Furbitten Falls Alpha's: A Wolf Shifter Mpreg Romance Bundle

by Preston Walker

  “I need to take a good look at you too,” he said, shrugging his shirt off so it fell to the ground. “If you get to take a proper look at me, it’s only fair that I get to take a proper look at you.”

  He walked over to me and pulled my jacket off my shoulders. The scent of him was intoxicating, so dizzying it made me feel faint. How much more of this could I take? He then started to unbutton my shirt, button by button, slowly working his fingers down my chest, his touch white hot and burning, my mind reeling as I thought about all the things I wanted to do to him.

  My breath came in short bursts and he couldn’t undo those buttons quick enough, as far as I was concerned. Somehow I managed to stop myself from grabbing him and throwing him down onto the ground and taking him then, but I was close, I was rock hard in my dress pants and ready for him, and I could smell that he was ready for me too.

  His hands started chasing across my chest but I grabbed them before he could get too carried away. I didn’t want him to be in control of this, I needed to take him. I had to, every fibre of my being screamed out for me to do something, to take action. I was tense, full of adrenaline and so unbelievably high off the scent of him that I had to do something. I leaned in close to him. “I want you so much,” I growled, unable to hold that thought to myself any longer.

  “I want you too.”

  We both started to undress, Tate taking off his shoes and pants quicker than anyone I’d ever seen, me doing the same, shrugging my shirt to the floor too. I stood in my briefs, my cock leaking, a dark, wet patch on the front of the red fabric. Tate wasn’t fairing much better. I could see the slick of him in the mirror. He was ready. I was ready.

  He slipped his fingers into the waistband of his lime green boxer briefs and started to pull at them, showing me the top of his pubic hair, the trunk of his rock hard cock. I couldn’t take it anymore. I crossed the room towards him and pulled him into a kiss, the aggression soliciting a groan from him as I kissed him hard.

  His naked chest pressed into mine, my hair on his smooth skin, the warmth of him, all of it sent my brain into overdrive. I had to have him; I just had to have him now.

  I spanked his ass, muffling his cry with my own mouth, still kissing him. I spanked him again and he moaned. When I let him go, he didn’t waste any more time, pulling down his underwear and letting me get a full view of that gorgeous cock. It was long, thick and dripping. I wanted to eat it up, but I would have to save it for another time because the wolf within me was dying to be at one with him, dying to be inside him.

  I swept my arms along the dressing table, sending pots of hair wax and cans of hairspray and deodorant clattering to the floor, all things we could clear up later. I just needed Tate. Everything was Tate and only Tate.

  “Get on the table,” I barked. He did as he was told, he sat on the table and laid back so he looked up at me, watching as I pulled my briefs down and let my cock bounce free. It was leaking precum, glistening in the light. I took my hand and rubbed it up and down my thick dick, lubing myself up, getting it ready for him.

  “Wow,” Tate breathed. “I just can’t believe this is happening,” he said, lying back. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

  I lifted his legs and lined myself up with his hole, feeling the slickness of him, the heat of him radiating onto my cock. I was getting ready to push in when he suddenly lifted his head, a look of slight panic on his face. Had I done something wrong? Had he changed his mind?

  “Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

  “What is it?” I asked. “Is everything okay? Do you… Do you want to stop?”

  “No, fuck no,” he said. “I just…” He took a moment. Whatever he was about to say, this was really hard for him. “I haven’t done this before.”

  “What?”

  “I’m a virgin, Chasen,” he said, his cheeks flushing pink. “I’ve done other stuff but I’ve never done this.”

  I had no idea. Tate always made himself out to be such a player; it was impossible to believe that he had never done this before. But if that’s what he was telling me, I had no reason to not believe him.

  I reached down and let my hand caress his face, the softness of his skin against my hand, a little spark between us that sent a jolt running along my skin. I wanted him to know I wasn’t just here for this, that this was so much more than sex to me. While everything had been so frantic, our hands overlapped, our kisses aggressive and hard. My mind was purely with him. I wanted him. I locked eyes with him and held his gaze as best I could, falling into the deep, sea of his eyes, letting him breathe me in.

