Her Alphas

by Gabrielle Holly

  Jenny had been the worst. Though the two before her had settled down considerably after the first lunar cycle, Jenny had maintained her hate-filled rage throughout three. During the third moon week, Jenny had outdone herself, at one point threatening that she would “slice your belly wide open and slide around on your guts, you fucking cow!”

  When the two women had headed into the cave on the fourth week, Gwen wondered if Jenny would ever gain enough control to roam free under the full moon. The human consort had settled into the old rocking chair outside the cell, plucked a tattered paperback from the basket and pretended to read.

  On that night, the book was just a prop—something to rest her gaze on so she wouldn’t have to meet Jenny’s glare. She didn’t want her charge to know exactly how frightened she was. Gwen glanced up a couple of times and found the new werewolf sitting on the cot, fidgeting with her clothes and toying with the edge of the thin mattress. Maybe she’s as scared as I am.

  When the moon had risen high enough to cast its rays through the skylight in the cell, Jenny had stood and slowly stripped naked. Her attention seemed riveted to the ceiling and Gwen waited for the agitated pacing and ranting to begin. It never did.

  Instead, Jenny’s arms hung loosely at her sides and the pale yellow light washed over her expressionless face. She could have been any young woman out stargazing. When the change began, she barely seemed to notice. Even when the silky blonde fur erupted from every pore and her tiny upturned nose stretched into a long snout filled with sharp teeth, she barely flinched.

  Gwen had dropped her book back into the basket and watched in fascination. This shift was like none she’d ever witnessed before. Rather than violent and grotesque, Jenny’s change was so beautiful that it conjured up images of a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.

  The next six nights were more of the same. Jenny seemed to embrace each transformation and when Gwen unlocked the cell door on the last morning of the fourth cycle, one word echoed in her mind.

  Serene.

  * * * * *

  Present

  “Serene,” Gwen finally said in answer to Alex’s question. “She seemed so calm on that last cycle. Almost like she’d been drugged.”

  Alex set down his fork and turned his gaze toward the cabin’s ceiling, as if he were trying to work something out.

  “Well, that must be it,” he finally said. “I’ve thought since the beginning that her former drug use was causing her strange behavior. I guess it just took a while for the damage to her brain to heal. Maybe the regeneration of the cells kind of went into overdrive in the process and dumped a big dose of endorphins into her system during that fourth moon week.”

  “What about her little cottontail snack today in the clearing?” Tommy interjected.

  The annoyance in Alex’s expression was obvious as he turned toward Tommy, then Gwen. “You told him?”

  Tommy laughed. “Dude, don’t start pissing all over, marking your territory. She didn’t tell me anything. You guys were like twenty feet away from me clucking about it like a pair of old hens. Doggies aren’t the only ones with excellent hearing.”

  Gwen glanced back at Alex and thought he looked almost embarrassed by the obvious oversight. He cleared his throat and sat up a bit straighter. “I don’t know—relapse maybe. I’m going to chalk it up to youth and inexperience. Jenny’s what—nineteen—twenty?”

  “She is twenty-two,” Sergei said quietly.

  “Okay, twenty-two. Even as a human, she probably didn’t have much self-control. She’s by far the youngest in the pack. You’re just going to have to remind your mate of the rules, Sergei.”

  The Russian nodded and took another swig from his bottle of beer.

  Alex stood and gathered up his plate and silverware. “Well, let’s just take a wait-and-see attitude. I think we’ve answered all of the questions we can tonight.”

  “Not all of the questions,” Tommy offered. “The human has one.”

  Gwen’s brow knitted. “No I don’t.”

  He winked at her. “Oh sure you do. You were just wondering earlier, ‘boxers or briefs?’”

  The sensation of Alex’s glare only heightened Gwen’s embarrassment. She wasn’t sure if she was more upset about her lover’s anger or the fact that the Cat King could read her mind.

  Tommy reached across the table and grabbed Gwen’s hand. “Just to put your curiosity to rest, sweetheart, the answer is neither. Underneath these jeans I’m au naturel. If you’d ditch that mutt, I’d be happy to show you.”

