Shifters Gone Alpha (28 page)

Liam growled low in his throat as Hannah lifted to her knees, gripped his cock, and positioned it at her opening. As she slowly seated him within her warmth, her walls quickly adjusted to his girth, fitting around him like a glove. They sighed in unison, the sound of complete bliss a loving embrace between them. Never had two people fit more perfectly together.

He felt through their mating bond how important it was to her to control their first coupling and Liam resisted the urge to move. Her feminine walls contracted more frequently and with more pressure until he was sure he would embarrass himself.

“I’m going to die beneath you,
mo ghra’,
” he panted, wheezing with the effort to breath.

“Can you think of a better way to go?” Hannah chuckled, thankfully as breathless as he was.

Finally, right before Liam lost consciousness, Hannah lifted, tightening around him as she raised high enough he feared falling from her tight, warm sex. Instead, his mate descended, rolling her hips when she touched down, starting a rhythm…rising and falling…tightening and rolling…driving Liam and his dragon nearly insane.

His hands cupped her breasts, feeling the pebble of her hardened nipple against his palm as he squeezed her silky skin. The sight of his mate riding him with such wild abandon brought the beast to the forefront, the dragon would no longer be denied. Grabbing her waist, he rolled them until Hannah’s blue eyes were looking up at him. Her legs automatically tightened around him, her hands grabbing his shoulders for purchase as he began thrusting into her.

His control completely shattered as she met him thrust for thrust, the sounds of their flesh slapping against one another mixed with their harsh breaths filled the room. The faster they moved, the louder she moaned. Her hands slipped from his shoulders and he felt the bite of her nails as they slid down his back. His dragon roared and the man arched his back, thrilled he had driven her to such heights.

Her pussy contracted tighter and tighter as his cock swelled and his balls again grew tight. They were both so very close that he would do whatever possible to see them release together. Reaching between their bodies, he rubbed his thumb against her clit. Hannah’s nails bit deeper into his back, she bowed up until only the weight of his body kept her from coming off the bed. She was frantic beneath him as he slammed into her, bumping her cervix on every thrust.

“Look at me, Hannah,”
Liam sent directly into her mind as he lightly pinched her swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger. Her eyes snapped to his and together they released. Her pussy contracted around him, holding him tight, milking him of every last drop. When Hannah began to relax, he moved slowly in and out of her, wringing the last of her orgasm from deep within. He smiled as she shivered from his semi-erect cock rubbing against her sensitive walls.

Her eyes began to clear, a satisfied sparkle replacing the clouds of euphoria. His heart clenched in his chest and his dragon purred when she stretched beneath him, the lazy grin of contentment once again gracing her lips. Unwilling to leave the haven of his mate, he rolled to his side taking her with him until their heads rested comfortably on the pillows at the head of the bed.

It wasn’t long before Hannah cuddled against his chest. Her sigh leaving a path of heat across his cooling skin that caused him to give a tiny shiver.
“Chilly?”
She chuckled.

“Never with you
, mo chroi’,
never with you
.”

He could feel her thinking, but avoided being nosy and waited patiently, confident his mate would share her thoughts with him. Seconds later Liam was rewarded for his patience.

“I love you like no other, Liam Drennan.”

“And I love you with all that I am, Hannah Drennan. Eternity will never be enough.”

EPILOGUE

“Out! All of you get the hell out of my sight!”

He watched as the future of his coven scrambled from the room like rats scurrying from a burning building. It was the most disgusting sight he’d ever seen. The last person left the room, slamming the door on his way out, causing the
Grand Draoi
to throw his cane and anything else he could get his hands on in a fit of rage. When the leader of the
Dorcha
finally calmed down, he took in his surroundings and was immediately infuriated all over again.

“How the hell did those fucking dragons get the best of me again? It’s just not possible. I’m more powerful than they are. I’m sure as shit more cunning, but at every turn they take away my chance to regain all that I’ve lost. And this time they almost found the Priestess. Something that I simply cannot allow. She is the only link I have to Thantos and the key to unlocking the doorway to the Underworld.”

