Alpha Call (3 page)

It was as if the bastard could read her mind, knew exactly
what she needed.

She bore down, riding hard, rocking between hard fingers and
that wicked tongue. He didn’t let her down, wouldn’t stop. He wouldn’t go any
damn faster, either.

“Fuck…” She groaned, fingers tangling in his thick hair.
“Driving me out of my mind.”

A puff of air against her was probably a chuckle, but he was
licking, sucking at her clit, fucking her with his fingers; she didn’t care if
he laughed. Not one bit.

Her belly went tight, her shoulders lifting off the mattress
as the tension built inside her. She felt as if she was vibrating, his
shoulders spreading her thighs, his hair springy and warm around her fingers.

She was so ready to come. “Please. Please, Brett.”

He growled and sped up, the suction around her nerves fierce
enough to shove her over the edge.

Her orgasm washed over her as if a crashing wave, which was
a cliché, but that was what it felt like. As if he’d completely overwhelmed all
her nerves.

He kept lapping gently, easing her down, her thighs shaking
violently.

“Sweet lady.” He kissed her thighs, one after the other.

“Damn.” She’d argue, but damn.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s good.” He slid up her body, taking a kiss
that made her ears ring.

It was her turn, now. Wendy dragged her nails down Brett’s
belly, heading for that thick, fat cock.

He arched right up into her touch, his prick slapping her
palm. He let out a growl, panting, really going for it. She rolled her palm
over the tip of his cock, pushing him, sliding the hot drops of pre-come
around. The fat head of his cock felt silky smooth, his skin so hot to the
touch that she almost expected it to burn her.

She pushed him over, straddling his thighs, getting both
hands around that fine flesh.

Brett lay back easily, smiling at her, all big bad. “You
have good hands, honey.”

“They are.” They were good at what they did—from shooting a
pistol to driving to making a man scream.

“More.” He arched up under her, demanding with his body, his
legs moving restlessly.

“I can do more.” She squeezed, working the tip hard on each
upstroke.

His belly sucked in, his hips rising and falling. He was
strong, almost bucking her off. She loved his scent, pine and musk and flannel
all mixed together. She kept working him, tensing her thighs to keep him put.
He bucked up and she shoved back, rocking him into the mattress. Wendy didn’t
care if he was an alpha. He wasn’t going to come until she wanted him to.

Brett chuckled, reaching up to push his hands up under her
breasts. “Pushy.”

“You know it.” God, his hands were big. Hot.

His thumbs rubbed her nipples, his calluses scraping her
sensitized skin. “I like it.”

“Good.” Her breasts were pushed out in front of her, caught
by her arms. Right there in his face. He took advantage of it, rolling up to
suck one nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck!” Her head fell back between her shoulders, her hands
moving faster. She was riding him almost as if they were fucking but that would
be a bad idea. Letting him take her. Although his cock would feel so good,
filling her up, driving into her. It was perfect between her hands, that prick,
thick and hard, and she wanted him. She moved up a little, rubbing him against
her belly.

He growled in response, fingers pushing at her folds again,
making her need it. He touched her, rubbing her clit, then slipping a finger
inside her again. “Need you, lady.”

“Yes.” She moaned, her instincts demanding that she move,
push into his touch. “We shouldn’t.”

“Fuck that. Come on.” He tugged her with his free hand,
pulling her up so she was above his cock, his finger sliding out of her.

She sank down, the movement easy, pure instinct and they
both barked out their pleasure.

His hips rose and fell, his prick driving up into her. Brett
moaned, his other hand joining the first on her hips. Her hands landed on his
chest, fingers clenching in the heavy curls. “Yes.”

Also more. And harder.

“Fuck.” The single word made her squeeze down around him,
made her bounce. It was hot how he was sort of reduced to growls.

She braced herself, lips parted as she moved. She could feel
every inch of his cock, rubbing against her walls, filling her up.

“Kiss me, honey. Need to taste you again. Now.” He pulled
her down, which pushed him into her at a whole new angle.

The wild cry tore from her and she smashed their lips
together.
Oh God. Please. Right there. Don’t stop.

