Charming The Alpha (8 page)

Leaving her mouth, his lips found a sensitive spot on her neck and she felt her legs go weak. As she ran her fingers through his hair, she lifted her leg around his hip, letting her skirt ride up. Through her thin panties she felt the outline of his hard cock through his jeans.

He continued to kiss her neck, making her want him even more. She couldn't take it and began shifting her hips, letting herself rub against his bulge until she unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down past his hips, releasing his member.

Wrapping her hand around him, she stroked his long, thick rod as his breath came faster. He pulled her sweater off and tossed it aside. Burying his face in her chest, his lips and tongue slid over her skin as he lowered the straps of her bra, then unhooked it.

"I want you so badly," she said breathlessly.

Moving her hips close again, she pressed the bulbous head of his cock against the wet spot of her panties. His teeth closed around one of her stiff nipples and she gasped with pleasure. Sliding panty aside, she rubbed his tip against her clit before moving it to her entrance.

"Not yet," he said huskily.

Sucking her nipple hard, his hands went down the curve of her body. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and pushed them down her round ass. His tongue moved to her other nipple and he circled it before kissing it softly before his lips traveled down from her breasts as he slid her panties off her.

Kneeling in front of her, he smiled up at her as he lifted her leg onto his shoulder. He nipped the hip of her opposite leg, then kissed her thigh as his fingers caressed her. His teeth closed around a sensitive area on her inner thigh, near her sex and she jumped a little then giggled.

With her breathing ragged, she looked down at him and he smiled, his eyes glued to hers as his fingers slowly entered her. Moaning, she closed her eyes, her head back against the wall. Her body buzzed with excitement and desire and she couldn't control her hips from rocking, forcing his fingers in and out of her wetness.

When his firm tongue slid over her clit, she cried out and grabbed his hair, keeping him in place. The warmth of his tongue circled her nub and rubbed as her body trembled. She didn't know if she could keep herself standing for much longer, but she didn't want him to stop.

Clutching her ass with his hand, he helped support her as his lips surrounded her swollen clit and sucked gently before his tongue continued.

"Oh, Caleb, I'm so close...but I need you inside me."

He rose to his feet, holding her leg up in his hand. Biting one of her nipples, she jumped and her body shook more, making him smile.

He rubbed his spongey tip over her clit and entrance as his tongue dipped into her mouth, meeting her tongue. Her body pulsed strongly from her core and she couldn't take much more.

"Why are you torturing me?" she whispered.

"You have no idea what torture just being near you is," he said as he rubbed his cheek against her shoulder.

The feeling of his beard gently scratching her skin, made her head swim. Every touch pushed her closer to the edge.

"Then please..." she said gasping as he entered her briefly.

"I just want you to come. And want it to be amazing for you."

"Just fuck me already," she said grinning as she grabbed his ass firmly.

Kissing her lips, he entered her slowly, groaning. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him as he filled her with his length. Holding onto him tightly, she didn't think she could take him all in.

A thin sheen of sweat covered them as he began to slowly thrust his hips. Feeling him inside her, every nerve tingled with excitement and pleasure. She shifted her hips and with each time he entered her, his cock rubbed along her clit.

"Almost...so close," she breathed, amazed with how good everything felt.

Moving her hips with him, he continued to stroke her nub before his rod moved deeper into her with each thrust. Her breath grew ragged, and she clutched him hard. His breathing was fast.

Suddenly the pressure inside her released and she cried out as her body shook and pulsed. She felt his warmth release within her and he growled softly.

Carrying her over to the black leather couch, she laid on top of him as they caught their breaths. He kissed the top of her head and then her lips when she looked up at him, exhausted.

The doorbell rang and he groaned, realizing it was the restaurant. "I guess an hour wasn't enough time," he said. "I want more of you. I need it."

She nodded, still unable to speak but wanting more of him too. Taking off his shirt, he gave it to her to put on while he pulled on his jeans to open the door.

Setting the food down on the cocktail table, kissed her quickly and smiled. "Let's eat. Then later I'm having you for dessert." He winked and began opening the cartons then lit a couple of candles. Wondering how quickly she could eat, Hannah couldn't wait to be his final course.

Chapter Eleven

Blinded by the sun's reflection off the marble and stone building that was City Hall, Hannah squinted and kept her head down as she climbed the steps two at a time. After entering through the large wooden doors, she made her way upstairs to the Department of Public Records where a frail, bald man with a pair of thick round glasses, sat behind a desk in front of a room filled with filing cabinets.

With his head down, looking at a stack of papers on his desk, Hannah stood in front of the desk waiting for him to acknowledge her. Shifting on her feet, and lightly tapping the top of the desk, she began to get impatient. She didn't want to be rude, but he was acting like she wasn't even there.

Clearing her throat, she waited for him to look up. Nothing. Not even a glance. She coughed loudly while looking at him, but still no response. Leaning down she put herself directly in his line of sight when he snored. Gently shaking his shoulder, she stepped back when he snorted and shook his head.

"Oh hello there, dear. I must have dozed off. What can I help you with?" he asked, his voice gritty.

"I live in Leeds Point and was wondering if you could give me some information about the house I live in and my ancestors."

