Alpha Wolf Rising (5 page)

“Stop,” she ordered in a gravelly voice that didn’t quite sound human. She brushed his hand away and squeezed around him herself to the point where pleasure edged into pain. “Either we do this my way or we stop. Sex magic is volatile and sometimes fleeting.”

Wind rustled through the trees, carrying a fresh scent, reminding him that somewhere close by Nolan and Marek watched over her. He wanted to know if they seethed with jealousy or if watching Sierra fuck another man turned them on. They obviously didn’t have a problem with sharing her between themselves. When the wind blew harder, he swore he heard a howl in the distance.

Sierra shoved at his chest, catching him off guard, and he landed on his ass on a soft bed of pine needles. With barely a snarl as warning, she pounced, knocking him on his back.

“Just remember you asked for it.”

The slick folds of her warm cunt moved across his dick, torturing him. His hips bucked of their own free will as his crown nestled at her opening. He ground his teeth, and his jaw locked as he waited for her to move. Her wetness trickled down his shaft, lubricating him further and burning him alive.

Tension coiled in his stomach as he fought the instincts to take over, to pull her down and impale her. Fuck, he couldn’t take this much longer.

When he thought he would break, she slammed down his length, taking all of him in one fast and furious stroke. Without giving him a second to breathe, Sierra pulled up until only the tip remained sheathed in her tight warmth.

“You’re about to find yourself flipped on your knees with my dick buried in your backside if you don’t stop teasing me,” he whispered through gritted teeth.

“Try and make a move like that against me, and you’ll find yourself on the ground with your throat ripped out.” Sierra clenched around him, a vise so tight she stole his breath.

Not once in his entire life, even when he’d fucked Sierra in college, had he thought he might pass out from pleasure. But this was too much. She’d forced his submission, instead of the other way around, and teased him mercilessly with it. And he’d never felt so much pure fucking joy in his life.

A familiar tingling sensation erupted at the base of his spine. She was going to make him come like this. With only the head of his cock inside her. His balls tightened, and he willed it to stop, but nothing worked.

“Dammit, Sierra. Don’t do this to me. Fuck me already.”
She ignored his pleas and squeezed her vaginal muscles tighter. Claws pierced his chest, the pain heightening his pleasure as cum rushed through him. Seconds later he spasmed inside her, spurts of semen filling her.

Her hot mouth settled over the original spot where she’d bitten him, and then suddenly her canines pierced the flesh. A second wave of ecstasy ripped through him. Everything around them fell away as Cole dropped into an abyss of nothing…and everything. Pleasure and pain. So much pain. Oh God, what had he been thinking?

Chapter Five

Sierra sucked on his shoulder as her body burned with desire. If she’d thought the black-moon rituals were intense before, there was no comparison to this. She had to maintain control of him and their coupling, or one or both of them would be in danger of getting hurt.

But she burned…

She couldn’t do it. She was too weak. If he didn’t fill her and stretch her now, she would go insane. Sierra sucked harder and slammed her body down, impaling herself on him. She moved at a furious pace, his groans loud in her ear.

Up and down.
More. She had to have more. His flesh scraped against her tender nerves, sending new frissons of ecstasy shuddering through her. Her muscles squeezed and spasmed around his length.

The longer her mouth remained fastened, the hotter they both became, and the more she needed. No one talked about this. If they did, they’d be trying to turn humans every chance they got. She rode harder, faster, the uncontrolled movements rubbing roughly against her clit. Body-numbing pleasure built in her womb, and her mind spiraled out of control.

More. Harder. Harder.

Cole moved wildly underneath her, hands digging into the flesh of her ass, which gave him the traction to move her faster than even she could hope for.

In a distant fog, she thought she heard voices and sounds crashing around her, but fragments of light had begun to explode in her head. Someone grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, but she fought against it to maintain her hold on Cole.

“Get his legs and hold him down, goddammit, before he tears her into pieces.”

The body beneath her bucked and thrashed, but she wouldn’t let go. Couldn’t…
The pleasure.

“Jesus, Sierra you have to stop. Enough already. Come on, baby, listen to me. Come back to me.”

Was that Nolan? Why did he seem so far…yet right there? She loved Nolan. He liked sex rough and always gave her a good fight for control.

Yes, control. That seemed so important. Her movements slowed, and her limbs grew heavy. She’d lost count of the orgasms. Even Cole had finally stopped fighting, and his moans were long and low instead of wild and frantic.

“That’s it, Sierra. Focus on my voice. Let go of Cole and go to Marek. Let him care for you now. I’ll take care of the pup. You go on now.”

The little slice of steel in Nolan’s voice got through. She loved that. The “I’m really not a nice guy sometimes, but you know you can trust me no matter what” voice.

