The Wayward Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) (2 page)

Maybe I’d been pampered too much on the plane and was way more relaxed then I should have been. There had still been a lot missing from Redthorn’s file, and even after I’d read the thing twice on the tablet, I was still missing a whole bunch of info. Information like where he was born, if Redthorn was his real name, and who his revenge targets were. I didn’t even know if he liked the council.

I reached under my skirt and palmed one of the knives. Better safe than sorry.

A second later Redthorn came out in a navy sweater and dark wash jeans. The outfit totally conflicted with the Viking look he had going for him. A broad sword, long beard, and chainmail would have looked a whole lot better.

“Going to stare at me all night?” Redthorn lifted a brow as he took the couch across from me and popped his bare feet up on the coffee table, nodding at the knife I hadn’t bothered to hide. “Going to use that on me, little wolf?”

I narrowed my eyes at him and leaned forward to slap the knife on the table and pass him the letter. “Not unless you provoke me. And I’m a century you’re senior, show some respect.”

The alpha had the balls to laugh at me as he took the letter and tore it open. “You might be older, but I’m bigger, stronger, and an alpha. You will always be a cute, little wolf to me.”

I decided to just hold my tongue. I couldn’t tell if the alpha was flirting with me or just insulting me, it had been a long time since I’d encountered either. I just watched him scan the letter, his expression never changing. I hadn’t read the missive, knowing that whatever was in it was for Redthorn’s eyes only, and besides, it was rude to open other people’s mail.

“They want me to come back.” he threw the envelope on the table and folded his arms behind his head.

Crossing my ankles, I nodded at him.

“And they sent you here to make sure I went back?”

Again I nodded, but this time I added a sweet smile and tilted my head. “I was given strict orders to take you back… by any means necessary.”

Redthorn didn’t as much as move a muscle at the threat. He stroked his newly shaved jaw, and regarded me curiously. “I didn’t come here for fun. I have a score that I’m very close to settling.”

I waved my hand and looked directly into his eyes. They were nice eyes too, the color of a new leaf during the first days of spring. “Revenge can always wait. Your pack needs you now.”

Redthorn shrugged. “My pack will survive a little while longer.” His eyes hardened and his jaw clenched. “My revenge can’t.”

I couldn’t help the shiver that raced up my spine at his words. Even when I’d been at my lowest, in my darkest place, my words hadn’t been that cold. Whatever these people had done to him must have been pretty bad. While I understood the need for vengeance, even supported it, there was a time and a place to deal with it, and it wasn’t now.

I decided that stroking his ego might be best. “I understand the desire, Alpha Redthorn.” I leaned forward and dropped my voice to a sultry purr. “But your pack needs you. Your betas need you. I need you.”

If working for the council had taught me anything, it was to use every weapon in your arsenal. While I knew I could probably hold my own with the other wolf, he was still an alpha and—like he’d said—was bigger and stronger than me. Speed and accuracy might be on my side, but the barely leashed power running under the alpha’s skin was more than I could handle. And I knew it.

So, female wiles it was.

Redthorn moved his feet off the table and dropped his elbows onto his thighs as he leaned closer to me. “Is that how you plan to incentivize me, little wolf? I won’t refuse you if it is.”

Sex in exchange for an alpha going back and taking care of his pack, I could do a lot worse. While the thought of pimping myself out for any reason, even the greater good, made my skin crawl, tumbling into bed with Redthorn had the opposite effect.

As much as I hated to admit it, indulging in a night of hot, steamy sex with the big Viking wolf did have its appeal. So much appeal that I was seriously considering doing it.

“Will you come back with me?” I asked, needing to know what I was about to do wouldn’t be for nothing.

“Are you seriously considering having sex with me?” he asked me curiously, and I blinked back in surprise.

It was one thing saying it in my head, but another to hear it out loud. I should have felt bad, dirty, like what I was about to do was wrong. But none of those emotions came to the forefront. The only thing that came was a wash of heat through my whole body that made my nipples hard and my clit throb.

How long had it been since I’d had sex? I tried to count back, but after I realized I was counting years, I stopped trying. Let’s just say, it had been a very, very long time.

“I am.” I said, pushing off the couch and going over to him.

Redthorn leaned away and I took that opportunity to straddle his legs. I had never been all that sexy, choosing weapons over jewelry and training over parties, but for some reason seducing Redthorn felt
right
.

Talking to Redthorn was the most natural thing in the world. The thought of having him inside me, above me, under me felt so right, I knew something had to be off. I hadn’t known the wolf for more than fifteen minutes, and I was about to jump into bed with him. I was confused by my own behavior, by the emotions coursing through me. I was missing something here, something very important.

I saw Redthorn’s eyes darken, and again a shiver raced down my back, but this time it was for a whole new reason. The look he gave me promised things many men would fail to deliver, but not him. He would be different.

I could only imagine how many broken hearts the alpha had left in his wake, but I was damn sure not going to be one of them. This was sex. Hot, freeing, exhilarating sex, and for the first time in my life I took my emotions out of it and enjoyed the simple pleasure of being with another person in the most elemental way possible.