  I was enough. He flashed me a grin, a little spark, a little shock that kick started us again, my heart rate skyrocketed. My pulse raced, my fingers desperate to touch him, to be all over him.

  He pulled himself close to me, pressing the heat of our bodies together, skin on skin, fire on fire. I pressed my fingers into him drawing them down his back and he groaned into my shoulder, the vibrations pinging around my head, the groan I wanted to hear forever. And there, in my fingertips, was the spark again, jolting through us, reanimating us, sending us back into our frenzied state and we were off again.

  He pulled away from the embrace and kissed me hard on the mouth, his hands on the sides of my head. He was shaking, so jittery that it was like he vibrated.

  He got back onto the table and gave me his legs, giving me a chance to line up with him once again. Fuck, the heat of him. He was on fire and it was all I could do not to push myself right into him, but I wanted him to enjoy it. I wanted this to be his pleasure as well as mine.

  Slowly I started pushing at his asshole, the slickness of my cock against the slickness of his hole.

  “Relax,” I growled, my voice barely above a whisper. “Relax and keep breathing.”

  He did as he was told, taking a few deep breaths and, as he did, the head of my cock breached his hole. He gasped, then put a hand over his mouth to stop himself.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  He nodded. “Keep going,” he panted. “Please, keep going.”

  I pushed in further, feeling the warmth of him wrap around me, drawing me closer, practically pulling me in. We were one, Tate and I. The two of us had joined together and I didn’t want us to be apart. Now that we were doing this, it was going to take every bit of me to not want to do it again and again and again.

  “Fuck me, Chasen,” Tate growled. “Fuck me harder, now!”

  A single breath shuddered from my lungs and I let the universe fall away around me, allowing myself to fall back into a world that only contained me and Tate, one that I was scared I would never want to leave.

  His face twisted a little as his tight hole gripped around my cock and I instinctively reached for him, wanting my hands on him, wanting my hands anywhere, everywhere, somewhere on him so he knew I was right here, that I wasn’t going anywhere. It was happening. It was really happening, and my mind was alight as a future stretched out in front of me in my head, one where we were together, where we had our own life, just the two of us.

  His whimpers were like music, dancing from his mouth and to my ears, practically lifting me off the ground and spurring me on. He bit his lip, but I could still hear him, the sound bursting out, every mention of my name like an encouragement, like a promise, like a new world opening before my eyes.

  “Oh my god,” he panted, a smile stretching across that gorgeous face, that gorgeous face that was all mine, that I would get to see every day for the rest of my life if I played my cards right. There was light running through my entire body, bursting from every pour, filling my heart with so much joy it might explode in my chest.

  I’d needed this. I hadn’t realized how much until it had started, how much I’d wanted someone to be with like this, someone I could hold, someone I could be at one with, someone who I could maybe love someday. I never thought I would have a chance and now here I was.

  His moans brought my focus back to him, to his beautiful boyish face t
wisted in agony and pleasure, those dimples popping, his hair a little ruffled and sweaty, his taut body glistening in the light of the dressing table. He gasped as he tightened up. I could feel it. My heart started to pound in anticipation of what would happen next, of our first time connecting like this, of what it could mean. He got closer and closer with every thrust and as he got tighter, I got closer too.

  “I’m going to come, Tate,” I growled, thrusting my cock as far into his ass as I could, really trying to fill him up. I spanked his ass so he cried out. I spanked him again, and again, and again. It seemed to drive him wild and his cries only succeeded in bringing me even closer to climax. “I’m going to come”

  “Keep going,” he groaned. “Me too.”

