A.L.F.A. Mates

by Milly Taiden

  “Frank,” Mom admonished. He shrugged.

  The couple left through the front door. Frank joined Amie, standing in front of the window. “They move on so quickly.” Amie gave a sigh. “One minute they’re sucking a sausage, and suddenly, they’re going on a date.”

  “Yeah, we have to learn to let go,” Frank added. “So”—Frank looked at her and licked his lips—“would you like meatballs or a sausage first, milady?”

  “How about you hold the sausage for a bit and let’s go for a walk?”

  CHAPTER 22

  Amie knew that asking to go on a walk was probably the last thing Frank wanted, but she’d had so limited time just him and her. And she really wanted to talk to him about their son. He needed to know.

  “Sure,” he said and left her at the front door before coming back a few moments later.

  She glanced at the blanket under his arm and smiled. “A blanket?”

  He shrugged. “I figured we could watch the stars or something.”

  God. Frank was such a good man. She’d loved him from the very moment she’d laid eyes on him, and now here he was, being that amazing man all over again.

  They walked down to the park. He laid out the blanket and for a little while they lay there and just stared up at the sky.

  “I stopped doing this after you left me,” he admitted.

  She hated that. Hated that she’d stopped him from doing something he’d taught her to love. “Why?”

  “It felt wrong to do it without you. This was our thing, remember?”

  She sighed, letting the cool breeze run over her skin. “Yeah. You used to tell me all about the stars and I’d sit there acting like I understood.”

  He chuckled. “I used to wonder how I got you to be quiet for so long.”

  “Smart-ass! I’ve seen some really active children running around here.” She laughed. “It’s a wonder how any parent gets anything done in this town.”

  Frank was quiet for a moment. “I don’t know. I guess they like their kids.”

  “Oh, and you don’t? What, don’t you want kids of your own?” Her heart tripped at the base of her throat. She’d tried to throw the question in casually so she could re-direct the conversation to their son.

  “No, not really.” His answer caught her off guard. He didn’t want kids. No children meant she didn’t even need to discuss French fry with him just yet. Not when Frank was clearly not open to the idea of kids. Maybe she could work him into changing his mind.

  “Frank, I have to tell you something—”

  “Hey, guys,” someone called out to them.

  They flipped onto their stomachs and glanced up at the some of the ladies from the party.

  “How’s it going?” Frank asked.

  “Great! Frank,” Cheryl said with a smile, “we are just loving the changes Amie has brought to our town.”

  “She really has given the town a new, updated outlook.” Sherri grinned. “We love having her here.”

  Amie was left speechless. No one had ever spoken like that of her, to anyone. She smiled and waved as the women left, her mind busy with the wonderful things they’d said.

  “Ready to go back?”

  She met Frank’s gaze and realized it was time to stop hiding behind her uncle. He wasn’t going to control her any longer. She wanted Frank and she’d have him. They’d figure something out about their son. Not like her baby boy was going anywhere now. He was her heart and Frank would learn to love their son or she’d have to go on as she was, without him in her life again.

  They raced back to the house, rushing up the stairs to his room and tossing the door closed behind them.

  He kissed her. Deep. Hard. Hungry. Every brush of his lips melted more of her willpower and any thoughts of stopping. Clothes came off in the time it took her to take a breath, and then his body was over hers on the bed, his lips branding her as his.

  That all-consuming kiss lasted but a short moment before he moved to her chest. Her gasp of pleasure as his mouth encased her nipple was loud. She didn’t care. She could only feel at that point. Feel his tongue flicking back and forth over her hard little tip while his hand molded the flesh of her other breast in his grasp.

  When he sucked hard on her nipple, she swore lights exploded behind her lids. Her body shook. She couldn’t stop the rocking of her hips, searching for his cock to enter her. To fill her. Another full-body shiver, and his dick slipped to the entrance of her sex. That didn’t last.

  With every moan out of her lips, he moved farther down her body, until he was lying between her thighs. She dug her nails into the bedding and glanced down, past her quivering belly to meet his golden stare.

