by Sophie Stern
Brandon
A lot of girls are nervous about having someone between their legs. Oh, not the sex part. That’s not the part that makes them uncomfortable. No, it’s the oral sex part that has people squirming.
I’m no spring chicken.
I’m no virgin.
I’ve been with plenty of women before, but none of them have let me just worship their bodies the way Rebecca is allowing me to.
No one has opened up and just relaxed the way she is.
No one has allowed me this pleasure the way she is.
And oh, I’m going to make it pleasurable for her.
I’m going to make it perfect.
Rebecca deserves this and more.
She deserves the sun and the moon and the stars and everything in between and I’m not going to stop licking her sweet pussy until she’s come at least twice. My goal is that before we’re done, she’ll be so tired she can’t walk.
That’s what I want for my princess.
“Don’t stop,” she groans again, grabbing my hair, guiding my head. She moves me where she wants me to lick, and I do as she likes. This is all about her, after all. I’ll give her anything she wants if it means she’ll keep looking at me like I’m the sexiest fellow in the world. I’ll do anything for Rebecca if it means making her cry out my name.
A lot of people think being the Alpha means bossing people around. They think I’m a cocky bastard who doesn’t need anyone but me.
They’re wrong.
I do need people.
An Alpha is only as good as his pack, and I’ve got a great one. I surround myself with wise, loving wolves who care as much about this community as I do. And now, I’m surrounding myself with a beautiful woman who looks at me like I can do anything.
She looks at me like I can save her.
She looks at me like I’m the only one she needs.
I lick Rebecca over and over again. I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my damn life. I’m fucking dying to be inside of her, but this is about her. This is about pleasing her. This is about making her feel like the princess she is, so I fight my arousal as I kiss her, lick her, tease her.
And then I’m rewarded when she thrusts her pelvis forward, closer to my face, and orgasms. It’s the most beautiful orgasm I’ve ever seen. Her entire body quivers as she starts whispering things I can’t quite make out. She’s covered in a thin layer of sweat and her body is flushed with excitement, but she’s gorgeous.
She’s the most fantastic thing I’ve ever seen.
And then she melts back into the bed.
I climb up over her, kissing her as I do.
“Brandon,” she murmurs.
“Yes, baby?”
“Thank you. That was…that was amazing.”
“No need to thank me, princess. That was only orgasm number one.”
“What?” Her eyes open wide. “How many more will there be?”
“A lifetime more. An eternity more. I’m going to make you come so much you can’t remember your own name. All you’ll remember is how much you love me.”
She giggles, and I kiss her, and I hold her for a minute.
“Tell me you’re ready,” I whisper. She doesn’t play coy and pretend not to know what I’m talking about. Instead, she nods.
“Mate me, Brandon. Mark me.”
I slide inside of her. I fill her with my cock, thrusting deep into her. She feels incredible. She feels amazing. Her groan lets me know she thinks the same about me.
I thrust into Rebecca over and over again, making love to her until she climaxes once more. Then it’s time. Then it’s time for me to mate my beautiful bride.
“Be mine, Rebecca. Forever and always. With this mark, I promise to love you. I promise to cherish you. I promise to give you everything I am and everything I will be. I promise to be with you until the end of time. I promise to be yours.”
I lift her unmarked wrist to my lips. I won’t mark her on the same side Chris did. That scar is a precious memory for her and I wouldn’t steal that from her. I wouldn’t mark her over her former mate’s mark. Instead, I shift my teeth into their wolf form and tear the skin on her opposite wrist. She cries out at the pain, but I lift her wrist to my lips and taste her blood. Then I seal the wound with my tongue.
“Your turn, princess.” I offer her my own wrist, but she shakes her head.
“I can’t…I can’t…”
“What?” My heart sinks suddenly. She can’t mate me? Is that what she’s going to say? But I needn’t have worried.
“I can’t shift partially,” she whispers, embarrassed. “I know most of us can, but I can’t. I’ve never been able to do that.”
“Don’t worry about it, princess. We’ll work on it.” She doesn’t have to be scared that I’ll judge her for something like that. Instead, I tear open my own wrist and offer it to her. The pain of the bite stings, but it’ll be over soon, and it’ll be so worth it.
“With this mark,” she whispers. “I promise to love you. I promise to cherish you and take care of you, Brandon. You’re the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me. I was lost in the darkness, and you saved me. I’ll love you forever, my Alpha.”
She lifts my wrist to her lips and licks, tasting me. Then she seals the wound with her tongue. She looks at the newly-formed scar on my wrist, then she presses her own wrist to mine.
“Mates,” she whispers, and I get a little teary-eyed. I shouldn’t cry just because I’ve mated the most beautiful woman in the world. I shouldn’t cry from happiness, but I sort of can’t help myself.
