Alpha Province_Polar Opposites

by Becca Van

  “Well, he never carried me like you did, so I can’t be really sure, but if I had to hazard a guess, he wasn’t very strong. He didn’t have those ropey sinewy muscles you can see in slim, strong men. Now that I look back, he didn’t have any definition at all. He was mostly skin and bone. He was on the high school football team, but he was hardly ever on the field. He spent most of his time on the bench.”

  “So instead of admitting his own failures, he took his shortcomings out on you. I’d bet you’d have been able to take him down without much effort. You’re tall for a woman, but nowhere near as tall as us. You’re slim but, Emmy, you have curves in all the right places.” Jett caressed his hand down her back and gripped an ass cheek, rhythmically squeezing it. “You’re downright gorgeous, love, and I’d bet every last dollar I have that that fucker probably felt as if all his dreams had come at once when you accepted to go out with him.”

  “If that’s the case then why did he dump me after taking my virginity?”

  “Because he had no idea what he was doing and when he left you hanging he felt less of a man.” Jett threaded his fingers into her hair. “I’m glad he was such a loser and couldn’t face you because if he hadn’t been, you might never have ended up here with me, with us.” He kissed her lightly on the lips, released her, and turned the taps off.

  Emmy once more found herself trying to quell the tears stinging the back of her eyes. Jett had made her look at her ex in a new light. She’d never have even suspected that he’d dumped her because of his own weaknesses.

  He straightened and faced her again. “Are you ready for your bath, love?”

  Emmy nodded and took his proffered hand. The heat of the water was perfect, and she couldn’t wait to submerge her aching body into it. Jett stepped into the tub next to her and helped her into one of the molded seats. She sighed with pleasure as the water enveloped her stiff muscles, leaned her head back on the edge of the tub, and closed her eyes.

  “Is it too hot for you, love?” Jett asked as he sat beside her.

  She opened her eyes and met his gaze. “No, it’s perfect.”

  “You’re perfect, Emmy.”

  “No one is perfect, Jett. No matter how much we might sometimes wish it were true, none of us are infallible.”

  “You’re right, love. It’s human nature to fuck up now and then, but we wouldn’t learn if we didn’t.”

  “Some people never learn,” Emmy said.

  “And that’s their downfall, sweetheart. Life is a riskful learning curve, but ignoring those lessons is just plain stupidity.”

  “You’re right.”

  Jett shifted in his seat until he was facing her more directly and cupped her face between his big, manly hands. Her desire, which had gone down to simmering embers, roared back to life and she shivered.

  Jett’s nostrils flared and his brown eyes glazed over with hunger. He slowly leaned down and stopped until his mouth hovered less than an inch from hers. His warm, sweet breath puffed out over her lips, causing her to moan. “Do you want me, love? Do you want me to make love with you and claim you as mine for all time?”

  Emmy reached up and covered his hands with her smaller, wet ones. “More than anything.”

  Jett groaned. “God, but you’re perfect.”

  She didn’t get a chance to respond because he breached the gap and took her mouth with his. Emmy curled her fingers around his hands and held on tight as he ravished her mouth. His tongue licked into her depths, and even though she felt herself falling forward, she did nothing to stop it. Her shoulder and the side of her breast pressed against his chest as their tongues swirled and twirled around each other’s in an erotic dance of need.

  She didn’t care that she felt as if she was losing herself in him. All that mattered was the next glide of his tongue, the feel of his hands as they left her face, caressed over her shoulders and down her arms. He lifted his hands from her arms and gripped her waist, lifting her from her seat and over his lap. When he broke the kiss they both sucked in noisy breaths as they filled their burning lungs, but she silently bemoaned the broken erotic connection. Jett’s kisses were so good they made her burn for more. Her empty, hungry pussy clenched on nothing, and she sobbed with frustration. She opened her eyes to meet his gaze, about to ask him why he’d stopped, but the words wouldn’t come when she saw the blazing need in those amazingly gorgeous brown eyes.