  I spanked him again, every moan, every cry, every little whimper, music to my ears, a singing, a song I wanted to put on repeat for the rest of my life. I would never get bored of hearing him say my name. Every time he said it, it was like it was something more beautiful than it was, that it didn’t just meant the goofy Ewen brother, it meant something more. He made me feel like I could be more. He let out a final cry and his cum shot from his cock and onto his chest. His asshole tightened up as he came and I couldn’t take it any longer. The knot in my cock swelled as I thrust fully into Tate, the cum shooting from my cock and filling him deep.

  “What the f-?” The voice pulled me out of the moment with Tate, my attention suddenly behind me at the door.

  I turned around in time to see Jarrett, whose face was a picture of shock, being pulled out of the Alpha’s den by Brent. A million and one scenarios ran through my head, how much had he seen? Was he going to come back in here and kick my ass? I wouldn’t blame him.

  I turned my gaze back to Tate. His chest heaved, covered in his sweat and his cum, his face was bright red, and his eyes were wide, staring up at me, waiting for me to say something.

  “Who was that?” Tate panted.

  “Uh-” I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I couldn’t find the words all of a sudden because what the fuck had just happened? We’d just had sex and now it was suddenly tainted. I was still inside of him, out of breath, panting hard, sweat dripping down my face, my mind whirling having filled him up with my cock and my cum. A few hours ago, I thought Tate was an alpha and now here he was underneath me and I couldn’t make myself focus. How had we gotten to here? There were so many things that I wanted to ask him about, that I wanted to say, but nothing would come out. My tongue tried to wrap itself around the words, my brain tried to wrap itself around what the hell was happening between us but it just came up short.

  I needed answers but, right now, so much more than that, I needed him. Every fiber of my being longed to be this close to him and I was scared what would happen if I said something, if I said too much, if I had to address what Jarrett was going to say to me when he next saw me. There was too much and I could feel myself spiraling.

  “Chasen?” Tate said. God, how did he manage to still look so fucking cute when he was worried? That wasn’t fair. I tried a smile but he didn’t buy it.

  “Who was that?” Tate breathed.

  “Jarrett,” I said, the last name I wanted to have in my mouth while I was still balls deep, knotted inside his best friend. Holy shit. His best friend. And he saw. What the hell was he going to think? Of all the people that could catch us in the middle of that, why did it have to be Jarrett? How was I going to explain my way out of this? The knot in my cock subsided and I pulled out of Tate. There were red marks on his ass where my hands had been, prints on his thighs where I’d been digging my fingers in. I wanted to say something, wanted to apologize for the marks, or somehow reassure him that everything was going to be okay with Jarrett no matter what he saw, but I couldn’t find the words.

  “He was with Brent too,” I managed. “Brent is the one that pulled him out of here.”

  “Do you think he saw?” Tate asked.

  “I’d say he saw enough,” I replied.

  He stood up and started rushing around for his clothes, pulling them on haphazardly, trying to get dressed as quickly as he could. I figured I should do the same. They were probably looking for us so that we could get ready for the run and the last thing they were expecting to see was Tate and I…doing that.

  Fuck.

  I had really fucked this up. But he couldn’t seem to resist either. That was the problem with heat and with us being fated. I still wanted to know why it hadn’t happened before. He looked pretty shocked right now so I didn’t want to bother him with it but I’d have to ask at some point. How had he hidden the fact he was an omega from us for all this time? I was sure he was an alpha, never once having a reason to doubt that for a second. He even presented like one.

  “The run then?” Tate said as I checked himself in the mirror, quickly grabbing a tissue from his pocket and cleaning off the mirror. “Should we…should we leave together or…?”

  “No one will think that we’ve just…”

  “No, I guess not,” Tate said. An awkward silence descended. I realized that he was waiting for me to actually put the rest of my clothes on, so I did, checking myself in the mirror so I looked semi-presentable before the run.

  I was about to walk out the door when Tate put his hand on my shoulder. I stopped, staring down at him. It was like I was seeing him again for the first time. This was my fated mate. After all this time, I’d found him.

  “I’m glad you’re my fated mate, Chasen,” he said softly. “Even though getting caught wasn’t exactly…um…ideal, I’m really glad it’s you. It’s a dream come true.”

