To Charm an Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance)

This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons--living or dead--is entirely coincidental.

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To
Charm an Alpha

“
Late this afternoon a member of the so called Lunar Front was found dead in an Englewood alley. Bloodied and pumped full of silver nitrate, witnesses described five men fleeing the scene. Both the Front and Washington condemned the actions as barbaric and cruel. More tonight at 11.
”

Kaylee watched the TV absentmindedly in the lobby of her father's floor. Another day, another murder. She was nervous. Being the daughter of a senator from Chicago, she would be the ideal target for inevitable reprisals. Stupid Lycans, she thought.

If they just could have been grateful for the acres of forest land gifted to them, then none of this would have happened. She wouldn't be away from college, away from her girlfriends tonight and away-

“Hey.” said a man as he stood before her.

She wanted to snap at him for interrupting her thoughts until her eyes roved over his chest. She sized him up. He was tall with close cropped jet black hair and a frame that filled him out like a tank draped in casual business wear.

“Hey?” she said.

He extended his hand and smiled. “Drew Young. Pleased to meet you.” His eyes were bright and blue, like the sky stretched over untamed plains of green.

His hand was very warm and she felt his sheer vitality spread up her arm. “Oh. I'm... I'm Kaylee Peralta. Nice to meet you too.”

His eyes widened and his eyebrows arched in delight. “Ah the senator's daughter! What are the odds?”

She smirked and didn't know if he was playing with her. “You're... not one of my dad's guards?”

He chuckled and fell into the cushion beside her. “Nah! I'm a lobbyist. Your old man and me, we've got some business to attend to.” He rested his square jaw upon his fist and looked into her eyes. “So what's a little gem like you doin' in a dull, boring...” he looked around, and took in the overbearing phosphorescent lights and the fake plastic plants, “sterile place like this? There's no life!”

Kaylee blushed and looked down. She liked to feel special. “Well I guess it was because that one idiot Lycan gangbanger got jumped by like five guys... so they figured it must have been a government sponsored hit or whatever.” She looked up to him. “That's why I'm here. My dad didn't want his 'little princess's' house gettin' blown down by a big bad wolf.”

A devilish smile broke out across Drew's face. “Damn good decision he made. Smart man, because god knows, if they found you they wouldn't be using their lungs to take off the roof.” He stroked his chin. “Perhaps Semtex explosives. They're not much for huffin' and puffin' or the old grandma routine these days.”

Kaylee laughed for the first time since she had been brought to her father's building. When she recovered and looked back into Drew's sky blue eyes she felt like she had come home. That she could trust him. “So. Drew. What is it that you lobby for?”

Drew relaxed further into his cushion and threw his arm around Kaylee's shoulder and drew her in. A little forward, but she liked it. It felt good to be close to him. “Well now that's the question isn't it?” He said it as if he didn't know but Kaylee didn't care. “Corporate land management. I represent the companies that administer the forest reserves for the... well you know.”

“The Lycans.” she sighed. “God I just wish they would go away. Let them urinate, murder and rape everything they touch on their own lands. No one would care if they stuck to the woods.” She looked up to him. “They're a problem.”

A twitch came across Drew's face, though Kaylee did not register it. Only a strong squeeze reminded her his hands were on her. She suppressed a contented sigh at the thought of his hands in more sensitive places. She just met him! How could she think like that?

“Kaylee, I have a secret.” he said, smiling. “I'm a Lycan. And so is that receptionist over there. You just insulted our people. Don't you feel bad?”

Kaylee giggled and shrugged her shoulders. “Oh I dunno, that would kinda have to mean Lycans were people to begin with.” She gave him a playful nudge on the shoulder for his joke.

Drew laughed. “Oh ho ho, you sneaky little bitch. Look at you!” He reclined further into his seat and regarded her with a smile. “All levity aside, Kaylee...I am a Lycan.”

Kaylee chuckled again and nodded. “Ohhhh ok then. Since when do Lycans wear suits and watches?”

Drew pulled her in closer. “Ever since we stole them from the people that had them. Give me more.”

Kaylee put a finger under her chin and thought of a challenge. “You speak too well to be a Lycan. Every time I see 'em on TV they're just full of growls, barks and profanity.”

Drew scoffed. “Hey now you're just being racist. Once we were able to sound out 'the', everything else fell into place.”

Kaylee tried to fold her arms as she looked into his eyes but couldn't. There was something disarming about him. “Hmmm... I don't know. You seem pretty human to me. A real Lycan would have had me screaming in a ditch as he ravished me.”

Drew shook his head. “Absolutely not. What kind of people do you think we are?  It would be in a
restroom
.”

Kaylee sighed in defeat. Everything she said played into his hands. It excited her and she felt her nerves spark with pleasurable tingles. She decided to play along. “Ok, Mr. Lycan. What happens next?”

His hand massaged her back; eliciting a relieved and aroused sigh from her lips. “I'm going to steal you away from under the nose of your father. And then I'm going to fuck you. What happens after is dependent if you prove to be a worthy woman...or not.”

Defiance and pride welled up in Kaylee's heart. “Oh I'm worthy alright. I go to university and I'm writing a book and a thesis-”

Drew waved his hand. “That... really doesn't matter.”

Kaylee's eyes lit up like there was a fire underneath her. “Yes it does!”

“I'm a Lycan, but I'm also a man. It doesn't.”