  Without saying a word, Jett tugged her closer until her wet pussy was pressed against his hard, throbbing cock. And it was throbbing. Every time it pulsed against her pussy her clit beat in time with his erection.

  “Lift up, love,” Jett ordered in a breathless hoarse tone.

  Emmy shifted on his lap until her knees were pressed on the fiberglass seat beside his hips and she raised her ass from his thighs.

  He released one of her hips and pressed a hand between them. She moaned when his fingers brushed over her sensitive labia and then groaned when he swirled his finger around her aching clit. When he caressed down through her folds toward her entrance, she held her breath.

  She gasped when he dipped the tip of a finger into her wet pussy and sobbed with pleasure when he stroked the rest of the way inside of her.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet and tight, love,” Jett rasped out. “Am I hurting you? Are you too sore, Emmy?”

  “No. Please?” She whimpered when he started to pump his finger in and out of her sheath.

  “Please what, love?”

  “Please will you get inside of me,” she half demanded, half asked.

  Jett chuckled. “It will be our pleasure, love.” He removed his finger from her vagina, gripped his cock, and glided the tip through her cream-coated folds.

  “Stop teasing me, Jett.” She grasped hold of his shoulders, digging her short nails into his skin.

  Jett froze. “Say it again,” he growled.

  “Say what again?” She frowned.

  “Say my name again, love,” Jett demanded.

  “Jett.”

  Emmy gasped as he surged up into her pussy filling her with half his thick length.

  “You okay, love?”

  She shook her head.

  “Did I—”

  Emmy leaned forward until her lips brushed over his. “I’m not made of glass, Jett. I want you. Give me everything you’ve got.”

  “If you’re sure, Emmy.”

  “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

  His grip on her hips firmed and he held her slightly aloft as he drew his cock out to the tip, and then he shoved in hard, fast and deep. Every single nerve ending inside of her came to life, and after only a couple of strokes, Emmy was teetering right on the edge of ecstasy.

  * * * *

  Jett was in awe of his mate. She’d accepted him and his friends after so little time, and now she was letting him claim her. Her cunt was so tight and wet, the moment he’d pressed the head of his dick into that heat, the base of his spine had started tingling. His polar bear was going nuts inside of him, chuffing and moaning as if trying to egg him on. Jett didn’t need anyone or anything to egg him on in the slightest. His only aim was to make sure Emmy reached her peak before he did.

  He slanted his mouth over hers, stroking in between her lips with his tongue. She whimpered, her nails digging harder into his shoulders, and then she started moving in sync with him.

  His cock pulsed and throbbed, but he pushed his need to come to the back of his mind, concentrating on giving his mate pleasure, but the angle wasn’t quite right. When he drew back this time, he lifted her off of him, but before she could protest he spun them around and placed her on her knees facing away from him. For a moment, he wished he hadn’t filled the bath so much, because then he’d be able to see her ass and pretty cunt, but he’d have time to savor all of those things for the rest of his life.

  Jett aligned his cock with her pussy and drove in deep.

  “Oh,” Emmy moaned as she gripped the rim of the tub with a white-knuckled grip. “So g
ood. I never knew…”

  Jett didn’t give her a chance to finish what she’d been saying. He retreated and then slammed back into her. When her body was shoved forward, he mentally cursed himself, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her back toward him.

  And then he pounded in and out of her hot, wet cunt.

  She gasped and groaned. Whimpered and sobbed as the pleasure took them bother higher and higher.

  The tingles at the small of his back moved around to encompass his hard balls and then traveled toward the base of his dick. He only had seconds before he was going to tip over the edge.

  Jett cupped one of Emmy’s breasts in his hand, pinching and plucking at the nipple as he moved his other hand down toward her mound. He cupped her pussy and dipped a finger between her folds. As soon as he found her clit he caressed over the small engorged bud with firm strokes.

  He growled when her cunt rippled around and along his dick, and her whole body tensed as her breath hitched in her throat.