He mulled over what to do next. The need to know that Calysta was still secure and being tortured as he’d ordered got the best of him. For the tenth time since securing the hidden bottom level of their compound he called to Mara.

“Yes,
Draoi
?” She asked, kneeling as soon as she crossed the threshold of his office.

Smiling at her unwavering obedience, Cleland asked, “Is our prisoner still secure?”

“Yes,
Draoi
.”

“Is she receiving your utmost ‘care and attention’?” He snickered at his own joke.

“Yes,
Draoi
.”

He watched the subservient witch kneeling before him, amazed that the spell he’d used to steal her from her family was still holding strong, even after her more powerful, older sister had been within their walls just hours earlier. It would’ve been a true achievement to take two daughters from the sanctimonious Sarah Beth McKennon, but Fate had not been on his side.

He’d known for years that she and her family were white witches and not following the ways of the
Dorcha.
He had been willing to overlook their indiscretions as long as he could feed off their immense power, but now they were with the dragons. And if that wasn’t bad enough, one of her daughters was mated to one of the winged mongrels.

Not wanting to run the risk of pushing Mara too far, Cleland dismissed her. “Thank you, Mara. You may go.”

“Thank you,
Draoi
.” Mara stood and backed out of the room without once daring to meet his gaze. It was a level of obedience he wanted from all his followers. A level of commitment that was going to be essential to the
Dorcha’s
continued existence.

It was time for a new plan. One that would run the dragons from their homelands far away from the power of this ancient land and the legacy Cleland was trying to build. He called to two of his most trusted advisors. If anyone could help come up with a plan that would work, it was Nexus and Siam. They would know how to defeat the dragons and anyone else that got in his way.

“I will not be beaten. This
is
my Destiny.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Alicia crept through the forest, careful not to run into any of her sisters, her mother, one of the other witches, and most
definitely
a Dragon Guardsmen. It wouldn’t do to try to explain why she was traipsing all over the countryside before the sun had even risen. Not that she was really going anywhere near the entire countryside. In all actuality, her destination was always the same, a cave on the far side of the clearing that had been sealed tight with a huge boulder.

Her daily, sometimes twice daily, hikes had started the day after they’d come to stay with the Blue Dragons. It began with a dream that she couldn’t get out of her head. One that reoccurred every night, twice if she woke up, she tried to ignore it and return to sleep. Always starting and ending the same way. A haunting scene inside what she could only imagine was a deep cave. The scratchy, heavily-accented voice of a man calling her name over and over. He searched for her as if his life depended upon it. She could feel his panic always coupled with his absolute need to find her. It ended just as abruptly as it had begun and always left her feeling as if she’d somehow failed him.

How do you fail a man you’ve never met?

The worst thing was the dream would then begin again like a recording stuck on a loop. Every once in a while to break up the monotony, she would catch a glimpse of the side of his face, the slope of his broad shoulders, or if he ran in the opposite direction, his bare feet that were cut and bruised as if he’d climbed mountains without shoes. Unfortunately, nothing that gave a real clue as to his identity.

Alicia had tried calling out to him to no avail. He never answered or gave any indication he could hear her. She’d tried every spell or charm she knew of, and a few she’d looked up when Kyra had let her peruse
her
library, to stop dreams but nothing worked. Her mystery man still came to her and left her feeling as if she’d somehow failed him.

The dream was taking over every aspect of her life. There were even times it came to her during the day while she was zoning out doing dishes or pulling weeds in their ‘almost living’ garden. When she wasn’t trying to avoid sleeping and dreaming, she was searching for anyone that knew anything about the sealed up cave, just sure that whatever had been locked away in its rocky interior held the solution to her dilemma. 

The only thing the young witch knew for sure was that if she didn’t get a good night’s sleep soon, she was going to go bat-shit crazy and that was not a good look on anyone.

The Homecoming

By Ellis Leigh

Join the trio from The Gathering as they navigate their new life. Blasius and Dante must make their mate Moira feel welcome, but their mountain girl has trouble finding her footing on marble floors.

“Oh my God, it’s huge.”

“I do so love it when you say that, Moira.” Dante dropped my suitcase on the marble floor, the sound echoing through the vast hallway.

