Alpha Wolf: Black Mesa Wolves #2 (Werewolf Shifter Paranormal Romance) (13 page)

“Oh, my...” she whispered. Her wolf whimpered with sheer
longing.

“Shh,” he said. The rasp in his voice let her know his wolf
prowled just under the surface. “I do the talking.”

The command in his voice made the throbbing deep inside her
pitch to a stronger level. It also dampened her panties with wetness. Inanely,
all she could think was how grateful she was to have worn a silky black new
pair.

Rafe nipped at the skin just beneath her cheekbone. He
nibbled and then let his tongue stroke over her again, eddying it around her
neck until she thought she might hyperventilate for real. Slowly, his mouth
made its way back up to cover hers. Sara moaned against him as he kissed her,
tongues colliding in sharp hunger. She tried to move her hands but he tightened
his grasp on her wrists. The sensation of being held sent another direct shot of
pulsing fire to her clit. She kissed him with fierce greed, tasting him,
drinking him in.

Rafe pulled back the barest amount to whisper, “Yes. Kiss me
just like that, like you can't get enough.” His voice walked the wild edge
between man and wolf, dark and deep with rough promise. Sara felt her own wolf
merging closely with her, riding this tsunami of lust and longing in
uninhibited joy.

His mouth surged over hers again. She feverishly pushed
herself into their lip contact, reaching for him with her mouth when he drew
back a millimeter, seeking him with a need that might have embarrassed her if
she didn't really care what he thought of her right now. Her body felt
shuddery, as if pricked with thousands of tiny electrical wires delivering mini
shocks that jolted and zapped her all over, elevating her arousal to a pitch
she knew was a mating frenzy.

Mate,
her wolf/Sara whispered with fierce joy. The
urgings of her body were unraveling her mind and coherent thought, and she let
it happen.

“Sara,” Rafe said against her lips, the word vibrating
softly. With his free hand, he began a slow exploration of her body. His
fingers stoked her neck, traveled down her collarbone, traced a path down
alongside one breast. Gently pushing away the fabric, he discovered her bra and
nudged his fingers under it. Pushing it up, he began tiny circles of the nipple
with just the pads of his fingertips.

Sara trembled under the attention of his hand, pushing her
breast into it. “Oh, yes, please,” she said in a pleading whimper.

The hand still and she cried out in frustration.

“No talking, my beautiful wolf.” His voice held that
dangerously silken tone again, the one with a barely-leashed growling wildness
beneath it. “We're playing this by my rules right now. If you want to come, and
come hard”—he lightly pinched her nipple and she gasped—“and deep, and long,
you do as I say and let me lead.”

Sara nodded her head in a frantic bob. Speech fled from her
and she gave herself up to pure sensation.

His fingers played over her nipple again, then his hand
cupped her entire breast and gently squeezed. Sara's answering moan was lost in
Rafe's long, voluptuous kiss. His hand reached behind her to find the clasp to
her bra. With barely a fumble, he unhooked it and let both breasts free for his
mouth, which descended to feast upon them.

Sara arched her head back, straining against his hold hold
on her wrists as she pushed her breasts into his mouth. He nibbled on one, then
turned his attention to the other. Her heart hammered ferociously in her chest and
she thought it might explode out. She could hear her own blood racing through
her veins to pulse in her neck, her thighs, right between her legs in that one
spot clenching and tightening in urgent desire.

Rafe released her hands, then her breasts. She made a noise
of protest that was quickly swallowed when he tugged the rumpled top over her
head and pulled her bra off. Bracing her with his arm, he lowered her back onto
his soft shirt covering the crate. Reaching up to cradle her head, he let it
nestle in his hand while he placed her top under her head. Carefully pulling
away, he let her head settle onto the bit of softness.

“Is that okay?” he asked, voice still low and barely
restrained.

She nodded, heart thudding an extra step or twelve at his
astonishingly tender action. Breath rapidly skidded in and out of her.

“Good. You're going to like this. I'm going to make you
come, Sara.” Laced with his rasping arousal, the simple words sent another
charge to the plumped out, slick lips between her thighs. A strangled sound
escaped her as he went on. “You'll come really hard, and you'll scream my name.
But I'll have my hand over your mouth so no one hears you.”

