Mated To The Alpha (A Billionaire Shifter Romance) (The Chosen Book 1) (4 page)

T
he night air
was unseasonably crisp as Melanie strolled the streets. They seemed so different than just a month ago, when things had made more sense. Sure, she knew there were corrupt cops, and her life was in danger, but at least there weren't werewolves to think about, as well as most likely being pregnant. What did you call werewolf children anyway? Pups?

A bitter wind gusted and Melanie pulled her leather jacket and hoodie up tighter over her head. While she normally detested wearing hoods, she knew that with the entire police force was looking for her, she had to be careful. It was why she had chosen The War Zone for her walk. The notorious red light district was a haven for street hustlers, gangsters, pimps, prostitutes, and just about every other form of illegal activity in the city. If your tastes ran towards the illicit side of life, most likely The War Zone could cater to your desires. It was the most dangerous section of the city, and the cops didn't come down unless they were in serious force. Like SWAT team force.

"Hey babe, you lookin' for some playtime?" A prostitute that couldn't have been older than 14 called to her, wearing fishnet stockings, a ripped skirt, and bringing gorge to Melanie's mouth, a Hello Kitty t-shirt tied up in a way to try and accentuate the girl's developing breasts. She was fish belly white, and looked like she was starving. Her dirty auburn hair was done up in pig tails, and she wore enough makeup that you could pretend she was 18, if you were drunk enough. "I can go a lot of ways, you know. I'm the best scissor in all The War Zone."

"No thanks," Mel said, turning away. Why did it have to be this way? She had joined the force to protect children like this. And now she was running from the very same force, after finding it corrupt. Why did humans have to be such evil bastards?

Mel kept walking, her mind whirling with thoughts about her life, about Keith, about the whole situation. She knew that she loved Keith. To call it a whirlwind romance would be an understatement, but she knew she loved him, not just lusted after him. Suddenly, someone grabbed Melanie's arm, breaking her from her reverie.

"Hey bitch, you weren't being very nice to my girl April back there," a greasy looking man scowled in her face. "She asked you for some playtime, real nice like, and you just walked off. That ain't polite."

Melanie pulled her arm back, out of the pimp's grasp. "Fuck off, buddy. You don’t want to fuck with me tonight." The pimp looked closer under Mel's hood, and a cavity ridden smile grew on his face.

"Yeah, I bet so.... Detective. Although you picked the wrong night to go for a walk, lady. Way I figure it, you got two choices. You can give me every cent you got, or I call out that a cop wanted for child kidnapping and murder happens to be walking down the street, and someone should call your cop friends. I don't know who'd kill you first, the cops, or everyone else on this street." While The War Zone was nowhere near as busy as the more famous metropolitan districts such as San Francisco's Tenderloin or New York City's Times Square, there were still dozens of people within sight, all of them engaged in some form of criminal enterprise or another.

Melanie twisted to the side, seeming to think for a moment, before whirling back to the pimp, her fingers already formed into a spear hand. She jabbed the pimp's throat, and relished at the gagging sound he produced. His hands flew to cover his throat, and she used the momentary distraction to kick the exposed inside of his right knee with the side of her tennis shoe. His knee buckled outward, at least three of the major ligaments torn, but before he could even collapse, Mel followed up with a Thai knee to his solar plexus. The pimp hit the concrete with a mailsack thump, his eyes fluttering once before dropping unconscious.

Mel looked around the street. Fights and altercations were nothing unusual in The War Zone, so the patrons and hookers barely paid her any attention. The only person who paid any attention was the young prostitute, who was looking at Melanie with a strange mix of fear, anger, and adoration. "What am I going to do when Danny wakes up?" she asked fearfully. "He likes to cut girls that disappoint him."

Melanie reached for the pocket of the fatigue pants she had borrowed from Kimberly, and pulled out the money clip Kimberly had insisted she carry. She pulled the clip off, and peeled the first bill off the top, not even looking at what it was. Pocketing the bill, she thrust the rest at the girl, folded discreetly so as not to draw attention. "He called you April, right?"

The girl nodded. "Yeah, but that's not my real name."

"I know. I'm only going to say this once, so listen up. You're better than this bastard. I don't care what line of bullshit he used on you, I don't care what angle he played to get you out here, you're better than this fucking shit. Get out of this life."

"But I got nowhere else to go!" the teen wailed, tears starting to course down her pale face, streaking her cheap makeup. Mel glanced again, and stepped closer to April in order to cover the scene.