I rolled my eyes as Blaze chuckled. They’d both been nearly giddy in the helicopter on the flight to Chicago. Not that I could blame them. With our bonding complete, the three of us joined forever in a triad mating, I was feeling a little giddy myself. Meeting Dante and Blaze, two wolf shifters who’d been mated to each other for nearly five centuries, had irrevocably changed my life. I went from being a single shewolf in a small pack in the Appalachians to one third of the most powerful triad in all of North American wolf shifters.

As president of the National Association of the Lycan Brotherhood, Blaze, or Blasius Zenne, was the leader of the wolf shifter community, a title he took seriously. And Dante, as his mate, had made himself well-known as well by running the private security and investigative forces Blaze employed. Learning I’d been chosen by the fates as their balanced third, the final addition to complete the very rare triad union, had been an amazing experience. They made me feel stronger, useful, and needed.

That was, until I walked into the palace the two of them apparently called home. Suddenly the cotton dress I’d thought would be cute to travel in seemed way too casual, and the simplicity of my life before my mating seemed to almost dirty the gaudy grandeur around me. Mountain cabin to city mansion within forty-eight hours… It was all a bit much.

“What’s the plan for today?” Blaze asked, adorably casual in faded jeans and a black T-shirt. How he didn’t feel underdressed in this ridiculous foyer was beyond me. There was a chandelier, for crying out loud! A big, bright, crystal-encrusted chandelier with brass chains hanging it from the high ceiling. It probably cost more than all the cars my pack owned.

No, not my pack. Not any longer. Former pack…a thought that made my stomach drop out. I’d had to leave my pack and family behind to follow my mates to Merriweather Fields, the home of the president of the NALB. My home now.

“Well, my love,” Dante said, his smile falling as his dark eyes met mine. “I believe you and Moira here will have an afternoon to yourselves.”

“What?” I asked, spinning so fast my dark hair flew out around me like a cape. “Why? I thought we had three days to ourselves before work resumed.” Ugh, I hated to sound whiny, but I already felt completely off-kilter. I’d grown up on the side of a mountain with only my pack around me. When we’d agreed to join the NALB so we could attend their annual social event in hopes of bringing mates back with us, no one could have known the zigzag my life would take. I went from being the sister of a small pack’s Alpha to the mate of the leader of our shifter community in a moment. There hadn’t been a lot of processing time yet, and I wasn’t ready for my mates to leave me alone in this place. The halls were too big, the ceilings too high, and that damn chandelier looked as if it had teeth.

“I’m sorry,” Dante said, stepping toward me, slow and wary. “There’s an issue I need the staff to address. It won’t take me too long, and then I’ll be right back for a little quiet time with both my gorgeous mates.” He pulled me into his arms, warming me, making me feel grounded in the strange space. The space filled with staff…they had staff…I now had staff. Oh hell. “I promise, let me deal with this one thing then I’m yours for the whole three days we get to keep Blaze to ourselves.”

I frowned for a moment, but Dante swooped in and brought my bottom lip between his, sucking on it and making me moan. I opened my mouth to him, kissing him at a slow, wet pace that made my heart race. Damn, I needed my men. It’d only been a few hours since I’d groaned through an orgasm, coming around Dante’s talented tongue as Blaze rode him from behind. A few hours…nothing, really…and yet, the desperation for my mates clawed at me. Made me clingy and aroused. Needy in a nonsensical sort of way.

Dante pulled back slowly, licking his lips, his eyes dark and his lids heavy. “I think Blaze should take over, dove.”

I nodded, sighing as the man in question pressed himself against my back. At least I wasn’t being left alone just yet. I wasn’t ready for that. Blaze leaned over my shoulder to give Dante a quick kiss goodbye, and then set to work stripping my dress from my body.

“Aren’t you going to show me the bedroom?” I asked. Blaze’s hands rubbed hot and rough against my skin in a way that made me practically purr with delight.