“Mates,” I repeat, and then I kiss her.
“You’ve made me come twice, Brandon,” Rebecca says. “Now it’s my turn.” Suddenly, I find myself on my back. She’s stronger than I realized. She flipped me over before I even realized what was happening.
Rebecca straddles me, sinking down onto me, and I have to admit that the view is incredible. She bounces on my cock, riding me like a fucking pro. She grinds against me as I reach up and play with her breasts, touching her.
“I can’t hold off much longer,” I admit. “I’m going to come soon, princess.”
“Do it,” she whispers. “Come in me, Brandon. Come inside of me, baby.”
And then I do.
All those things you read about in books?
The fireworks?
The brightness?
The feeling of complete contentment?
That’s what I feel when I come.
That’s when I feel when I come for Rebecca.
And when it’s over, and we’re holding each other in her room, I think I must be the luckiest damn wolf in the universe.
I’m the luckiest damn man in the world.
Epilogue
Rebecca
Six Months Later
Wolfe City is the cutest town I’ve ever been to and I never want to leave.
The good news is that I don’t have to.
As the Alpha’s mate, I can stay here forever with Brandon. I can stay here forever in our own little world of happiness, pleasure, and joy.
I can stay here forever and just be his.
I can stay here forever and just enjoy being part of a community that truly cares.
The bell above the door jingles and I glance up to see who’s entering The Dusty Shelf. When I see who it is, I jump up and run over. Then I wrap my arms around my mate.
“Hey baby,” he murmurs, kissing me. “How’s your day going?”
“Better now,” I say.
“I just wanted to wish luck on your first day,” he says. “Are you all ready?”
“Absolutely,” I kiss him again. Then we look around the bookstore together at all the changes we’ve made. The coffee and cake area is complete. The new chairs and sofas look incredibly cozy and welcoming. The New Releases stand at the front of the shop boasts several new books by great authors.
And the entire bookstore smells delicious.
What could be better?
&n
bsp; “I’m so proud of you, Rebecca,” Brandon kisses me again, and I’m swept off guard once more by just how incredible this man I’ve married really is. When I came to Wolfe City, I wasn’t looking for love. I wasn’t looking for an adventure. I wasn’t looking for anything.
When I came here, I was just trying to help my friend, but I got much more than I bargained for.
I got a mate.
I got a lover.
I got a best friend.
I got a happily ever after, and who could wish for more than that?
THE END
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Chapter 1
Hope
Hope.
That’s my name.
My parents struggled for years to have a baby and then finally, they had me. They named me Hope to remind themselves that things can always get better. No matter how tough life gets, there’s always a way to make things better.
Always.
It doesn’t matter if you’re old or young or skilled or uneducated. No matter what you’re going through, you can get through it.
As I grip the steering wheel of my beat-up Saturn so hard I think my hands might bleed, their words run through my mind.
“Sorry, Mama,” I whisper. “There’s no hope this time.”
The highway is empty and I’ve been driving for hours. I still have at least two to go until I reach beautiful, isolated, far-from-home Honeypot, Colorado.
I don’t know a damn thing about the town except that it’s a 12-hour drive from my rink-a-dink hometown in Missouri and that I have a job interview with some ranch.
Like I know anything about ranching.
That doesn’t matter though. I learned this great skill in drama class called “fake it ‘til you make it,” and that’s exactly what I plan to do.
Holbrook can kiss my ass and so can Jacob Clint. Did he really think I wouldn’t find out he was fucking my best friend?
Did she?
It’s been a month since I caught them fooling around, but the pain hasn’t dimmed. It took me a whole month to sell my stuff, give my landlord ample notice I was leaving, and set up this damn job interview.
I applied for a few gigs closer to home, but when I saw the posting for a ranch hand in Colorado, I couldn’t resist applying. I’m still shocked they liked my application. I’m still shocked they called me.
Granted, I could show up tomorrow and they might tell me to get lost, but it’s something new, something different, something brave.
It’s something to keep my mind off how badly my heart hurts.
I hope Jacob and Margaret are very happy together in hell.
I press the gas pedal a little bit harder.
I can’t wait to get to Nowhere, Colorado. Not too much further now. I blast my music and stare out the window, driving with one hand down the highway. My car is loaded with my life’s belongings. I sure as hell hope I get the job because if I don’t, I’m going to be stuck in Colorado with no house, no job, and no boyfriend.
Soon my stomach growls and I stop for a quick burger at a fast food place just off the highway. The only two things at the exit are a gas station and a fast food chain, so I eat my run-of-the-mill burger in silence, stretch my legs, and fill up the tank. My thoughts alternate between being horrified Jacob was the best I could do and being horrified that I won’t get the job.