  Jett pumped into her three more times, and then she was screaming.

  He withdrew with a yell and as he surged back into her pulsating pussy, he started to come. He shook and shivered as euphoric nirvana washed over and through him as cum spewed from the tip of his dick. Streaks of white light flashed before his eyes, and even though he tried to blink his vision clear, the flashes were all he could see.

  His polar bear lurched forward the second his canines elongated into sharp points, and after a quick swipe of his tongue over the flesh of her shoulder next to Declan’s claiming mark, he struck deep.

  Thunderous rumbles assaulted his ears and his heart flipped as it filled with jubilant sentiment. His dick continued to jerk and judder, and his balls grew tender as more and more cum spumed up his shaft.

  The mating bond snapped into place. Tears of joy welled and rolled down his face as the emptiness in his heart diminished to be replaced with Emmy, with love and wonder.

  Never in a million years would Jett have suspected he’d be connected to another person on such a deep, profound level. In fact, he’d pushed away all hope of finding and having a mate to love and stand by his side. Now, here he was, one of the happiest men alive with the love of his life in his arms.

  Nothing was more perfect than Emmy, or having her to love for the rest of his days.

  Jett would give his life to keep her safe without a qualm. She was his very reason to keep breathing, and if he didn’t have her with him, then he had nothing.

  She was his heart and soul, every beat of his heart.

  Emmy Warren was his everything.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Murphy wished he had eyes on the bitch. Not long after he had returned to the hotel with the tour group, she’d disappeared with the three men who’d been tending bar and taking meal orders.

  He’d caught a break while looking for her when she had gone through Fortuna. Who’d have thought there would have been a camera mounted on one of the buildings at the Soo Line Railroad branch? When he hadn’t picked her up on any of the CCTV cameras in Crosby, he’d taken a punt and turned left toward Ambrose.

  It had been easy to worm his way into the tourist group. Handing the guide two Benjamin Franklins had sealed the deal. He’d parked his car on the outskirts of town and had been lucky enough to wave the driver of the small bus down. Of course, before he’d done that he’d spent time sitting in his car using whatever he could to change his appearance.

  He didn’t think the bitch had any idea what he looked like, but he wasn’t about to let her see his face if he could help it.

  Murphy had donned a baseball cap to hide his buzz cut, and he’d also put on a large T-shirt he’d had in his bag to hide his muscles. Hunching his shoulders and stooping also helped to keep him nondescript.

  At first the tour guide bus driver had been suspicious, but when Murphy had told the dickhead that his car had broken down and he had to wait for parts to be shipped in so he could get it fixed, he’d conceded. Especially after he’d told the idiot that he may as well take in the sights while he waited.

  He wished he hadn’t joined the group because now he had to follow through on his lie about seeing the area. He’d been bored out of his mind as the guide had droned on and on about the history of the county and Murphy had tuned the fucker out.

  All morning while they’d explored the history of how Ambrose and the abandoned buildings beyond the town limits had come to be, he’d been trying to come up with a plan to get his hands on that slut.

  Other than getting her alone, there were a lot of other problems he needed to skirt around, too. Namely the locals. He’d pegged them as military from the start, and that fact just made his goal harder.

  Murphy wasn’t sure what to do, but he did know he needed a diversion of some sort.

  The million-dollar question, though, was what.

  * * * *

  Emmy sighed and snuggled deeper under the covers. She was aware of the heat radiating off of Jett as he cuddled her from behind, and while she knew she probably should get up, she was so comfortable she didn’t want to move.

  She didn’t remember anything after Jett making love with her until she was screaming and then him claiming her, and she figured she’d passed out again.

  “How are you feeling, love?” Jett rasped out.

  She had no idea how he knew she was awake but guessed it was due to his shifter hearing. He’d probably heard her heart rate and breathing pick up as she surfaced from sleep.

  “Good,” she whispered.

