, they both stopped moving, but the knot was still there, filling her pussy. They opened their eyes. His normally brown color was slowly returning, replacing the light amber color that still lingered. She had no fucking idea what hers looked like. She felt as if she’d caught fire and it had flashed inside her, burning away everything before this moment.

  “You okay, baby?”

  She had to breathe through her mouth to get enough air into her lungs. “Oh, yeah, I’m just dandy.”

  He had the decency to cringe just a little at her tone. “Damn it, did I hurt you?” He moved to pull away but realized he couldn’t.

  Jarod cursed when his cock refused to go down and allow him to move away. A small hand on his hip stopped him.

  “I’m okay. I promise.”

  He turned them slightly to the side so that his full weight wasn’t on top of her. She groaned as the move pulled at his cock, and he cursed again. “I’m not sure how long this will last.” It wasn’t exactly the type of conversation you had with your father, even as open and unembarrassed wolves were about sex.

  Because this was so much more than sex.

  Sara frowned up at him. “Why not.”

  He settled her on his arm, pulling her close. Almost absently, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Because wolves only knot with their mates.”

  He waited, realizing he was holding his breath, waiting for her response. It wasn’t exactly the way he’d wanted to tell her—

  “Mates!” She jerked, making them both groan as his dick moved inside her pussy. He squeezed her hip to stop her movements. Not that it didn’t feel good, but he knew she wasn’t ready for round two yet. Even if he was.

  “Mates. You are my mate Sara Allen.”

  She searched his eyes as if looking for an answer. All he could do was met her stare, hoping she could see the truth in his eyes. Realize the love.

  She swallowed hard. “I’m your mate?”

  “Yeah, baby. You’re my mate.” A smile broke across his face.

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Well,” he trailed a finger down her cheek, along her jaw before falling to her chest. Her breasts were hidden from him so he traced along the edges that were visible. “You could tell me you love me.”

  His eyes snapped up as he spoke.

  “Because I love you, Sara. I love you more than life itself. I will take care of you, protect you. Cherish you until my dying day.”

  Tears filled Sara’s eyes as her hand lifted to cup his jaw. He turned his head, to press a kiss against the palm.

  “But why? I don’t understand?”

  “What’s there to understand? I love you. You are my mate.” His eyes narrowed. “And you damn well better love me.”

  “I do,” she blurted out before she could stop herself. “But why me? I’m not pretty, I’m fat. I don’t even have a college degree.”

  Sara didn’t know someone’s expression could change so suddenly. She’d never seen this expression on her boss’s face before, and she’d seen a lot of his expressions. Anger. Disgust. Frustration. Impatience. Thus, this was… savage.

  His hand cupped her cheek, the fingers hard, almost hurting in their strength. He lowered his head until they were eye to eye. “If I ever hear you speak of yourself that way again, I will turn you over my knee and spank your ass until you’re crying. It will hurt like hell, but you will never forget. Then I’ll push you to your hands and knees and fuck you until you’re begging for mercy. It will feel so good, you will never forget. You will never forget you are beautiful. That your body makes mine stand on end,” he gave a thrust of his hips, rubbing his knot against the sensitive spot inside her, “and you are one of the smartest individuals I have ever met. My wolf chose well.”

  Sara swallowed hard. Damn, but the man was intense. She saw that shadow move in his eyes again. Maybe, just maybe he was telling the truth.

  “Well, I guess this whole knotting thing means wolves can’t have quickies.” She pressed her herself against him, loving the feel of his masculine body against her soft feminine one. Hell, she just loved him... and he loved her curves. She could see it in the glitter in his eyes as she pressed her breasts harder against his chest, her soft belly into his. Oh, and she felt it in the hardening of his cock inside her once again.

  “No, no quickies. My wolf wants to stay inside you, fuck you, until our seed takes inside you. Will you have my babies, Sara?”

  “Oh, Jarod, I want nothing more.” She pulled his head down and kissed him. He allowed it for a moment, and she smiled against his lips when he deepened the kiss. She knew her wolf was dominant. Had sensed it since she’d started working for him. Had, unconsciously responded to it. And she didn’t mind. Not one damn bit.

  And she certainly didn’t mind being stranded with the wolf.

  Part II

  About Rescued by the Wolf

  HUNTER

  Wolf shifter Hunter McCall didn’t have time to form relationships, and he certainly didn’t want any attachments that might distract him when he was on a mission.

  His destiny changed thanks to the winter storm blowing through Chicago—and the curvy brunette that needed to be—Rescued by the Wolf.

  Julie Monroe was content with her life. She’d recently been promoted, had friends to spend time with, a family she could count on and… well that was about all she had. No family of her own, no man to hold her and tell her he loved her. At least she didn’t have three hundred cats. Yet.

  Traveling to a friend’s wedding, she suddenly finds herself stranded on the side of the road in a snow-covered city.

  That’s when fate decided to step in…

  Chapter 5

  “Well, pluck a duck and poop on a cracker.”

  Hunter’s military buddies would laugh their sorry asses off if they could hear him cursing now. Usually, the words coming out of his mouth in a tight situation were dirtier than a pig in a mud pile.

  What they didn’t know was he was trying to cut down on his foul language. After he’d inadvertently taught his sister’s children the word ‘shit’ he’d promised her he’d watch himself around the two black haired angels and a little blonde headed devil. The two girls took after the McCall side of the family with dark coloring, while Dylan looked like his father, a lion shifter of all things. He shook his head, remembering the shit, um, poop his sister had gone through when she’d declared her mate was a cat.

  His father had given the couple hell until Robert had challenged him. That had backed the old man down fast. He really liked his brother-in-law. His father had been giving Hunter shit for years. But those were memories for another time.

  Pain sliced through him when he thought of how happy his sister was with her mate, knowing he wa
s probably destined to spend his life alone, with no mate and no pups. How the hell was he even supposed to meet women when his life took him from one war-torn nation to another? And, if he were lucky enough to find his mate, how could he expect her to wait stateside while he went off to one of those war-torn nations? How could he expect any woman to put up with the black moods he sometimes experienced, courtesy of Uncle Sam? The time spent in the midst of the destruction and evil man could create had scorched a little piece of his soul.

  As the plane circled for its final approach, he regretted taking a commercial flight and not waiting for a military transport. Give him the open cargo bay of a C140 any day. Lots of leg room, no annoying seatmates, and flights that arrived and departed on time. He felt like a damn sardine in this tin can that they called a plane.

  For a brief moment, he regretted not digging into his bank account and chartering a private plane. Lord only knew he had the money. Being a major in the military didn’t pay as well as one might expect, but having a brother who was a financial genius turned his average salary into quite a nest egg. Plus, whether he wanted it or not, every quarter dividends from the pack’s business ventures were deposited into an account he hadn’t touched since he’d joined the military.

  The memories he’d tried to suppress came rushing back. The McCall pack owned a multi-national, multi-million dollar corporation—McCall Holdings. Not only did every member of the pack receive a portion of the business’s profits, but his family—the alpha family—ran it, garnering astronomical salaries. His brother, Jarod, was CEO and alpha of the pack, and his other brother Logan was the financial wizard, serving as CFO. Between the two of them, they kept the business swimming in the black.