"You stay out here, and you're going to either be dead or strung out on Ice by the time you're 20," Mel whispered fiercely. "Get yourself over to City of Hope in the Financial District. They've got programs to help girls like you, and I know the director, she's legit. Take this money, get some food, and get yourself uptown. Now I gotta go, before the sack of shit behind me wakes up and starts screaming about his knee. Get. Yourself. Uptown. City of Hope. Tonight. Got it?"

The young pro could only nod as Mel turned, fixed the hood around her face again, and took off at a fast walk up the street. She turned the corner a block up, and April watched her disappear into the night. April looked down at her hand, which was holding the packet of bills the hooded woman had thrust to her. She wouldn't dare count it out here in the street, but she did know that the packet was thick, at least five or six bills thick, and that the face looking up at her belonged to Benjamin Franklin. The girl looked up in the direction the hooded woman had disappeared, tears of joy falling from her eyes for the first time since she could remember. "Thank you," the young girl whispered, before turning and running off into the night.

"
O
kay
, I'm in. One hundred percent."

Keith looked up from his seat on the sofa, the only light in the living room provided by a small fire in the central stone fire pit. Melanie was standing in the entrance way, her posture strong and passionate. Whatever had happened on her walk, she had found something to help her make a decision. She had been out for a few hours, and it was just now coming up on two in the morning.

"I'm glad you are, my love," he replied, standing and walking towards Melanie. "What helped you make a decision so quickly?"

Melanie hesitated, before throwing herself into Keith's arms. Her embrace was not passionate, but yearning, seeking comfort and consolation. He gave her what she needed, as his hand gently stroked her hair. Mel could feel her rage, her tears falling away, replaced by the comforting warmth of her Mate.

They moved to the couch, where Mel told Keith about her walk through The War Zone. He could feel her anger and pain at the memory, and wished he could have been there. The pimp would not have survived. Mel started weeping as she recalled her anger and horror, and let it all flow out onto Keith's shirt. He held her again, just stroking her hair, while she shed the rest of her emotions. Finally, with a sniff, she sat back. "Tell me Keith, do you consider yourself a good man?"

Keith looked her into her eyes. "I will not lie, my love. In defending our Clan I have done things that I am not proud of. I am no saint. But yes, I think I have done my best to be a good man."

"And our Clan.... it is powerful?"

"Yes, for a North American clan, we are powerful. Why?"

"Because I want us to use our power for more than just protecting ourselves," Melanie said passionately. "I know we can't change the world, and I know we can't do everything. But we can start to make a difference, here in this city. In the city where we will raise our children."

For the first time, Melanie felt that she was the dominant one in her interactions with Keith. Her feelings were so strong, so intense, that it felt like it was her eyes burning with desire. She put her entire soul into her gaze, and felt the thrill of conquest as Keith nodded. "We will. Even if it is just you and I, we will."

Melanie felt elated. She leaned in, capturing Keith's lips with her own, thanking him for his presence in her life. As their lips danced, she felt her passion change, becoming more personal, more sexual. She wanted her Mate.

With a small shove, Melanie pushed Keith back onto the cushion. It was her turn to be dominant, and she relished her chance at controlling her powerful lover. She swung her leg over until she was straddling his lap, her knees pinning him on each side. She looked him in the eye, and smiled.

Leaning in again, she captured his head in her hands and kissed him, her hands running through Keith's mane of hair. Her pulse quickened, and she could feel her arousal growing in her pants, as the heat spread up and down from her core until her entire body felt aflame. She groaned, her hips swaying on their own as she ground her groin against his. Keith's arms reached around her, as he held her ass firmly, massaging her as she rode him. Finally, with a gasp, she broke the kiss, and sat back. "Wait," she gasped, getting off of Keith's lap.

"For what?" he asked, his breath ragged. He was worked up, and Melanie felt a thrill at being the one in control after the love making in the afternoon.

"For this," Melanie replied, sinking to her knees in front of the sofa. She reached out with her right hand to massage Keith's cock through his pants, and was rewarded by a sigh from her lover. Deftly, she reached up with her left to untie the string to the loose silk pajamas he was wearing, before urging them down his hips. She didn't have get them far, just a few inches, before she was rewarded with Keith's beautiful cock springing free. She smiled, seeing it up close for the first time. It was just as sexy as it was before, perhaps even more so. She took him in her hand, and grinned as her fingers barely could encircle his massive shaft. She started pumping him gently, watching as his eyes fluttered, his hands clutching at the cushions of the couch.

"You are a tease...." Keith growled, and Melanie could smile as she saw his teeth start to look just slightly longer. While she knew he could control his changing, it was fun to see how much she could make him lose control.

"If you want me to stop....?"

"No! Please, no!"

