Reclaiming Her Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) (2 page)

He looked boldly into her eyes as he opened the remaining buttons with his skillful fin
gers, deftly exposing the swells of creamy flesh encased in demure white satin. "I've missed touching you," he murmured. His tongue dipped into her cleavage as his fingers unhooked the clasp and the satin fell away.

***

Nathaniel kissed lower, sliding the straps of Kat's sundress from her shoulders. His skillful fingers found the hidden zipper and slowly pulled until the dress was open to her waist. She heard a sharp intake of breath as he realized she wasn't wearing a bra, and even as his hands cupped her tits reverently, he looked at her with obvious surprise, one eyebrow raised.

"I can't wear one under this dress," she confessed. And then, rueful, "They're on the small side, anyway."

"Shhhhh... They're perfect," he breathed, brushing his palms over her hardened nubs, making her gasp and arch against his hands. And then, slyly, "Though it is naughty of you, walking around like that."

At the word "naughty" her pulse quickened and her lips parted. He saw it and kissed her
again, this time more teasingly, until she grabbed the back of his dark hair and held his face to hers. "Don't tease me," she pleaded when they separated for breath. "Please, Nathaniel, don't tease me..." She sank into the ecstasy of his kisses, his firm body only inches away from hers.

He lowered his mouth to explore her breasts with his tongue. She gasped as he took one taut peak between his teeth, nipping gently and then savoring it with his mouth, slowly sucking away the sting of his bite. Again and a
gain he nipped and soothed, pain and pleasure pulsing in alternating electric shocks through her body, seemingly connected from her nipples to her pussy. Between her thighs she was ecstatically liquid and hot.

"Please..." She didn't even know what she was
begging for.

"Kat..." He brought his face back up to hers and kissed her tenderly. "We belong together."

"I'm yours," she whispered. "Please, Nathaniel, don't stop."

"I don't think I could if I wanted to," he said. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

She nodded mutely, her lips swollen and parted, her entire body thrumming with need.

"I love you, Kat," he vowed, and he lowered his mouth to the base of her neck.

Nathaniel growled deep in his throat as he seized her tender flesh between his teeth, and she exploded with pleasure. She was falling, then splitting into a million little stars, every molecule of her being dividing and reassembling in those seconds of ecstasy, heat radiating from her core as the shocks rippled through her entire body. His grasp on her became more powerful as he struggled not to phase. She, too, fought against her animal instinct, teetering on the edge of her human self, straddling the line between wolf and human. She drowned in her pleasure and resurfaced, crying out Nathaniel's name, as he licked at her little wound, soothing and healing it and murmuring quiet endearments. And when she sank, spent, into his arms, he buried his face in her hair and whispered, "You're mine now, beautiful girl. You're mine and I'm yours."

Kat bar
ely had time to realize what had just happened when Monique's voice, clear as a bell, sang out from the side of the barn.   

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**

The shock of remembering that day under the apricot tree sobered Kat. She pushed a dazed Nathaniel away and pulled her clothing tightly back around her. He was unable to quickly comprehend what was happening, confusion all over his handsome face. It took
all her willpower to keep him at arms' length, but she couldn't lose herself again. Not like this.

"You said I never came," she began slowly. "You said Monique gave me the message. What did you mean?"

"After you ran away, she asked what happened and I told her. And then I asked her to have you meet me there the next evening, at dusk. But I waited and you never showed. She came instead and told me you weren't coming because I was moving too fast for you and you were scared."

Ice filled her veins. "Monique n
ever said you asked to meet me," Kat said bitterly. "When she came home that day she warned me about you. She said you had laughed about me after I left, told her how inexperienced I was, told her that you just wanted to see if I would sleep with you." 

H
e looked at her incredulously. "How could you even believe something like that? What have I ever done, in all the time you've known me, that would make you think I'm capable of that?" He stood up and angrily paced back and forth. "I thought we
connected
. You were supposed to be my
mate
. How could you possibly think I'd do that?"

Her voice sounded pitiful even to her. "She's my sister. She's done horrible things to me all my life, but I never thought she'd do that. It might seem stupid to you, but I believe
d what she told me. And obviously, you did too."

He only shook his head. "I'm sorry, Kat. I guess I never thought..." His jaw clenched. "She made it sound like I forced myself on you, and when you wouldn't talk to me, I figured that's how you really felt
and I left you alone."

She couldn't look at him, not when he kneeled down again in front of her and took her into his arms, not when he whispered her name against her eyelids, not when he brushed his lips gently against hers in a kiss that reminded her of
that first kiss, not even when his tongue found the mark that he had given her so many moons ago.

"You've always been the only one for me," he murmured. "I love you." His breath was hot on her skin, setting her blood boiling again.

"Then why my sister? Of all people, why Monique?" Her voice was quavered as she fought back tears.

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I wanted
you,
so badly I couldn't think about anything else. But when you made it clear you didn't want anything to do with me, I had to move on to take my mind off you. I admit, I hoped you would be jealous, but I didn't think you even cared. I never meant to hurt you, Kat, I promise."

Her mind reeled with his confession, and she leapt to her feet and fought against her desire to run.
Just tell him how you feel
, she chided herself.
He loves you. He never meant to hurt you
.
Just believe him.

***

All the world was silent but for the occasional rustling of some nocturnal creature. Kat ached to touch Nathaniel and lose herself in making love to him, but she had her confession to make. It wasn't fair for him to do all the work.

Finally she began. "Nathaniel, I-- I'm sorry if I acted like I didn't want to be with you. I wasn't afraid that day, not of you. Maybe of how badly I wanted you, maybe of what I was feelin
g, but never of you."