  He punctuated the statement with another playful snarl and in a blink of an eye, furniture and dishes were clattering against the kitchen floor. Though the table had been overturned, Gwen remained frozen in her chair, unable to move as she watched the melee unfold.

  The werewolf alpha had the leader of the Cat People by the throat. Alex’s clothing strained as the shift overtook him. Before he had fully transformed, Tommy Longtree’s jeans and tank top were hanging awkwardly from the sleek body of a large mountain lion.

  Bob and Jezebel were barking madly and Gwen’s eyes widened as Sergei Markov burst into full werewolf form. The violence of the change shredded his clothing. The former basketball player was over seven-feet tall as a human. In an instant at least a half foot was added to his height. His fur-covered arms were almost impossibly long and he used it to his advantage.

  Stepping between the two alpha males, Sergei grabbed each by the scruff, and swiftly separated them. “This must stop!” he demanded in a gravelly, otherworldly voice.

  The man-beasts struggled against the big Russian’s grip for a gut-wrenching moment before finally calming and shifting back to their human forms. As if waiting to make sure they were under control, Sergei remained werewolf for a moment longer.

  With all the commotion, Gwen hadn’t heard Jenny come out of the bedroom.

  “What the hell?” the little blonde asked.

  Sergei turned toward her voice and when he finally did shift back, he seemed unfazed by his nakedness.

  Gwen had seen the former alpha’s impressive assets on one other occasion, but she couldn’t help but glance between his legs. The surge of adrenaline through her body, the supernatural energy clouding the room, and the sight of that massive cock were a heady combination. Gwen felt as if she were in a dream state and she was incredibly turned on.

  A gush of cream dampened her crotch as she imagined what was hidden beneath Tommy’s jeans and what it would be like to fuck him. Or perhaps him and Alex. Her fantasy was interrupted when Alex spun around to face her and a low growl rumbled from his chest. Tommy chuckled as if pleasantly surprised.

  Heat spread from Gwen’s pussy up to her face and she knew her cheeks must be bright red. She was more primed than she’d ever been and—despite a gnawing embarrassment beneath her arousal—she didn’t blink under the alpha’s feral stare.

  * * * * *

  “You wanted him!” Alex stormed when the others had gone. It wasn’t a question. It was an accusation.

  Gwen stood in the wreckage of the scuffle, hands fisted at her side and that maddening, indignant expression on her face. The scent of her arousal was thick in the air and Alex was pumped with adrenalin.

  Crossing her arms under her breasts, she met his glare without flinching. No other female—human or werewolf—had the wherewithal to do that. Why aren’t you afraid?

  Gwen’s courage was part of what drew him to her and the thing that confused him the most. Her home had just been torn apart by two werewolves and a mountain lion shifter and she was acting as if they’d just had a spat over who was going to do the dishes.

  Besides the supernatural brawl, she had to know he could sense her arousal and her obvious attraction to Tommy Longtree. You wanted him.

  “Didn’t you?” he snarled.

  “Yes!” she finally shouted. “Yes, I wanted him and I want you. Do you think you’re the only one who can get turned on, Alex?”

  She shook her head. “I sit here for three
weeks every month while you’re in L.A. and I wait for you. I want you every day, Alex. Not just twenty-five percent of the time. But that’s all you’re offering, so I wait! In the meantime, I have to deal with all kinds of crazy from this fucking pack.”

  Her face was flushed and the scents of anger and desire seeped from every pore. The perfume of her emotions was an irresistible aphrodisiac, but it was her admission that drove Alex wild. She’d wanted them both.

  Alex could imagine her moans if the two supernatural leaders were to work in harmony to bring her unimaginable pleasure. So fucking hot.

  He took a deep breath and walked toward her. When he got close enough, Gwen unfolded her arms and pressed her palms against his chest, pushing him back. “Don’t,” she muttered and looked away.

  “Don’t what?” he said, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to her sides.

  “I mean it, Alex.”