Melanie grinned at Keith's mewling tone, and she rewarded him by lowering her tongue, licking him up and down his hot, throbbing shaft. He tasted salty, gamy, and incredibly masculine. Much like his chest and arms, Melanie could feel silky fine hairs growing near the base of his cock, barely visible in the firelight. She tickled them with her tongue, before licking up and down his shaft again. She could feel his hips jerk as she teasingly tongued his slit, and she was rewarded with a clear, sweet drop of his precum that she licked up greedily. "Tasty," she breathed, smiling.

"Any time you want it, it's yours," Keith replied, his voice floating on that edge of banter and losing control.

"Any time?" Melanie asked playfully. "Well then, how about now?" She licked around the head of his cock once more, before her lips parted, and she sucked his cockhead into her mouth. Working gently to avoid scraping the sensitive flesh with her teeth, she swallowed more and more of him into her mouth, her efforts spurned on as she heard his groan deepening with every inch she took in. Finally, she felt him lodge against her gag reflex, and she reversed, drawing him out quickly and forcefully until just his sensitive head was in her lips. She swirled her tongue again, teasing his sensitive tip, before going down once more. This time when she felt him there, she relaxed her throat as much as possible. It had been years since she had deep throated a man, and even then the guy hadn't been as large as Keith. She tried to grin as she felt him finally all the way into her mouth, but she doubted that her lips could stretch any more. Instead, she started humming deep in her throat, the vibrations causing Keith to growl with lustful energy. She was worried he would try and force her more, but felt relief as he kept his hands on the cushions of the couch instead of her head.

After a moment, she reversed again, and started bobbing her head up and down on his massive cock. She relished the power of her position, seemingly submissive, but knowing that her Mate was fully under her control just through a simple lick, a gentle teasing of his balls with her hands, a caressing of his tip with her lips. Not that she was neglecting her own heat at all. Her left hand had left the couch and was stroking her pussy through her pants, rubbing and massaging her heated center as she pleasured her Mate.

Melanie continued sucking, relishing each and every taste of his precum, until she could feel his balls start to tighten. Releasing his cock with an audible pop, she looked up to see Keith's face in lustful torture. "Why did you stop?"

"Because I want you to finish inside me," Melanie replied, quickly bouncing to her feel and peeling off her soaked pants. Casting them aside, she straddled Keith's lap again, lining up his cock with her soaked pussy lips. "But you have to wait until I can cum too."

Keith's feral grin reappeared, as his arms encircled Melanie's waist. "I'll take that challenge. First one to cum makes breakfast in the morning?"

"I like my toast with butter and strawberry jam," Mel replied, lowering herself onto his steely hard shaft. She cried out at the penetration, feeling again the welcome fullness that came with his huge manhood inside her. This time though, she could see in Keith's eyes, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and started to ride him. Using just her thighs and hips, she rose and lowered, controlling the pace and angle, feeling every delicious jolt of sexual electricity course through her body as his cock rubbed against her clit.

"Oh you're so good," she sighed, knowing that she was losing control, and not really giving a damn. She knew Keith loved her, and better still, respected her. Melanie gave herself willingly to her Mate, creating between them something beautiful and sacred. Melanie made love to him as the antithesis of what she knew those working girls did, to show the universe that sex was the most beautiful, tender act two people could do. She gave herself to him, showed her weakness to her Mate, and in return became all the stronger for it.

Melanie's legs worked faster, impaling herself over and over on Keith, as he began to thrust back up into her. His hands moved from her hips to her t-shirt, and Keith slipped his left hand underneath to tweak her nipple. This last jolt sent Melanie over the edge, and she felt her climax crash over her, the waves of ecstasy looping between her brain, her pussy, and back again. Her climax triggered Keith's, and she relished in the feeling of his hot cum filling her again as he emptied himself, spurt after massive spurt jetting inside of her, pushing her orgasm to a higher climax than before.

It was funny, she thought in that instant after the jolts stopped. She had never had unprotected sex before, and yet with Keith she had no qualms about being impregnated by him, even after knowing him just a short time. Panting, she came down from her sexual high to look her Mate in the eye. "I guess I'm making you pancakes in the morning?" she asked, capturing his mouth with a playfully tender kiss.

"Pancakes?" Keith joked back, returning the kiss. "By the time we wake up, it'll be lunch time. I'll want a full on brunch."

"Can't do brunch," Mel laughed, kissing him again. "I'm terrible with anything besides pancakes and eggs."

"We have a busy day tomorrow. We should get some sleep," she said, finding her pants and flipping them over her shoulder. She started walking towards her bedroom. "Will you join me in my room?"

"No," Keith said, causing Melanie to stop and look back. "I would like you to join me in the Master bedroom, if you don't mind."

Melanie smiled, and turned towards where Keith was gesturing. "Lead on, my love."