  “You and me, babe.” His look turned possessive. She groaned. “There’s no going back after this.”

  “God, yes!”

  He licked at her clit, slowly, lazily. A harsh whimper tore from her throat. “Frank . . . I really need to talk to you about something.”

  “Just give me a sec, love.”

  Another slow lick and she groaned, gripped his short hair in her fists, and pushed him into her crotch. Maybe later. “You need to get a move on. If you don’t hurry up I’m going to start giving orders.”

  He gave a soft growl that sounded like a chuckle. “So what are you telling me?”

  “Make me come. Do it now, do it fast, and please don’t make me wait any longer.”

  He licked at her clit in quick flicks. Her muscles tensed in expectation.

  “Oh, god!” she choked out.

  His hot breath caressed her folds as he swiped his tongue repeatedly over her pussy and drove it into her channel. It was unlike anything she’d felt before. She rocked repeatedly, wiggling her hips over his lips. Her blood burned, firing each of her cells.

  She couldn’t form a coherent sentence if her life depended on it. In a second or two, Frank would lick her to the point that she’d scream and come and then she’d lose herself in the moment. She needed that so badly.

  He shoved his face in her pussy, burying his tongue in her.

  “Oh, fuck!”

  He fucked her pussy with his tongue. Every single thrust was a dream, slick, erotic, hot. Harsh breaths pounded out of her lips. She came apart with a single one of his growls. Tension snapped inside her, rushing air out of her lungs and leaving her breathless. A quick explosion of bliss and her body filled with joy as she rode the pleasure wave.

  She screamed his name. Oh, so loud. She shook down to her core. Her legs felt liquefied and oxygen fought its way into her lungs. She tried hard to stay aware of what was happening but it was hard. Especially when she knew there was more coming. A lot more. He crawled up her body, kissing her with lips that still held the taste of her own climax.

  He slipped into her pussy in a quick, hard drive. A rush of pleasure tore a scream from her lips. He felt so good inside her. So perfect. She dug her nails into his slick shoulders and panted. She tugged his head down for a kiss, raking her nails into his short hair and clutching the strands at the back of his head.

  The world ceased to exist. She curled her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles at the small of his back. His body turned into a fine-tuned machine bent on breaking her and pulling every last orgasm from her body. She clung to him, letting him own her with each thrust. Her body no longer hers but his now.

  They kissed in a fiery blaze that heated her already scorching flesh. Nothing but the feel of his tongue delving deep into her mouth at the same time he filled her with his cock. He slipped a hand between their sweaty bodies and rubbed circles over her swollen clit. She tore away from the kiss with a moan.

  “Christ, Frank!”

  He swiped his cool wet tongue over her neck, rubbing over her harsh beating pulse. “Let go, baby.”

  One tap on her clit and she came apart. A scream flew from her lips as her back ar
ched off the bed. Her body vibrated with each new wave of pleasure flooding her core.

  Taking choppy breaths, she opened her eyes to meet his bright ones. With his cock still rock hard, he pulled out of her. In the moment it took her to gasp, she was on her stomach with him lifting her ass high in the air. She glanced over her shoulder to see him clenching his jaw.

  “Stay this way, baby,” he said with his voice low, rough. “I need inside you.”

  God, she needed him inside her, too. Again. Again. She’d never tire of him being in her, filling her. Digging her nails into the sheets, she leaned down and waited. He slid his hands down her back, kissed her cheeks, and a moment later pushed the head of his cock into her pussy. His thick shaft stretched her as he took her in a quick thrust.

  “Oh!” She whimpered low. Tension wound into a tight ball of need in her core. It shocked her how quickly she was ready to come. He drove forth and pulled back. Each slide slickening her pussy. His fingers bit into her hips, holding her in place. Another thrust. Harder now.

  “Yes! God, that feels good.”