She cleared her throat and pushed on. "I had never... I had never felt those things before. No one ever touched me like that or told me they loved me. It was like my whole world opened up that day. So when I thought it didn't mean an
ything to you..." She remembered bawling in her sister's arms, Monique's words of phony comfort, the months of misery she spent pining over Nathaniel when they could have been together, and she seethed with a rage so powerful she had to fight to suppress it.

She pulled Nathaniel close and twined her fingers through his hair. His face was so beautiful it hurt to look at him, and finally she felt the knot of fear unravel and flow from herself. "I love you," she vowed fiercely. "I'm yours. You're mine. We bel
ong together."

He rose to his knees and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her by the hips and nuzzling her taut tummy. When his face pressed between her thighs, the heat flared again. She gripped his dark curls as he slowly unzipped her, shimmying he
r jeans down to her ankles. In that moment she wished she could capture the look of hunger on his face as he gazed intently at the slight swell of her mound, soft hair crushed under cotton, before burying his face against it and inhaling her scent. He growled, a quiet rumble in his chest, as he nuzzled and licked the damp patch between her thighs.

And then he tugged off her boots, one by one, and stepped her out of her jeans, one foot at a time, kissing each calf in turn and trailing his fingers along each
thigh. He pulled her effortlessly to the ground and parted her thighs, continuing to nuzzle and nip and suck her through her thin panties, making her gasp and quiver under his skillful ministrations.

By the time his fingers finally probed behind the fabr
ic, she was a puddle of need. He took his time with her, dipping his fingers inside her and rubbing the sensitive bud of her clit and nipping the insides of her thighs as he touched her. It seemed an unbearable pleasurable eternity before he yanked off her panties, leaving her spread before him in only an open sweater and socks.

Finally his face was between Kat's widespread thighs, his nose buried in the fragrant curls as his tongue worked her sensitive flesh. He probed and savored her with his tongue, at
times sucking her clit so that the buzzing began in her head and other times plunging his tongue inside her soft folds to lap at her nectar, causing a sweet tingle that she wanted to chase to the end.

But when he began fluttering his tongue against her se
nsitive bud in earnest, sliding a finger in and out of her wet cunt in a steady rhythm, her entire body was suffused in sensation. "Oh, Nathaniel," she moaned. "Don't stop... don't stop..." She tossed her head back and forth and clawed his shoulders as he devoured her, rubbing his entire face in her wetness, making her pant and whimper and beg for release. Her thighs shook uncontrollably as she peaked and peaked and peaked but still didn't climax until he reached up to pinch one nipple. The little bite of pain sent her soaring over the edge. She came so hard she arched off the bed roll and cried out his name over and over again, spasms wracking her entire body.

Nathaniel crawled over her, stroked her hair, and kissed her, his mouth pungent with her aroma. A
gainst her lips he groaned, "I need to be inside you, Kat."

She nodded, lost in thought of experiencing that sweet ecstasy again, that beautiful shattering bliss. She took in every inch of his lean body, his muscular arms and strong thighs and tight butto
cks, as he undressed. The bulge in his boxer briefs was formidable, but she wanted every bit of him. She needed to be one with her mate, the way she should have been long ago.

When he lowered himself inside her she was aching, writhing against him,  but h
e held her hips fast. "Slow," he whispered. "Plenty of time left for fast. I want to enjoy you." And when he finally positioned his cock at her lubricious opening, she gasped to feel him entering her so slowly, filling her up in infinitesimal increments. She moaned as he sank into her and she enveloped him in her tight clutch. He set the pace and she matched the thrusting of his hips with her own movements, rocking with him, urging him on, and when he lowered his face to kiss her she realized her every fantasy.

He moved in her like he'd been born to do it, his cock rubbing against every beautifully sensitive spot inside her. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and whimpered softly as he moved in her, her pleasure building again, incredibly. Her n
ails clawed his back and clutched at his ass as she took every thrust, relishing the sensation of his cock filling her to the hilt. She felt she could die with him inside her, so utterly filled and fucked and loved. Above her Nathaniel glistened with perspiration, his blood running even hotter with the exertion of his pumping, his eyes hazy with pleasure.

She could feel his restraint, but she wanted him to let go and feel the earth-shattering pleasure she had experienced. When he bit his lip and looked int
o her eyes, Kat whispered, "Come inside me. I want to feel you.... Please, Nathaniel, come inside me!"

With a strangled "Fuck!" he shuddered against her, burying his face in her neck and groaning softly as he spent himself in her. She felt him fill her, h
is breath hot on her mark. And as he lay on top of her, collecting his breath, Kat realized she had never felt so thoroughly a woman as she did in that moment, filled with her mate's hot seed, her body soft and relaxed in the afterglow of her orgasm.   

***

But there was still the matter of the life they had left behind, the one they would return to the next day. While Nathaniel lay in peaceful slumber beside her, Kat couldn't sleep for a moment, thinking about her sister and the Council and what it meant to be mated to Nathaniel. She couldn't let him go, not again.

And then her hand traveled unconsciously to her tummy. Was it too much to hope that she was already pregnant? They hadn't used any protection. It was crazy, she knew, but visions of little cu
rly-haired babies who looked like Nathaniel were too irresistible. Unconsciously she rubbed little circles as she wondered what it would be like to carry his child, to feel a part of him growing inside her.

When his hand covered hers, she realized he was
awake. "I was thinking the same thing," he murmured groggily. "I was hoping... I know it's soon..." She could feel him thickening against her as he cupped her breasts and teased, "I want to see how big these get with my baby inside you." She giggled and slapped his hand away and just like that he was on top of her again, and then buried inside her, rocking her again in a sweetly familiar rhythm. They were lazy this time, stopping and starting and kissing and touching, until Kat couldn't take it any more and bit Nathaniel's lip, daring him to be rough. He threw her legs over his shoulders and she cried out with the impossible depths of his strokes.