Blaze shook his head against my shoulder before biting my neck. Hard. I jerked and growled, melting back into his hold as his tongue soothed that sting. His hands kept exploring, running all over my bare body. My hips, my waist, lifting my breasts, pinching my nipples. All the while, he kept his mouth on my neck, licking me, biting me. Driving me absolutely crazy.

“We don’t need a bedroom, sweet girl. We don’t need a bed or a couch or even a rug. Hell, I could take you right here in the foyer. Press you up against that wall and fill your sweet pussy from behind.”

I shivered, imagining his dirty words playing out, how hot he’d feel against my back. How strong he’d be. How good he’d stretch me as he slid into my swollen pussy. Already, I could feel the trickle down my thighs as his fingers played with me, teasing me, touching soft and slow.

“You like that thought, don’t you?” Blaze asked. He pushed me forward until I was pressed against the wall, my hands coming up on either side of my head, palms flat. “You like the idea of me taking control. Deciding what we do and where. How fast I enter you and how deep I thrust.”

I growled, unable to help myself. “Yes.”

“Hmmm, I wouldn’t have expected that so soon, sweet girl. You’ve been so dominating to both Dante and me, demanding exactly what you wanted and how.” He pressed himself against me, his body so hard and strong as it owned mine. “Not that I don’t like your will, Moira. I do. I like everything about you. It doesn’t matter who’s on top, we’ll both win. Multiple times if I get my way.”

I twisted enough to look back at him, wanting to make a sarcastic remark about winning, but that damned chandelier caught my attention before I could find his eyes. Glittering, shining, smiling with its crystal-tipped teeth, mocking me. I tried to shake off the distraction, to refocus on my mate’s hands and teeth and tongue, but Blaze must have noticed. He pulled away to give me room, his breaths coming in pants and his hands holding me to him more gently than before. Giving me an out if I needed one.

“What’s wrong?”

I shook my head, unable to catch my breath. “Nothing.”

He spun me and crouched lower, lifting my chin with one gentle finger until I was forced to meet his gaze. “Something happened there to make you go so rigid. Tell me.”

I shook my head and tried to pull him to me, needing his comfort, feeling overly exposed all of a sudden. He took a step back, refusing me. My stomach plummeted and the earth tilted as everything screeched to a halt.

“You don’t want me?”

Blaze sighed and pulled me into his arms. “Of course I want you. Every second of every day, no matter where I am or who I’m with, I want you. Your smile, your deep eyes, your wit, your strength—I want it all, every inch of it.” He leaned down, licking the seam of my lips with a growl. “I want your pussy on my face and your hands around my cock. I want you in every way, every position, in control or submissive as hell. I don’t care who takes the reins in our intimacies, I just want to drown myself in you. But this—” he looked me up and down, his brow furrowed “—this doesn’t seem like you. Moira O’Shea walked into the council room with the president of the NALB and ruled it without saying a word, above and beyond your own Alpha, who’s no weakling by any stretch. You demanded a joint claiming, both of us inside of you at once, when Dante and I would have happily settled for one at a time to keep from hurting you. Moira O’Shea climbed into my lap and took what she needed, sexually and emotionally, and bravely came home with two new mates and no knowledge of what lay ahead of her. My sweet girl could take on the world, and I’d happily sit back and let her. Right now, though, you’re literally trembling in my arms, and not because of my kisses.” He frowned, eyebrows drawn together. “What’s wrong, Moira?”

I shook my head again, keeping my eyes down, trying hard not to stare at the fucking chandelier. Not to notice the marble on the floor or the exotic wood on the walls. Searching for something to cling to as the world spun away from me.

Blaze sighed, his displeasure obvious, which only made me feel worse. “Talk to me, mate.”

I closed my eyes, clawing at him, needing his strength.

“Can we—” I licked my lips and clung to his shirt as I opened my eyes and peered up at him “—move this to the bedroom? I’d feel more comfortable in a smaller space, something a bit more private.”

Blaze stared down at me, his bright eyes guarded and disbelieving. I did my best to hold that powerful gaze, to prove to him I was okay. The chandelier glittered in the corner of my eye, daring me to look its way, trying to pry my attention from my mate. Stupid, scary light fixture.