  I grinned. I hadn’t considered for even a second that it was a possibility Tate and I could be fated. But actually it was the dream. Who better to spend the rest of my life with than someone I already loved an awful lot and can’t get enough of? It was pretty perfect, even if the current situation was making my chest feel a little tight from anxiety.

  “I’m glad too, Tate,” I said, leaning down and kissing him softly on the lips. My heart thrilled again, jumping a little at the contact between us. So it wasn’t just the heat. It was fate after all. “Really glad.”

  We walked out of the room together, following the crowds of people heading out into the moonlight for the run. I did my best to avoid the gaze of Jarrett or Brent. I don’t think they saw Tate and I sneaking in at the back.

  People started to strip off their suits, leaving them in piles on the ground, their bodies naked to the light of the moon. I looked over at Tate who was suppressing a grin.

  “What are you waiting for?” he teased. “Are you nervous?”

  “Why would I be nervous, you’ve seen everything?”

  “I’ve felt everything,” he smirked, pulling off his jacket and his shirt. I tried to keep my eyes off him and focus on just getting myself undressed but I stole a glance every now and then. How had he been under my nose this entire time? How had we just had sex in the Alpha’s den? Now was definitely not the time to think about that!

  I stood naked next to Tate, looking up at the full moon hung high in the sky. Slowly around me, people started to shift. Muscles started to swell and bulge, snouts grew and people moved to stand on all fours.

  I held off for a moment, watching as Tate shifted. The fur sprouted across his body first, dark, sleek, his eyes remaining their bright blue, staring up into the sky. His muscles swelled next and he fell onto all fours, the light of the moon brightening his eyes even more, making him all the more captivating. He was beautiful even in wolf form, I couldn’t believe I’d never really noticed before.

  Before he could catch me looking, I shifted too, loving the feeling of the moonlight on my skin, letting it give me strength and take my wolf form. My fur was lighter than Tate’s, gray flecks running through it, and I was fairly sure my dark eyes sank away while his seemed all the more pronounced. God, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

  I ducked down as I saw Jarrett and Brent heading towards the front and, to my surprise, saw Tate following suit, do
ing the same, the two of us crouched low next to one another. He nuzzled into my neck and I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment, brief as it was. I couldn’t get enough of him. If Jarrett had a problem with this, maybe Jarrett and I were going to have a problem too.

  Jarrett and Brent howled at the moon and we all started to run, Tate staying at my side every step of the way, like he was always supposed to be there, like there was never a moment when we should have been apart. My fated mate.

  6

  Tate

  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hurt all over. My back hurt from where I’d been on the vanity table and I was pretty sure I was lying on something while we were fucking, so that certainly didn’t help. And then there was the fact I was definitely walking a little funny from the knot. It sure was a wild way to lose my virginity but I certainly hadn’t expected it to be so painful. Chasen was big, I mean really big, and while he made sure I was okay and that I was enjoying it, he gave my ass a pounding. I’d always tried to picture what my first time would be like, romantic maybe, soft, gentle, I don’t think I’d ever imagined it like that. It was better than I could have dreamed. It was hot and passionate, yet intimate at the same time. He didn’t take his eyes off me and I couldn’t take mine off his. We were connected. What more could I ask for?

  Jonica had spent parts of the morning looking at me funny, so I knew that it wasn’t just my imagination that he had really done a number on me.

  I spent most of that Monday morning working behind the counter at Frostbites. How my body still ached from something that happened on Friday, I had no idea. When the morning rush had died down, the regulars off with their cups of coffee and morning Danish (I’ve been told on more than one occasion they’re life changing), we took our time cleaning up. The bakery would be empty until at least lunchtime, customers popping in here and there to sit at tables and drink coffee while working. Brent came in sometimes after he’d dropped the kids at daycare; really taking his time to work on whatever novel he’d been tasked with next. But today it was quiet, and I could feel Jonica’s eyes searching me.