  But when she looked up him, she bit her lip. The scent of fresh pussy juice wafted up to him and his erection strained against his fly.

  “Do you want me?” he asked.

  She turned her head.

  “Answer me, Gwen. All you have to do is say no and I’ll go home and take a cold shower.”

  Alex ground his teeth as he waited for her reply. Answer me.

  Boldly meeting his glare she gave him a crooked smile. “No.”

  Gathering both wrists in one hand, Alex reached behind her head, grabbed a handful of hair and yanked. When her throat was exposed, he licked a line from her collarbone, up the side of her neck to her ear. He dragged the tender lobe between his teeth then growled softly, “No?”

  “No,” she whispered.

  Letting go of her wrists, Alex reached between her legs and grabbed hard at her crotch. She gasped and he massaged the fleshy mound. He could feel the damp heat through her jeans. He sucked loudly at the side of her neck before pressing his lips to her ear again. “No? Do you want me to stop?”

  Gwen wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his scruffy cheek. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”

  “Mm,” he responded. He nipped at her skin then stepped back to look at her.

  She’d worn a low-cut top and her big breasts overflowed the scooped neckline. Alex flattened a palm against the outside of each then pushed them inward, lengthening her already incredible cleavage. He buried his face in the soft divide then nodded, knowing that his whiskers would prickle against her tender skin.

  “Alex, please,” she whispered.

  He stood, moved his thumbs over her nipples, and teased the hard nubs through her shirt. “Please what?”

  “Please fuck me.”

  She gasped when he lifted from her feet, carried her to her room and dropped her none too gently on the bed. “Take your clothes off,” he demanded then he pulled his shirt over his head.

  When they were both naked, he stood beside the bed and she lay back against the quilt. His cock was so hard it ached. Sweeping his gaze over her beautiful curves, Alex reached down and stroked himself. “So you want to get fucked by two men?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Tell me what you would do.”

  Gwen moved one hand to her breast and the other between her legs. “I would ride one big cock while I sucked on the other.”

  Fantasy images exploded in Alex’s mind. He climbed on top of her, grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head. “Keep these here,” he commanded then crushed his lips against hers.

  She moaned and writhed beneath him as he planted kisses down her throat and chest, then sucked a rigid nipple into his mouth. He teased the hardened flesh with his tongue, stopping when he felt her fingers sweep through his hair.

  Jerking away from her breast, he roughly snatched up her wrists and placed them back over her head. “I told you to keep these here. Do you understand?”

  Her eyes widened and she nodded.

  “Good,” he growled, then turned his attention back to her tits, licking, sucking and nipping at each in turn.

  “Please,” she panted.

  Snaking one hand between their bodies, he slid a finger inside her dripping sex. When she tilted her hips, he added a second. “God, you’re so tight,” he moaned against her chest.

  The smell of her made his mouth water and he licked a trail over her soft belly, sliding down her body as he went. He forced open her legs with his shoulders then sucked hard at her plump inner thigh.

  She arched her back and her moans spurred him on. Touching his nose to her curls, he breathed in the musky perfume. Groaning with need, he plunged his fingers in and out of her and then lapped up the cream that gathered around them. “So wet. So sweet,” he muttered against her hot lips.

  Like a starving man, he ate at her pussy. Her breath quickened and the sounds she made told him she was close. “Come for me, baby. Come for me,”

  Sucking her hard little clit between his lips, he forced a third finger into her and felt her buck and convulse. She cried out his name then grasped the back of his head and pulled at his hair.

  Reaching back to grab her wrists, Alex slid up her body and pinned them back over her head. “I thought I told you!” he snarled.

  Holding her arms with one hand, he reached down, positioned his shaft at her slick entrance then buried it to the hilt with one mighty thrust. She cried out at the assault.

  Mine.

  Tightening his grip on her wrists, he slid his other arm under one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder. When she was spread wide for him, he plunged wildly and her breaths came out in grunts.

  “You like my big cock, baby?”

  “I love it,” she panted.

  “You want two big cocks?”