Completely at his mercy, Sara moaned. She let her thighs open
more, urging him on. Her wolf pushed at the edges of her mind, lost in the
unbridled longing.

“You'll be dripping wet for me. Breathless.” He whispered
into her ear, then gently nipped at the lobe, sending another zip of fire
straight to her core. “Then you'll be ready for me to be inside you, Sara. Do
you want that? Answer me.” His voice held the implacable command of an alpha.

“Yes! Please, yes, Rafe.
Yes.”
Her voice was a babble
punctuated by the sharp, small breaths she took. Her chest heaved against him.

“Good,” he said. He claimed her mouth again, first soft,
then more powerfully.

Rafe let his demand ripple from his lips to hers, seeking
entrance. He felt her surrender against him, her body pliable yet still gripped
by the tension so ready for release. Putting her hands around his head, she
pulled him to her, kissing him back so hard he thought he felt teeth. He let an
approving chuckle vibrate against her lips, enjoying the buzzing feeling it
caused.

He followed the curve of her breasts with his hands, teasing
and kneading them a bit. The tiny sounds coming from her mouth turned him on
more than he'd thought possible. He was so ready for her he could barely hold
himself in check. But again, he wanted to hear that gasping hitch in her voice,
know the flush would rise over her chest and face, feel every inch of her skin
tremor beneath his mouth.

He wanted to taste her when she came. He needed to run his
tongue over her hot, wet lips and catch every drop when she reached that point
and cried out again and again.

Then, he would slide deep inside his woman and claim her as
his mate.

His wolf agreed, spinning eager, ecstatic circles in his
mind, lashing a sheathed paw just at the frenzied edge of Rafe's consciousness.

Letting his hands slide down farther, he caressed Sara's
hips, the soft skin over her stomach. Then his fingers touched the excuse for a
skirt she'd worn. He ran one finger underneath the waist, causing her to jump a
little. Impatient, he then simply tugged the entire skirt up so it bunched
around her waist.

“Hmm,” he said, low and pleased. She shivered under his
touch, which pleased him more.

Rafe curved his palm over her skin in a gently waving
motion, fluttering from one side of her hips to the other. Another small moan,
more breath than sound, escaped her. The silky darkness of the ridiculously
tiny scrap of panties covering her felt smooth under his hand. He'd bet they
were very pretty and feminine.

Reaching down with his head, Rafe snagged the delicate
material between his teeth and ripped it off her.

“Oh!” Sara's shocked voice skittered through the alley. Rafe
cocked an ear toward the street. The weekend night crowds enjoying themselves
on the town were nowhere near this tucked-away corner.

“Hush.” He swirled his hand over the small mound just above
the slick center of heaven he longed to enter. “Just feel me. Lose yourself in
it, Sara.”

He slid a finger down her cleft. Wet, eager, lips plumped
out on either side, allowing his finger to slip through her soft folds with
ease. Sara inhaled through her teeth, making a hissing noise of sheer desire.
Just above her entrance, he paused his finger. Very slowly, he made little
circles, right on her clit.

Sara's back arched off the crate and her hands gripped the
edges of it where her legs dangled over. He nudged his head down and took in
her scent, letting it flow over him with its beautifully spiced tang. His wolf
bellowed in his mind, ecstatic to be this close to her.

With his finger, he continued the small circles, making them
slightly firmer with each rotation. The muffled sounds she made as she tried to
conceal her gasps hardened him almost painfully. Quickly yet gently, he pulled
her legs over his shoulders, curving his arm under and around so his finger
could still tease and stroke the soaking wet little button rocking her into
sensory overload.

“That's better,” he breathed. Slowly, so slowly she made
sounds of protest and tried to urge him closer, he nestled his head in between
her legs. Nuzzling her, finger still swirling around her clit, he flicked out
his tongue and ran it down through her satiny folds, then back up.

“Rafe.”
His name fell out of her lips quietly but
with such intensity he wondered if she was about to shatter into pieces that
very second. Inarticulate noises followed. He smiled into her center, rubbing
his lips over hers, before getting down to serious work.