Her teeth slid from Cole’s flesh, and she licked away the warm blood. He tasted hot and sweet, an exceptional flavor she wasn’t likely to forget anytime soon.

“There you go, baby.” Marek’s voice now, right at her ear. “Come on. I’ve got you.” Arms slid around her, lifting her up and free from Cole’s body. A cold shudder ran through her before Marek curled her into his chest. Warm fur tickled her nose and cheek.

“You are a handful. You know that, woman? You’re going to make one hell of an alpha, but we’ll be lucky if I stay sane. He could have killed you if Nolan and I hadn’t been so close.” He nuzzled his nose into her cheek. “I’m going to have to spank you for that later.”

Mmm
. Warm, playful, and safe Marek. He even made punishment sound fun. “Are we going home now?”

“Are you crazy? If your father saw you like this, he’d end up in a blood rage that would likely leave you mateless. No, baby, we’re going back to the safe house so I can patch you up and get you all cleaned up. And after you’ve slept this off, we’ll see what happens.” He brushed the hair from her eyes and stroked a finger along the curve of her cheek.

“What about Cole? Is he going to die?”

“Too soon to tell. Nolan is going to stay with him.”

“Nolan?” Panic swept through her. “No, no, Nolan will kill him.”

“He’s the best we’ve got right now. The rest of us need to get inside and rest.”

Too exhausted to retain her train of thought, she clutched at Marek’s neck as blackness descended. “Please don’t let Cole die. I need him…”

* * *

Sierra fought for consciousness.

Through a thick haze and a dragging weariness, she began to surface. Before she could open her eyes, the rough touch of fabric scraped over tender nipples, and she groaned into the blanket.

With much care, she moved her arms and removed the offensive covering. Cool air rushed over her heated skin, and she did her best to ignore the soreness of her aching muscles. What the hell had happened?

“Nice to see you’re finally awake.” Marek’s steady voice brushed over the last of her defenses, and she cracked one eye open against the bright light of the room.

Her parched throat prevented her from answering him, but damn, someone needed to turn down the sunlight streaming through the window.

“Here. I’m sure you need this.” He passed her a bottle of water, and she eagerly took it. Squinting her eyes against the harsh light, Sierra sat up, chugged the entire bottle, and handed it back to him.

“How long have I been out?” She winced at the rough timbre of her voice.

“Almost fifteen hours.” Marek stepped close and offered her a robe. “You might want to consider using this before you leave the room. We aren’t alone.”

Instinct clicked in her brain, and her senses sharpened, focused on the usual as well as the unusual. The scent of Marek overpowered the bedroom, but once she filtered him out, Sierra immediately picked up on Nolan’s faint smell followed by the strong scent of her father.

“Jesus, Marek. Why is he here? What happened? The events of last night are still a little fuzzy.”

“Relax. You don’t have to face him yet, if you don’t want to. He’s been worried about you and refused to leave. Your father’s going to want to see you’re okay, and I imagine an explanation for what happened.”

“What did happen?” Sierra wrapped the soft, fluffy white robe around her body, and Marek’s hand settled on her shoulder.

“Why don’t you take a bath first, and we can talk alone in there,” Marek began. “He’s going to smell the changeling all over you, and I don’t think we want to start our day off by dealing with an enraged parental wolf.”

Changeling…
The word tumbled through her memories. The ritual had been interrupted, and she’d confronted—the night came back in a rush—and she’d…

Her butt hit the mattress, and she glanced up at Marek. Fortunately, his eyes didn’t shine with sympathy like she’d expected. Knowledge and understanding maybe, but she didn’t imagine anyone was thrilled with her at the moment. Such was the life of an alpha. She had to make the difficult decisions and deal with the fallout later, and boy, was this one going to have some fallout.

“How many people know?” She rubbed her temple and tried really hard not to think about how drunk she'd been on sex magic the night before.

“Me and Nolan, a couple of hunters, and I’d be damned surprised if your father hasn’t pieced it together. He’s been grilling me for hours.”

“Is Cole…? Is he…?”

“No, Sierra, he’s not dead. Nolan has him sedated and hidden, but it doesn’t look good.”
“Then we’ve got to get to them.” She jumped up and searched for her clothes. “I need to know what’s going on.”

Marek grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to face him. “Cole is sedated, but you reek of him, and unless you want your father tearing this town apart looking for the changeling, you’ll take my advice and get cleaned up.”

For a moment she stood still, her body vibrating in a war with itself. Torn between asserting her dominance, no matter what, and listening to her mate.

Marek was a smart man. A unique blend of human intelligence and wolf instincts that he somehow managed with a level head. As good as he was at sex, it was the combination of the two that had led her to choose him as her wolf mate. Now, she needed to relax and let him soothe her wolf and remember again why she cared for him. And maybe, just maybe they'd get past the events of the previous night.