  Her words seemed to propel him into increasing his speed. All she could do was enjoy the ride. His cock rubbed her pussy walls in a friction she’d pay to feel forever. A shiver raced down her spine, sparking never-used pleasure cells to life. She squeezed her pussy muscles around his cock.

  “Fuck!”

  He dropped to all fours behind her, not once missing a beat. He continued in a rapid pace that increased the sizzle in her blood with each glide. She was lost to the sensations. Lost to how close she was to flying.

  Then he rubbed her super-sensitized clit in quick flicks and sent her soaring.

  “Oh. My. God!”

  She became lost in the moment. In the fire and the waves of joy. Adrenaline filled her veins and gave her an almost giddy sensation she couldn’t push away. It grew with every contraction around his cock. His teeth scraped the back of her shoulder in a bite that only enhanced her orgasm. His thrusts stopped suddenly, his body tensed, and then he growled. His hand bit into her hip, his nails digging into her flesh hard enough to leave wounds.

  “You’re mine, Amie. There was never any doubt. Always mine.”

  His orgasm shook him hard enough that she felt it when he plastered his chest to her back. The bite turned painful enough to make her scream louder as he filled her with his seed. For long moments she continued to have aftershocks of mini orgasms. To her pleasure, he continued to jerk in her channel. Her pussy squeezed at his cock, not willing to give up a single drop of his cum.

  CHAPTER 23

  Amie couldn’t imagine ever giving this up again. To be wrapped in Frank’s arms, under warm blankets, snuggled up to his powerful body was heaven. She couldn’t think about it coming to end. That was too hard to accept.

  Frank kissed her shoulder. “I hear Mom downstairs. I think she’s going for a run. I’m going to join her. You stay in bed; it’s still really early.”

  She slid her hand down his chest. “Are you sure you don’t want to do something else while she’s gone?”

  “Hmm. When you put it that way . . .” Frank scooted back under the blanket. Then Amie realized she was being selfish. No mate of hers was going to neglect his mother. She smacked his ass.

  “Go with your mother. I’ll be here when you get back. There’s something I need to talk to you about. Later, with more time.” Frank kissed her forehead and hurried toward the door. “And don’t grill your mother on her date. She has a right to her privacy, regardless of what you may think.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” he said as he exited the room and went down the stairs. Not long after that the kitchen door opened and closed. She sighed and rolled onto his pillow, taking a deep breath of him. For the first time in a long time, she was happy.

  • • •

  Her eyes snapped opened. She must’ve fallen asleep and something woke her. Were Frank and his mom back? There wasn’t a clock in his bedroom, but by the sun’s brightness, she knew a bit of time had passed.

  Then she heard the sixth step on the stairs squeak. Someone was on the second floor. She waited for the door to open and Frank to walk in, but when that didn’t happen after a few seconds, she got up and put a robe around her.

  She opened the door to peek out and saw a man she didn’t recognize. When his eyes turned to slits and long canine teeth descended, she screamed and slammed the door closed. Running through the joining bathroom, she made her way into her room and locked her door.

  Next, her hands slid under the mattress, searching for Joey’s gun she’d stashed when she unpacked upon first arriving. Weapon in hand, she waited to see the man’s next move—whether that be continuing to beat on Frank’s bedroom door or coming to hers. Either way, she didn’t have much time.

  Her only escape would be the window overlooking the backyard. She pulled the window frame up and bent over the ledge. Nothing but siding between her and the ground. Yeah, not happening. How did she call for help? Her phone wasn’t in here. She spun around and yelled out the window for Frank. Mom said they had super-hearing. Let’s hope it was really super.

  The banging on Frank’s door stopped and then her bedroom door nearly popped its hinges. She dove for the closet, fear not caring if it was the first place the man would look. It was the only place to go. The bedroom door busted open. She tried to hold her breath to keep quiet, but her lungs and pounding heart demanded oxygen.

  “I smell you, Ms. Amerella Capone. Don’t think for one second that you have everyone in this town fooled.” His voice drew closer to the closet. “Now, you come out of there real nice-like and we’ll take a trip to Vegas to visit your family. I’m sure they’ll be glad to see you. Glad enough to hand over some money as a nice reward.” He was at the closet. Her time was up. Frank must not have heard her or was too far away to get home in time.