  “God, yes!”

  With his arm still looped around her thigh, he brought his cream-covered fingers up to her mouth and forced them between her lips.

  “You want one deep in your pussy and one in your mouth like this?”

  Gwen slurped at his fingers and moaned her answer. The feeling was incredible. His balls tightened and he knew he was past the point of no return. Her inner walls clamped down on him and the ripples of her next orgasm sent Alex over the edge. He exploded inside her and her muscles contracted to milk him dry.

  Alex collapsed on top of her, then rolled onto his back, taking her with him. As his breathing slowed, he stroked the silky skin along her spine. His body was satisfied, but his mind was reeling. Since becoming a werewolf, every one of Alex’s senses had been magnified. Sex in general was unimaginably good, but sex with Gwen was on an entirely different plane. She was unlike any woman—or supernatural—he’d been with, and he’d been with plenty.

  Gwen snuggled against his body and kissed his chest. The place where her lips met his skin felt electrified. Who are you?

  Chapter Seven

  The late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting shadows across the quilt. Alex’s chest was warm beneath Gwen’s cheek and she concentrated on the thud of his heartbeat as she waited for sleep.

  Between Jenny’s bizarre behavior in the forest and rowdy supernatural beings in her kitchen, the stress had knotted her muscles. Alex had given Gwen the release she needed and she let exhaustion fall over her like a heavy blanket.

  Gwen’s breathing slowed and her limbs felt deliciously heavy. After a nap and a shower, she’d be good as new. Knowing they’d be ravenous when they awoke, Gwen mentally took inventory of the fridge and cupboards. Spaghetti and a tossed salad would be quick and easy. She wondered if cougars liked pasta. She smiled at the thought and sleep was upon her when she was jolted awake by the ring of Alex’s cellphone.

  * * * * *

  Just before dusk, Gwen slipped the amulet around her neck, patted her coat pocket to check for her cell then stepped out onto the cabin porch. “Time to go, Charlie,” she said to Talbot’s newest resident, then turned to shut the door.

  The meek little man was following so closely that he bumped into her. “Sorry,” he muttered.

  Lay
ing a hand on his shoulder, Gwen smiled at him. “It’s going to be okay. Tonight will be the worst of it, but it’ll get easier.”

  A cold front had moved in and the frost-covered ground crunched under their feet as they hiked the narrow path through the forest. When the trail sloped downward, Charlie lost his footing and fell on his ass. He stood, brushed off the seat of his jeans, then shook his head. “I think I’m more scared now than when that thing jumped me,” he said.

  Gwen was taken by how high and feminine his voice was. “Try to relax, Charlie. You’re in good hands.”

  The fledgling nodded and took a deep breath as if trying to calm himself. Alex had dressed the man’s wounds, but dried blood stained the collar of his shredded camouflage hunting jacket and made his round face look even paler.

  Charlie Kerrigan was short, paunchy, and looked more like an accountant than an outdoorsman. He’d been attacked just before dawn while bow hunting about forty miles from Talbot.

  Charlie had told them that after dragging himself to his truck, he’d just started driving, not sure where he was going. “I blew right past the exit for the county hospital and followed the back roads until I saw that Luna Farms sign. I can’t explain why I did it. It’s like I couldn’t help myself.”

  Sergei Markov had been waiting in his front yard for the man he said he’d sensed was coming. “He had pissed himself,” Gwen had heard him whisper to Alex.

  Not long ago, Gwen would have thought that Charlie had been incredibly lucky to have stumbled into a werewolf enclave just hours before turning into one himself. But she had heard similar stories from almost every pack member she’d met. After being bitten, they were inexplicably drawn to Talbot. Alex told her that the same was true for groups all over the world. Once the wolf was in a man’s blood, the draw of the pack was too strong to resist.

  Some had a few weeks to find their way, but Charlie had been bitten on the first morning of moon week. They’d barely had time to clean him up and give him something to eat before sunset. The man had been in shock and Gwen wondered how much of Alex’s hurried instructions had sunk in.