“You’re right, of course.” Although she doubted this was all about her father. He’d tried to hide the sneer when he talked about Cole, but she’d seen the subtle change.

“I’m glad you agree. So come on. I’ve been expecting you to wake, and I’ve already got everything ready.”

“And if I didn’t?”

“Then I’d have dumped you in the tub after I turned off the heater jets.”

Despite everything, she couldn’t help but smile.

“Yeah, that’s more like it.” He walked into the adjoining master bathroom, and she trailed behind him. Suddenly, the hot soothing jets of the gigantic sunken tub sounded really good. Her muscles would definitely thank her later. Plus, she’d have more time to get Marek to fill in the gaps.

True to his word, the water tumbled roughly, and he’d even scented it with vanilla. Was he worried about her father catching Cole’s scent, or did he have an issue with someone other than Nolan touching her? She’d created quite a mess, and it might take a miracle to get her out of it.

“I’m not sure what I did to deserve you, but right now I’m feeling very grateful.”

“You should. I had to give up a lot of other she-wolves begging for my attention,” he quipped.

Sierra halfheartedly punched him in the shoulder. “Don’t go ruining it with your tall tales.”

“Who, me?”

She stepped into the water and sighed with deep pleasure. Nothing like your own private hot tub to wipe away your aches and pains and even some of what worried you.

“I’ve been strung pretty tight for weeks.”

“And now, things are more complicated than ever.” Marek followed her into the tub and settled behind her.

Heat seeped through her skin as she leaned into his chest, settling her head along the curve of his shoulder and arm. “I love you, Marek,” she whispered.

“But?”

“No
but
. Last night was our big night, and I regret I didn’t get to tell you then.”

Silence, other than the water bubbling, surrounded them. Marek’s hands traced circles on the smooth and flat expanse of her belly. His lack of response concerned her, but his fingers continuing their path distracted her from the seriousness of the situation.

When he dipped low and into the patch of curls that covered her sex, her heart rate accelerated, and a soft gasp fell from her lips. In the blink of an eye, he’d woken her wolf, and she wanted more.

“My father is in the house,” she hissed through slightly parted lips.

“Then I think you should be quiet.”

“But—”

“No, Sierra. As your mate, I need this, and my wolf demands it. We can hash out the details later.”

His thumb brushed over her clit, and her hands grabbed at his thighs. Who was she kidding? When Marek touched her like this, she had no resistance. The entire pack could be in the next room, and she couldn’t stop him. The primal instinct he roused in her won out every time.

Thick fingers parted her lips and delved into the eager flesh of her pussy. The sensation of rough skin thrusting across tender created an immediate friction that raced up and down her spine. She dug into the muscles of his thighs, and her hips ground against his hand. Admittedly, Marek knew her body inside and out and always pushed her to the brink in a quick flash.

Water splashed violently in the tub as he pumped his arm, and she met each thrust with a push of her hips. Delicious pressure coiled low in her stomach, the ecstasy of release building to an inevitable conclusion. A sense of urgency swelled inside her that wasn’t going to stop.

“Oh gods, Marek. I’m going to come.” Her body tingled, and sparks of sensation raced through her.

“Dammit, Sierra.” He withdrew from her. “Get on your knees,” he growled.

Too stunned to speak, she allowed him to grab her around the waist and flip her over the edge of the tub. Her nipples rubbed deliciously across the cool tile while he parted her thighs and plunged his cock deep inside her.

Wow, he’d lost control, and she loved it, even if it was fueled in part by anger.

He pounded into her without mercy as she scrambled to grab something for leverage. Water sloshed across every inch of her, and she screamed for more.

“Yes, mate! Yes!”

Marek grabbed at her hair and exposed her neck. He obviously wanted to reclaim her submission. She snarled back at him and met his thrusts with a push of her own, her animalistic passion answering his.

Pleasure strung her higher as bottles and jars crashed to the floor. With the energy in the room flying around them, she could have sworn the walls shook as well. None of that mattered with the wild sensations building inside her.

“Faster, Marek. Faster.”

“You’re so hot. So tight. I can’t control the wolf when I’m inside you.”

His words broke the tether holding her back. Her body exploded, ripping a scream from her throat that turned into a howl. Her pussy squeezed violently around Marek’s shaft as he continued to fuck her senseless, drawing yet another orgasm from her.

Sierra squeezed her eyes tight, unable to prevent her animal shrieks from filling the room. Marek grunted and plunged deep, his cock swelling inside her. He howled in ecstasy as the forceful bursts of his cum bathed her sensitive womb.