Finally, Blaze sighed and nodded. “Whatever you want, my sweet girl. Whatever you need to be comfortable.”

He picked up my dress and handed it to me, avoiding my eyes. I clung to the fabric, using it to shield my nudity, knowing I had just screwed up but having no idea how to fix it. I followed Blaze down the hallway, skirting the edges of the hall to walk past the chandelier.

Past and not under…damn thing would probably crash on my head if I did that.

* * *

“Oh, fuck, my sweet girl. You feel so good.”

I moaned as Blaze rocked against me, his heavy erection deep inside me, the pressure of his pelvis making me shudder as it pressed against my clit. Damn, he felt so good inside me. So right.

He gripped my hands, pulling them up toward the headboard, pinning me down. I arched and growled, spreading my knees wider, lifting them to his ribs to open myself to him.

“I should flip you over,” he growled, keeping his face in my neck, thrusting hard at a slow pace that was driving me insane. “Pull that ass up and fuck you until you scream. Make you beg for release as I spank that pretty ass to a lovely shade of pink. Would you like that, sweet girl?”

I shivered and mewled, but had no time to answer him.

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind that show.”

Dante’s unexpected voice had me turning my head in his direction, gasping in surprise. He smiled as he stood next to the enormous bed, watching us, his own erection obvious in his thin dress pants. Blaze had tossed me onto the massive pile of pillows as soon as we’d entered their bedroom. Dark, tall, and wide, with soft sheets and too many pillows to count, it was a bed made for loveplay. And we’d been taking advantage of it for hours.

“Care to join us?” Blaze asked, still sliding in and out of me, his pace slow and languorous. Teasing me in the best way.

“Not quite yet, my love. I’m really enjoying the view.”

He smirked. His view had to be quite explicit, as he’d positioned himself slightly toward the end of the bed. I could only imagine the picture: Blaze sliding in and out of my pink pussy, the flex of his ass on every push in, his balls heavy and hanging. I could feel them slap against me, knew they had to be adding to the erotic visage Dante was staring at in interest. I brought my knees even higher, tilting my hips up, opening myself to his eyes and licking my lips as he growled.

“Such a pretty picture my mates make,” Dante said. He unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor, freeing his hard dick to my hungry view. “So very tantalizing.”

He kneeled on the bed, sliding his hands over Blaze’s hips and down. Down, down, to where we were joined, his fingers forming a V around Blaze’s dick, pressing against me, adding an extra layer of sensation.

“Fuck.” Blaze jolted, dropping his forehead against mine. “Do you like this, mate? All three of us back together in bed?”

I nodded, growling deep and low like a purr as Blaze smirked at me. Without warning, he slid out of me, flipping me to my stomach and pulling my hips up in the air. Before I could catch my balance, he slammed back inside, pushing me up the bed and making me grunt.

“Get her to make that sound again, my love,” Dante said as he slid around to lie beneath me. I stared down the length of my body, nearly coming at the view. Blaze’s legs on either side of mine, pushing and flexing against me. Dante’s darker skin sitting in such contrast to the pale sheets, his tightly curled hair brushing my belly as he maneuvered his way between my legs.

I licked my lips and groaned, wishing he would join us, that he’d use his fingers or his tongue on me as Blaze slammed into my pussy. I needed them both, needed them to make me feel grounded and secure. Needed them to make me feel like me.

The sensation of Dante’s lips suckling my clit had me yelping and arching off the bed. He chuckled against me, increasing the pressure, making me writhe and shake as the pleasure built inside of me. Hot and wet and filled and so damn close, I stuttered, words falling from my lips without my knowledge, my body reacting to the pleasure solely on instinct. Shaking. Clinging.

Coming.

Blaze increased the pace and strength of his thrusts, making me slide up the bed on my knees as my orgasm swept over me. I cried into the pillows and clung to the sheets, my fingers fisting the soft cotton like a lifeline. Dante slid out from under me, his hand gliding up and down his own erection as he watched, coming in his hand after only a few strokes. Blaze kept thrusting, pulling me against him until he roared and held himself deep, coming inside of me with jerky hip bumps and a snarl that made me shiver.