I need the job.
Unfortunately, my thoughts are so focused that I don’t realize when the speed limit drops from 75 to 55 just outside of Honeypot. The sirens in the rearview mirror give me the notice and I growl in frustration as I pull over.
Dammit.
A ticket is not what I need right now. I barely have enough money saved for a hotel room while I’m in Honeypot. If I don’t get the job, or if I have a bunch of unexpected expenses, I will definitely be living out of my car.
This is a problem because my car is full of clothes, books, and trinkets I couldn’t leave behind.
Taking a deep breath, I place my hands on the steering wheel and wait for the officer to run my plates. I’ve never had a ticket before, but I’ve been pulled over, and I remember the cop explaining that he had to call in the license plate before he even came to speak with me.
After a few minutes, my heart finally begins to slow, and I realize that this was just an honest mistake. Besides, getting a ticket isn’t the worst thing that could happen to a girl like me. By the time the officer gets out of his car and walks toward mine, I’ve convinced myself that I’ll handle this like an adult.
I definitely will not cry in front of this stranger. Maybe I’ve been through a lot, but crying in front of strangers is definitely a hard limit for me. Unfortunately, as I begin to roll my window down – yes, my car is so old that I have to roll the window down – I catch a glimpse of the cop and he’s no tubby police officer.
No, this guy is tall, cut, and fit to be tied.
Dammit.
My mouth goes dry when he approaches and I’m very aware of the fact that I’ve been in a car all day and probably smell like stale French fries.
“Hello, ma’am,” the officer greets me, standing outside my window. He places one hand on top of my car and peers in the window at me. I swallow loudly as I stare at his aviators.
He’s so tall he almost has to bend in half to peek into my car. Suddenly, I wish I was wearing a low-cut shirt to give him a show. He smiles brightly, his perfectly white teeth shining in the evening sunset. And oh, is he filling out that uniform in all the right places.
“Fuck me,” I say out loud, and I immediately cover my mouth with my hand and start shaking my head. Shit! Shit. Shit. Shit. I did not mean to say that out loud. “I’m sorry,” I mumble, and look away, completely embarrassed. I can’t believe I just said that to a stranger.
To my surprise, the police officer doesn’t get upset, though. He just chuckles.
“New to the area?” He says, and I nod, but don’t say anything. “Well, do you know why I pulled you over?”
This is the part where I feign innocence. This is the part where I cry damsel, where I say that I just got out of a bad relationship and I’m trying to get a fresh start. This is the part where I say I didn’t know any better, where I missed the sign.
Only when he lowers his glasses and I see his deep brown eyes, I know I can’t lie to this cop.
Something tells me he’ll know whether I’m telling the truth or not.
Something tells me he doesn’t do lies.
“I was speeding,” I blurt out, and again, cover my mouth. What is with my bluntness around this guy?
He nods, and asks for my registration and driver’s license. I hand both over to him, cringing th
e entire time. He flips over my license and eyes my registration, then he asks me the question I’ve been dreading.
“And where are you headed, ma’am?”
I point to the exit that’s just up ahead, number 234.
“Honeypot,” I say. “I have a job interview tomorrow.”
“Is that so, miss?” He looks surprised, and I wonder why. I’m guessing not too many new people come to Honeypot. It’s basically in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dense forests. The last exit was about ten miles back, so I’d say it’s pretty isolated.
“It’s not full of murderers, is it?” I ask him on a whim, wondering what secrets I’ll discover in the tiny town. “Because if you say it is, I’ll turn right on back around.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “No murderers. No need to worry about that. Now, you just hold tight.” He heads back to his car and does something. I sit still, not bothering to play with my phone or pretend to listen to music. I don’t have anyone to text and I doubt I get cell service out here, anyway.
Lucky for me, dating Jacob really ruined my friendships, so I don’t have anyone to care that I’m gone. There’s no one to miss me, no one to call. Everyone hated him and when I was with him, I became this unrecognizable bitch. It was my own fault, but the truth still hurts.
Finally, the officer returns and gives me a ticket. He looks at me, all business, and tells me to slow down.
“Yeah,” I say, taking it glumly. I shove it in my glove compartment, along with my registration. My license goes back in my wallet. “I’ll do that.”
“Best of luck in Honeypot,” he says, trying to be friendly. I can tell he’s the kind of cop who takes pride in his work, who doesn’t give out tickets just to be mean. Still, it’s annoying he chose me to target for his ticket-writing today.
“Yeah. Thanks. I hear the Blair Ranch is beautiful,” I say, trying my best to stay calm. Don’t cry, Hope. Don’t think about how much this ticket is going to cost you, Hope. “Hopefully it’ll be everything it’s rumored to be.”