Her eyebrows arched with indignation but her heart fluttered with joy.“You're also a sexist.”

Drew laughed and shrugged his shoulders. “Guilty as charged! I love sex. And women who take care of themselves.”

Kaylee leaned in and felt her head buzzing. “I workout and stay in shape in the gym all the time.”

Drew drew her closer in and grazed her cheek. “Kaylee...” he said in a dramatic tone. “That's what I'm talking about. A woman eager to please. You may be worthy.”

Kaylee had never felt more offended and excited. “I wasn't eager to please you, I'm just saying that I stay fit!”

Drew looked down her body with an amused smirk, drinking in her cleavage and form fitting blouse. “I can see that. But when I look for a mate, she has to be more than a body. She has to have verve and personality, a certain feminine sparkle...”

Kaylee had fallen silent. She wondered if she had that feminine sparkle? What of her personality? Did her past boyfriends like her personality or was she just a body to them? A long silence filled the distance between the two and she saw Drew look in her eyes intently; waiting for her to reply.

She didn't know what to say. She was too much in her head and mumbled aloud “I didn't know Lycans had Mates...but still, please tell me you're joking about that whole Lycan thing? Because it would really suck if a guy like you was one of them.”

“Yes...” he said quietly, and let his other hand graze against her thigh.

Yes he was joking or yes he was one of them? She couldn't tell and felt anticipation mounting in her veins.

“Wherever they go they bring this sort of...aura with them.” He looked into her pretty face and watched her eyes soften and her pupils dilate.

“I've seen the videos, you know. Surveillance cams in the streets and bathrooms.” Kaylee nodded, mesmerized by his piercing eyes and resonant voice. “The way they force themselves on women is so slow and seductive that one feels wrong using the word force.” He brought his lips to her ear. “The women, each and every time they were cornered... gave themselves up to the Lycans.”

Kaylee sighed softly and felt electric tingles spiral between her legs.

“They create an atmosphere of primal attraction that none are immune to. Not me. Not you.” He stroked Kaylee's neck with feather like gentleness. She shivered. “It's a perfectly normal reaction, but we are in a war here and some facts...need adjusting. Imagine a species that could not only make you feel vulnerable, but make you
want
to feel vulnerable. And then offer protection, wrapped in pleasure... endless pleasure.”

“A scary enemy. Especially if they ever managed cross breed with human women. Imagine the number boost they would get if all the women in the city collectively surrendered to such robust... virile beasts.” Drew stared into her eyes, and smiled as she bit her lips and crossed her legs.

“So you can see why the propaganda is needed.” His hand drifted down from her shoulder and nudged against the curve of her breast. He wrapped his fingers around her waist. “I mean, just
imagine
the kind of chaos that would ensue if the daughter of one the Lunar Front's most powerful enemies was taken by the Lycans.”

“The horror of being lured by those monsters and being rutted like you were some pack bitch...” He turned away and his gaze was distant, as if imagining the scenario of her capture. “To be taken... claimed... blissfully trapped...” He turned back to her, “it would almost be too much for a father to bear. Thankfully, you're safe here.”

“Yeah...” she said breathily. The mere idea made her shudder. Her father's friends were usually not so compelling. Her father. What would he think of her traitorous thoughts? She tried to push her feelings away. She failed.

Drew tilted his head away from her and scanned the lobby. He could see the shadow of Senator Peralta pace behind his windowed door, shouting on his phone. All the while, his two bodyguards talked to the cute receptionist in the middle of the room.

He turned back to her and ran his hand in between the cleft of her legs. She let out a low moan and rubbed his hand harder against her soaked jeans. He came within kissing distance of her face and let his manly musk overpower her senses.

“I have something to show you...”

“Yes?” she said, her voice trembling and full of need.

“There's a great coffee shop on the floor below.” He could see a momentary flicker of concern come across her eyes. “But don't worry. You'll be safe. Your father has men on every floor and I'm a pretty big guy, too.”

She sighed in relief. “Oh yes...I'd like that.” she purred and couldn't shake her need for him. What had come over her? Her eyes lowered to his crotch and she licked her lips as she saw his bulging package. She wasn't sure if it was asleep or erect, it was so sizable she didn't care.

He gave her a lingering kiss on the lips. Her hands fluttered as the tiniest whine of desire emerged from her delicate throat. He pulled away and caressed her chin. “Come, let's get out of here.”

***

Ten minutes later in a restroom adjacent to the coffee shop, the couple went about the real reason why they went down to the lower floor. She trembled and moaned as he pinned her against a wall. He held her by the hair as he feasted on her soft, feminine lips.

He pushed her down to her knees and she trembled with desire when she felt his restrained member swell through his pants. Like his body, his groin radiated heat. An erotic heat that she was helpless to keep from seeping into herself.

She parted his jeans and stroked his restrained cock like some sacred relic. It was more than a craving she had, it was a need.

At last she pulled his tremendous cock free. The thing was heavy in her hands and seethed precum like some sexual viper. She wrapped her mouth around it and lathered his shaft with her slick tongue. She was insatiable.

Feeling the thing stiffen and swell even more within her mouth drove her on. She imagined what it would be like to have it pierce her. The simple thought made her soaking pussy moisten even more. As she licked and ran her tongue along his tremendous length she envisioned his cock, hard as a rock and hot with his vitality, exploding inside her.