"Goodness me. You wouldn't believe the amount of records we have. And its all paper. The original documents are now all public record so if you'd like I can bring you to that area and you can look for what you're interested in."

He hobbled towards the back of the room and Hannah followed him, forcing herself to walk slow instead of running ahead like she really wanted. The area smelled musty and the florescent light overhead buzzed softly. As he tapped the top of an old, taupe filing cabinet dust flew into the air.

"These are them, dear. Unfortunately the cabinets aren't marked. If you need any help just come get me, or ask for Abraham if I'm not around and they'll find me."

"Thank you, sir," Hannah said before he wobbled briefly then headed back towards his desk.

As she pulled open a drawer, the cabinet made a horrible scraping sound. The filing cabinets were so old they rusted years ago. She yanked open another one, letting the metallic groan fill the air.

A long row of yellowed paper greeted her. Pushing back the stack so she could look at the first one, she saw a name that began with A.
Close enough,
she thought as she skipped ahead several inches of paper to find the C's. Thumbing through the files she saw 'Crane' flip past and went back to find it.

She couldn't believe her good luck. Excited, she pulled out the piece of paper and saw her address on top. It was the original land deed. Rebekah Crane's name was listed with her husband Jacob's, but it was neatly crossed out.

At the bottom of the deed, a notarized portion declared the land belonging to Rebekah after charges of witchcraft and wolf charming were dropped. It seemed her husband accused her of witchcraft after finding out she had an affair.

Hannah thought about the Jersey Devil tales and wondered if they all began because of an angry, jealous husband. Yanking open several other cabinets didn't provide her with the answers she wanted.
 

She found the Leeds Point bible where all births were recorded and saw Rebekah listed thirteen times, once for each child. The last child had a deceased date next to him. It was enough to make Hannah realize she needed a folklore refresher. She had to find the oldest stories about the Jersey Devil.

After closing the cabinets with a strong shove, she ran through the short maze of files to Abraham's desk. Turning to thank him, she noticed he was asleep again and just kept walking. The public library was a couple blocks away and she couldn't wait to continue her research.

The library stood at the center of a busy block. It was one of the oldest libraries in the state and had been recently renovated. Hannah remembered going there with her mother and Pea when she was a child. The lower level had a blue three story doll house Hannah always admired on their visits there.

She thought about entering on the lower level, just to walk past and see if the doll house was still there and as she remembered it, but she didn't have time for nonsense. Positive the answer would stop the murders of Caleb's pack, she needed to get to the root of Rebekah's curse.

Climbing the sandstone steps up to the circular foyer, Hannah grew anxious. She was sure she would get some answers here. And curiosity had already gotten the better of her.
 

If she couldn't find out what she needed to there, she was definitely summoning Rebekah in the clearing. Another full moon was already here and she knew that, coupled with her seeing her before meant she could bring her back again.

A gust of warm air and the smell of books enveloped her as she entered the library. The main section was rounded like the building's exterior. At the center was a long rectangular desk with two academic looking people–a man with a tweed blazer, and a woman in a tan skirt with a black turtleneck shirt. Both of them smiled as she entered the foyer with its square stained glass skylights.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked as the man went back to scanning a stack of returned books.

"Yes, where can I find articles about the Jersey Devil?"

The man's head popped up and he smiled warmly at Hannah. "I can help you with that," he said as he stepped around from the expansive desk. "I'm Brian. I'm considered the Jersey Devil expert around here. If you don't mind my talking your ear off, I'd love to help you."

"Ok great, I'm looking for the origins of the story."

Brian led Hannah through a two story archway lined with bookcases. Stopping towards the end of an aisle, he pulled out several books and motioned for her to continue following him. He placed the books down on a long table at the back of the room, near picture windows that faced the adjacent park.

"Anything in particular about the origins?" he asked as he sat down. "As I'm sure you know, there are several theories."

"I'm really looking for anything about Rebekah Crane."

"Ahh, Mother Leeds. Such a tragic story really. Most people don't even know her real name," he said as he flipped through a hardcover book and then slid it in front of her. "This book has a collection of writings from the 1600's all based on the Jersey Devil."

"What's tragic about her story? All I know is she cursed the baby while she was in labor. I imagine she was tired of being baby making machine."

"That's the tale, but I doubt it's true. There's no evidence, but I always felt she was a victim of her time. Based on research I have done on that time period, women who cared for the land themselves were more likely to get accused of witchcraft. Many of those accusers stood to gain adjoining portions of their property if said witch was prosecuted."

"That's terrible!" Hannah said.

"Indeed. Rebekah was lucky though. Her accuser was her husband. But before his claim was finalized he came down with a brain fever and died. Many people believe Rebekah was behind it, but Jacob Leeds was well established as the town drunk, so most were happy to be rid of him."

"What happened to her after he died?

"Unfortunately there are woefully few accounts of her after his death. I believe she shut herself away from society. Perhaps she was embarrassed after all she went through with him. As time went on though the stories Jacob told came back and grew even more fanciful. It's from these that the tales we know as the Jersey Devil came to life."

"Wow, what a rough life that must have been. It's a shame there isn't more information. So did she really have thirteen children?"