  Jett lifted his arm from around her waist, and she immediately wanted to tell him to put it back. Emmy couldn’t remember before meeting Jett, Brooks, and Declan, the last time someone had just held her, hugged her. It was the best feeling in the world, and she suspected it had to do with the men rather than just wanting contact with another human being.

  Jett shifted away from her, gripped her hip, and rolled her onto her back. She blinked the sleep haze from her eyes, and when she was able to focus, found him leaning up on his elbow watching her. He smiled, leaned down, and kissed her softly on the lips.

  “Are you tender, love?”

  Emmy blushed. Usually she would have glanced away, and although she wasn’t used to talking about her body with other people, she knew she had no reason to be embarrassed. How could she when Jett, Declan, and Brooks had seen everything? Telling her heart and mind, that was another story. She wasn’t used to others caring how she felt.

  “A little.” She licked her dry lips. “I passed out again, didn’t I?”

  Jett grinned. “You did.”

  “You guys should come with a warning label.”

  Jett laughed. “You’re the one that needs a warning label, love. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.” He kissed the tip of her nose.

  “What time is it?”

  “Why does it matter?”

  “Because I want to help. I can’t just do nothing, Jett. I’m used to being independent, to working. I can’t just sit around twiddling my thumbs.”

  “Are you sure you want to work in the bar?”

  “I’m sure.”

  “Okay, then let’s get dressed and head downstairs. I can show you where everything is and how we run the place.” Jett flung the covers back and rolled to his feet. He held his hand out to her, and when she took it, he dragged her across the mattress and then helped her up.

  Emmy walked over to the bag she had on the dresser and started rifling through it for some clean clothes.

  “Why haven’t you unpacked yet, Emmy?”

  She glanced his way as she began to dress. “I wasn’t sure how long I’d be staying and didn’t want to have to pack again, in case I needed to get away fast.”

  Jett frowned as he tugged his T-shirt over his head and then walked toward her. “And now?” He cupped her face between his hands.

  She placed her hands over his and sighed with contentment.
“And now I need to put my things away and get the rest of my stuff out of the car.”

  “I’m glad you’ve got more, love. You barely have enough clothes here to last half a week.”

  Emmy nodded. “Yeah, I know. There’s not much in my car either.”

  “Were you struggling financially, Emmy?”

  Emmy nodded as heat suffused her cheeks. “I made a decent wage, but with all my student loans to pay off and the cost of my apartment in Houston, there was barely enough cash left for me to buy food.”

  “Damn, love, that must have been hard.”

  “At times, but there are a lot of people worse off than I was.”

  “What did you study in college?” he asked.

  “Business management.”

  “Wow, that’s awesome, love. You’ll be able to help out with more than just serving behind the bar.”

  “I’d like that.”

  “You don’t need to worry about money anymore, Emmy. You can buy whatever you want. We have enough money—”

  Emmy placed a finger over his lips. “I’m not taking your money, Jett.”

  Jett grasped her wrist, kissed the tip of her finger, and then wrapped his arms around her waist. “We have more money than we know what to do with, love. There’s no way we could spend it in this lifetime.”

  “I don’t—you do?” She frowned.

  Jett nodded. “We won the lottery just after we retired from the military.”

  “Oh,” Emmy said. “I’m happy for you all, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to spend your money. It’s yours.”

  “Emmy, would you spend your husband’s money if you were married?”

  “Maybe, but not all the time. I like to feel needed, Jett. It’s not in my makeup to sit back and watch the world go by. I’d be bored out of my brains.”

  “You are so fucking amazing,” Jett whispered reverently just before he slanted his mouth over hers.

  She was gasping for air when he broke the kiss. “I’m not amazing, Jett. I’m a normal woman. Whatever normal is.”

  “Nope, I can’t agree with you on that.” He caressed a hand up and down her back and rubbed his chin on the top of her head. “To me, to us, you’re the moon and stars. You’re our sunshine, Emmy. Life was and would be very dark if you weren’t in ours.”