Redthorn’s hand locked on my hips and he pulled me closer, letting the moment drag out and the anticipation build. By the time he kissed me, I had soaked through my panties. And when his hands moved up my body to my breasts and ripped by bra and shirt off I was about a second away from coming. Then his mouth closed hotly around my nipple, gave it a sharp tug, and I was there.

With a keening cry I ripped my mouth away from Redthorn, tiny shudders wracking my body. “Good?” he purred, licking around my nipple and sucking the tight bud back into his mouth.

“Very.” I moaned and ground my hips against him.

In a second, Redthorn picked me up of the couch and my legs locked instinctively around his hips, feeling the hot, hard length of him between the apex of my thighs.

I couldn’t help the groan that escaped me.

Through the jeans I could feel him, and I silently wondered if I could take him. It wasn’t like I was some petite flower, but at the same time I also knew my limits. Redthorn would definitely push those limits if he thought for a second he was fitting that…
thing
inside of me!

“It’ll fit.” the dreadful wolf chuckled against my hair as he walked to the bedroom.

Rolling my eyes, I didn’t even bother to respond. The man was far too cocky for his own good, and I was far too horny to care. All I wanted now was him, all of him, shoved deep until I couldn’t think or breathe or care.

The bed hit my back with the impact of a cloud, and I opened myself wide, stroking the soft sheets. Fresh clean cotton was like an aphrodisiac to me. The effect was similar to giving me a diamond ring. Give me a pair of awesome sheets, and I’d toss the diamond in a heartbeat.

“Redthorn stared down at me for a long minute, and I wondered what it was he saw. Did he see a woman desperate for sex? Maybe a temptress using every weapon in her arsenal? Or a horny knight who didn’t care if the consequences of her actions came back to bite her in the morning?

Then again, he might have just been looking at my hazel skin, curling dark brown hair, and wide chocolate eyes. I’d been told a time or two that was how I looked, but to me, I just looked mixed. Desserts didn’t describe my skin or my eyes, they described dessert. But for Redthorn, I was willing to be every dessert, every flavor of chocolate and melted caramel he could ever desire.

“I want you. Now,” I bit out, my wolf coming to the surface.

Redthorn leaned close to me and reached over to yank down my skirt. I didn’t have time to register that I was naked, before his hands were on my body, holding me down so his tongue could tattoo my skin.

When had desire felt this… consuming? I couldn’t remember another time I had wanted a man so badly, that I hadn’t been worried about him seeing me naked in the light, every one of my imperfections on display. I just couldn’t dredge up the insecurity that usually followed with sex.

It. Felt. Great!

“More!” I whispered as his tongue dipped into my belly button. I could feel his fingers on the inside of my thighs, spreading me wide. For a second I paused, wondering if I should have gotten that wax. Did men like women who were shaved? Would he hate it? God, what if he—

But I worried about the wrong thing, because Redthorn wasn’t like any man I’d been with. His wolf was in control, and he set the beast loose! There was no inhibiting his animal nature, no fights with himself, but total surrender.

I felt his tongue between my legs stroking high into me. I couldn’t register the pleasure before I was suddenly coming, and his tongue was entering my slick channel, the texture abrasive, the length longer than a human's.

My head snapped back and my entire body arched as his fangs rubbed against my engorged clit. “S-stop. I c-can’t take it.” I cried out.

I tried to turn and scoot away, tried to close my thighs, but he never relented, never gave me a moment to rest. Redthorn’s wolf was completely in control, taking me with a single minded obsession.

“No.” his wolf growled low and flicked his tongue, hard against my clit.

Another orgasm hit me and I cried out, tears streaming down my face as every muscle clenched, released, quivered. Spots were in my vision, and I couldn’t so much as lift a finger. Sated didn’t even begin to describe my state, and the man had barely started.

“Come on, little wolf. Not going to quit on me, are you?” Redthorn chuckled as he pulled off his sweater and chucked his jeans.

The wolf inside of me lifted her head at the challenge, eyes glowing neon orange in anticipation. Redthorn noticed my eyes immediately and paused, looking down at me. I couldn’t decipher the look he was giving me, but after another second it didn’t matter, because my wolf had jumped to the forefront.

Before my brain could process what my body had done, I’d launched myself at Redthorn, sending him tumbling back into the wall. I kept him pinned there as I rubbed up against him, coating my body with his sandalwood scent.

I felt a growl rumble against his chest before he shifted, and was suddenly behind me. I felt his callused hands as he stroked my ass. I pushed back against him and growled, needing him with passion only animals knew.

There was no finesse in our joining as he thrust into me, driving my body up the wall. It was about sating the wolves inside of us, giving them what they’d been howling for.

I flattened my palms against the plaster and pushed back against him. I whined low in my throat, scratching at the wall when he grew bigger.

“Come for me.” Redthorn growled against my neck, fangs rubbing against the sensitive vein there.

For a second I wondered if he would bite me, mark me, and claim me as his. I had never wanted to be claimed, never thought of mating. While all the females in my pack were going through the change and looking at every male wolf in assessment, I had been training my ass off.

Even after I had sex for the first time, I never felt the need to mate with the wolf. I didn't wanted him for a mate, just a sex friend. I had liked him, had fun with him, but that had been the extent of our relationship.