He didn’t. In fact, she thought he might never stop. They
might just be caught in some sort of endless loop of pleasure. His hand cupped
her head and they rolled without breaking the kiss, his body covering hers
totally, his cock buried into her to the root. If he thought she was pushy, he
was downright dominant, but that was what Wendy needed right now. She needed
him to take her completely. Let her need. Make her come.

Brett slammed into her, holding her down and giving her
every inch of him. He kissed her until she was dizzy, until all she could see
and feel and smell was him.

She arched, grinding onto him, her clit aching with the
friction, his rhythm maddening and perfect all at once. His chest hair rasped
at her breasts, his hipbones ground into hers and she swore she could feel his
balls slapping against her.

“Please.” She twisted, heels digging into the mattress.
“Please, Brett.”

“Yeah.” He bent to her throat, his teeth scraping the skin
there.

One huge hand cupped her hip, tilted her just so, and all
she could do was come, pleasure wild inside her.

Brett growled, lips sealing on her skin so he could leave a
mark. He jerked inside her, thrusting hard, filling her deep with wet heat.

Oh.

She could feel electricity snapping and popping inside her,
her nervous system rejoicing. Wendy didn’t even mind Brett’s weight flopping
down on her.

His head pushed against her shoulder and he inhaled deep,
growling for a long moment before he bit her, teeth sinking into her skin.

“Hey!”

He lifted his head, his eyes glowing a little. “What?”

“No…no biting.” She shivered, her body starting to move again,
slide on him. She didn’t let males bite. She wasn’t going to wear anyone’s mark
again.

Groaning, he nipped at her once more, far more gently this
time but still so deliberately. “I have to.”

* * * * *

As if he wasn’t going to bite her. She was his. Brett knew
that, deep down. Maybe as deep as he was buried in her, his cock not even
softening. Her flavor was on his lips, her scent was in his nose. His lady.

He’d found her.

Now he was going to keep her. God. He had to start moving
again. His hips started rocking and he stared down at her, memorizing her face.

Her hair was wild, a gold mane circling her, and her lips
were open, wet and swollen. It was the wolf in her eyes that he saw, though,
glowing bronze, the rings around the irises a deep, dark green, the beast
completely taking over the pale blue.

She was the most irritating, maddening, sexy woman he’d ever
seen. She was so wet, so soft inside, but she gripped him with her muscles,
strong and firm.

He loved it.

Her nails dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer.

He pushed harder between her thighs, spreading them wide.
She was so strong. So perfect.

Brett hooked his arms under her, sitting up so she was
riding him again, her ass slapping his thighs. She had the control this way,
she could set the pace and he wanted to see what she would do.

She braced herself, nails digging into his shoulders as she
lifted herself up, slammed herself back down. Her strength was astonishing and
he met it, loving how her body burned, slick and wet.

Hell, she would make a perfect mate for an alpha. Someone
who could help keep the pack in line, someone who could keep her ear to the
ground thanks to her cop skills. Her body fit his, hand in glove, and her bite
was just as hot as her bark.

Her breasts bounced as she rode, her nipples dark, hard,
dusky and he wanted one in his mouth, but his hands were busy and he couldn’t
reach. So he contented himself with looking, with watching. He grunted,
changing angles, letting her feel him slide even deeper.

When her eyes went wide, he stayed right there, driving in,
letting her have everything he could. That was what they both needed, what they
wanted. This was rutting. Mating.

This was like no one he’d ever met before.

Her lips moved, her needy sounds dropping between them,
guttural cries. His own noises were rough growls, human words completely gone.
All he could do was thrust and pull back, over and over.

His orgasm clawed its way up his body and she arched above
him, howling, her nails scoring his chest.

Brett panted, feeling utterly wrung out and exhausted. There
hadn’t been a two-for in a long while.

He drew her down, her head pillowed on his chest as he held
on, rocking her and keeping her close. God, she smelled good. When she finally
relaxed her head on his shoulder and sighed, the sound happy and replete, he
felt an enormous tenderness deep in his belly for her. He was so fucked.

Wendy actually dozed off on the warm mattress that Brett’s
chest made, the sound of his heartbeat reminding her of the one time she was at
the beach, listening to the rhythm that the water made against the shore, the
waves greeting the moonlight. Not that she’d heard the waves in years. She
hadn’t been to the beach since she was a child, with her folks, in those early
years before a rainy night, a slick road and a blind curve had stolen them from
her. Since they passed, she’d only been in the mountains.