  Amie lifted the gun in front of her, arms straight out. She’d die before she went back to her uncle. The closet door swung open and the man’s face twisted into an ugly snarl, teeth dripping saliva, a growl escaping his throat. His clawed hand reached for her throat.

  She squeezed the trigger several times, knocking the man away and onto his back, landing in front of the window. Amie scurried out of the closet, gun still in front of her. The next thing she knew, another snarling creature with golden fur, teeth, and claws flew through the window. She fell backward, screaming and shooting again.

  The animal lurched to the side, crashed onto the wood floor, then skidded through the door and down the stairs. That was when she realized that must’ve been Frank in his cougar form. Shit!

  “Frank!” She skipped down the stairs to where his human body lay at the bottom, facedown, not moving. “Frank! Oh my god. Please say I didn’t kill you.”

  He groaned when she laid a hand on his back. “I haven’t fallen down those stairs since I was a toddler. They hurt more than I remember.”

  Frank’s mom, slipping on a robe, came around the corner. “Amie, we heard gunshots. What happened?”

  Amie scanned Frank for his bullet wound, too concerned over him to think about what Mom had asked. “Frank, did I miss shooting you? You’re not injured.”

  “Oh,” Mom said, “another shifter trait. Unless you hit a shifter in the head or heart, it’s difficult to kill one. When injured, we just need to shift to repair any structural or physical damage. Then good as new.”

  The man upstairs had to be a shifter. Did she hit him in the heart or head? She had no clue. To say her mind had been preoccupied with staying alive at the time would be an understatement.

  Amie walked back up the stairs and into her bedroom, Frank pushing ahead of her. Mom leaned over the intruder. There was a hole right in the middle of his forehead. “I’ve seen him before,” Mom said. “I think he’s a wolf. He probably saw the same news article I did and made a lucky guess.”

  “Yes,” Amie said. “When he
shifted his hand, it looked like a furry paw. “

  “Let’s take it downstairs and I’ll put it on the back porch until the police arrive,” Frank said.

  “Ewww,” both ladies said together.

  “Would you rather me leave it here?”

  “No,” Mom said. “Back porch would be perfect.”

  Amie sat at the kitchen table sipping tea after the breakfast Mom made for them. Perfect thing for right now. She could drink to stall the investigator’s answers, to make sure all she recalled was correct and not made up from fear or seeing things.

  Frank paced the porch with his phone stuck to his ear—had been for the last thirty minutes. The police chief came down the stairs. “Thank you, Mrs. Dubois and Ms. Capone, for your patience. We’ve got everything we need forensic-wise. No charges will be filed.”

  “Thank you, Chief, for coming out this morning.”

  “Never a problem, Mrs. Dubois. Good to see you again.” He stepped toward the back door, then stopped and turned back. “Also, I’d like to thank both of you for everything you’ve shown my wife. She’s happier than she’s been in a long time and socializing more. That’s good for us and the town.” He gave a nod and walked out the door.

  Frank hung up the phone and spoke to the chief for a few minutes before coming inside. “Well, I talked with others in DC. They ran prints on our guy and he’s just a local who has a long record of arrests and prosecutions.”

  “A long what?” Mom asked.

  “Rap sheet,” Frank explained. “Just like they say on TV. R-A-P sheet.”

  “Anything else on him?” Amie asked. “Maybe Mafia related?”

  He shook his head. “They didn’t find any connections.”

  “So are we safe to stay?”

  “Probably,” Frank said.

  That wasn’t good enough for Amie. She couldn’t let her uncle come to this town and hurt her friends while trying to find her. No, that wouldn’t be acceptable. Several hours had passed since the break-in this morning. She glanced at the clock. Surprisingly, it was almost time for lunch. Since Mom cooked breakfast, the least she could do was take them out to lunch before she and Frank left.