Tasting her offered a delectable pleasure he'd never found
elsewhere. Pushing against her sex, he swept his tongue up and down her hungry
cleft and tasted her. Sweetly tart ambrosia exploded into his mouth as her
increasingly higher-pitched sounds brushed past his ears. With his other hand
he reached up to wet his own fingers, then to find her breast. He rolled her
hard little nipple between his slicked fingers, letting her pleading little
cries wash over him.

“Come for me,” he said into her soft folds, letting his
voice vibrate over her clit.

Sara bucked so hard on the crate she thought she might pitch
herself off it, taking Rafe with her. His tongue and finger working in her
quivering, insanely needy pussy were about to catapult her right over the edge
and into screaming bliss. She felt it building, rising with each breath she
took. She took one long, shaking breath, held it. A long, shuddery exhale,
followed by another inhale, feeling the orgasm about to break over her. His
tongue lapped at her juices and he turned his face from side to side, letting
his shadowed stubble graze against her hypersensitive flesh while his finger
crooked itself inside her in a beckoning motion that zapped whatever magic spot
existed just there.

The peak burst over her, fragmenting reality for long,
incandescent seconds. She heard her own keening cries, calling his name, almost
sobbing with the head-shattering tidal waves of ecstasy pounding through her
entire body. They raced through, swelling to a crescendo that had her vision
explode into little sparks on a field of darkness. Eventually, gently, it
lapped away, leaving her with tiny aftershocks and a languorous sense of
floating.

She slowly came back to herself and found her hands somehow
on his head, pressing down, gripping his hair in a way that had to hurt
although he didn't seem to notice. She'd straightened her legs out past his
shoulders, toes pointed as the orgasm rolled through. Letting out the barest
whisper of a giggle, she let her body relax into slack contentment as Rafe
lapped up the last ripples.

He lifted his head and looked toward her. Although she
couldn't fully see his expression in the covering dark, she sensed immense
satisfaction radiating out from him.

“Did that work for you, pretty little wolf?” His rich, deep
voice scraped over her, sending more tiny shivers darting along her nerve
endings. Her clit tightened and she knew she would come again for him, could
probably come again right this second if he put his lips on her once more,
impossible as it seemed.

“Yes,” she murmured.

“Good. Because I'm about to take my own pleasure in you,
Sara. I want to feel you come again when I'm buried to the hilt in you.” His
whisper heated her skin as he moved up over her, nipping at her hip bone,
licking her belly, gently closing his teeth over one nipple, then the other. “I
want to feel you clench around me, tightening those muscles inside you around
my cock right before I explode in you. Can you do that, Sara?” He licked at the
tip of one nipple again, sending relentless shivers down her skin.

“Uh-huh.” Her voice whimpered, body still limp from the
head-rushing orgasm but quickening again at his every word.

He stood up, wrenching a small cry from her as his mouth
left her breast, and shed his jeans. Despite the lack of light, her night
vision allowed her enough to see he was commando underneath them. His gorgeous,
fully engorged shaft sprang out, catching her eyes and causing her to lick her
lips in sheer reflex.

A small gleam let her know a grin crossed his face, then he
ducked down. She heard rustling to the side of the crate, then a crinkling
noise. His hands busied themselves for a second on his cock, and she realized
what he was doing. A flush raced up her skin as she realized he'd gotten a
condom out of her purse. She opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it,
stepping to her and leaning down to catch her hands to her sides.

“I knew you'd have one with you as soon as I saw you in
there.” He lowered himself to her, careful not to put any weight on her yet.
“But it was always, and only, for me.
Sara,”
he said with a groan,
drawing out her name. He captured her mouth with his, and rational thought once
again spun away from her.

He slid her down a little farther so her cheeks just hit the
edge of the crate. Releasing her hands after a little squeeze, he fisted one of
his hands very gently in her hair, then kissed her again. She could taste
herself on him, mixed in with his own Rafe appeal, and eagerly tangled his
tongue and lips with hers. With his other hand, he reached between them and
nudged at her entrance again with his fingers. She made a muffled noise into his
mouth as two fingers explored the slickness, caressing and stroking and pushing
in to his knuckles. The stretching sensation made her ache for him even more.