Brett made this sound, a bass rumble, and pulled her up a
little, turning so they were more side by side. It was almost as if they were a
cocoon.

“I should go.” She nuzzled his chest, lips brushing one of
his tight little nipples.

His skin jumped a little, as if shocks were traveling down
his spine. “Why go now?”

“Uh.” She wasn’t sure she knew, after all, this was her
house, but his nipple was right there and she bit it gently, playful.

“Now, now. Don’t get me going again, huh?”

“Mmhmm.” The tiny bit of flesh went tight and dark and she
blew a stream of air across it.

He shifted for her, grunting. He was so hot, it wasn’t fair
at all.

“This is a terrible idea.” She dropped an open-mouthed kiss
on his chest.

“Uh-huh. You’re stubborn.” He stroked her hair, his hand
sliding through the heavy mass.

“Yep.” Headstrong. Not girlfriend material. All that good
stuff.

“You’re also beautiful, hot as fire and utterly
fascinating.” He pushed back to grin at her, looking almost boyish. Playful.

“Flatterer.” Good thing she didn’t play with wolves. Often.

Look what it had gotten her last time. Reality sucked when
it intruded.

She sighed and leaned back. She needed to get up, get
dressed.

“Don’t run off, honey.” He kissed her throat, his lips warm
and his beard tickly.

“I probably need to…” Oh, right there. Damn.

“Shh.” There was something about him. Something that drugged
her good sense.

He found the hot spot on her throat and Wendy keened softly,
her entire body shivering. It felt as if he was hovering right on the verge of
biting her again and she wanted it, wanted him to mark her.

She shook her head. That was a dangerous thought. Really
dangerous. He could become addictive.

“Mmhmm.” His hand dragged down along her belly, petting her.

She was just about to get stupid and kiss him again when his
phone rang. Saved by the bell.

He sat up and scrambled for his jeans and she slipped out of
the bed, padding toward the bathroom to clean up. Crazy. This was insane. No
way she could…not with one of their own. She washed her face and wrapped
herself in a huge, fuzzy robe.

He was grumbling when she came out. “No. I told you, I want—
No shit? Okay. I’ll come out and have a look.”

She grabbed a pair of panties, yoga pants and pulled her
hair back.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay. Later.” He hung up, sighing. “I was
hoping to stay.”

“I’ve got work to do.” She turned her back to him, grabbed a
t-shirt and heard his gasp. She winced—Jack had left his mark, a set of huge
gashes from underneath her left shoulder to right above her right hip. He’d
been going for her belly.

“Jesus. Did he do this?” He touched the scars, which made
her jump.

“Yeah.” She knew how bad they were. Their kind only scarred
when the wounds came from their own.

“Well, one of my boys thinks he has a line on this guy.”
Brent growled. “I might just kill him.”

“Not if I get to him first.” He was hers to deal with.

“No.” Oh, he was definitely growling now, the words rolling
like thunder. “You stay out of the way.”

“It’s not your call.” She tugged her shirt on, meeting him,
head-on. “I’m not pack. I don’t take orders, Fuzzy.”

“You’re pack now.” Wendy thought for sure he’d chest bump
her.

“Not even close.” She bared her teeth, growling right back.
Jack was her fault, her problem and she would deal with it.

“Goddamn it, woman. He’s clearly deranged. About you.” He
bared his teeth, as if she’d be impressed.

“Exactly. My problem, not yours. Get it?”

“No.” He grabbed her, reeling her in to kiss her so hard she
almost blacked out. “But you’re a stubborn little bitch, so I’ll just have to
convince you I’m right.”

She swayed back, almost falling over. “Asshole.”

His brilliant grin made her blink. “Yeah, but I’m your
asshole.” He patted her butt, grabbed his shirt and boots and he was gone
before she could open her mouth again.

Fucking alphas.

Fucking males.

Fucking asshole.

Wendy rolled her eyes and went to get a beer and a box of
Oreos from the kitchen. She’d figure out what to do about both of those asshole
males after she had some sugar.

Then she had to figure out what to do about her EMT buddy
Mike, who was about to have his first full moon as a werewolf.

Not to mention the whole situation at work, Steph with her
two weres and…

Right. Beer.