The Alpha's Pulse (Paranormal Shifter Werewolf 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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The Alpha's Pulse

Chapter 1

Vance watched the curvy bartender move back and forth behind the bar. Damn, she was beautiful. Her jeans hugged her in all the right places. Breast strained through her button up top. He felt his cock harden just looking at her.

He had just come from a show with his band. It had started as just a hobby with his buddies but they actually had some talent. After getting some small gigs, their fame grew steadily that they started going on tour last year, starting right here in town and going all the way to California. When they returned home to Lancaster, the state of Pennsylvania had welcomed them with love and local fame. Now he was the lead singer to a very “in demand” band. His band mates wanted a drink after the show to celebrate and they had found this little dive bar to pull into.

It was dark and dingy and filled with girls wearing too much make-up and perfume. There were even a few bold enough to come over and offer themselves. He wasn’t interested although he seen a few of the guys go into the booths with a girl and throw up
a
blaeja--
a cloak that hid things from the human eye. Moans could be heard after that but not seen.

He could only shake his head and continue sipping his drink.

He had been ready to go soon after he came in. That was until he’d seen her come out the back carrying a case of beer. She’d immediately caught his attention and he sat back, ordering drinks he didn’t want.

He watched her prance around the bar. Tight blue jeans hugged her thick thighs and ample breast all but spilled from the taut top. Her long black hair was up in a messy knot. Pouty lips and striking hazel eyes and creamy light caramel skin finished off her look.  Knocking back his drink, Vance got up and walked toward where she was serving a group of college girls. He sat down and looked directly at her. He wanted her in a bad way and he would have her. He smiled as he thought of what was to come that night. If things went his way, he would have this curvy woman crying his name before dawn.

***

Elissa was tired. It was all she could do to stand up straight. She just worked a double shift and had one hour left. The bar was starting to empty, with just some girls in the corner, a few men playing pool and an older couple who only had eyes for each other. Oh yeah and Mr. Tall and Sexy at the end of the bar.

The man was gorgeous. His hair was brown and fell around his shoulders. His eyes were so grey they could have been stone. He was tall. Or at least he looked it. Muscles everywhere. He was sexy and he knew it.

He’d been eyeing her since she came on the floor, his gaze following every move she made. Even when she wasn’t looking at him she felt his eyes. Something about him said she had seen him before but she couldn’t place where. Walking over to where he sat, she wiped the counter in front of him.

"Can I get you anything else, love?”

The smile he gave her made heat pool between her thighs.

“Yes you can sweetheart.”

The way he said it made her think he was talking about more than just alcohol. He was looking at her like he could see right through her clothes. Her nipples hardened at the thought instantly.

What the hell is wrong with you Elissa? He just wants another Gin and Tonic.

Pulling herself together, she put her hands on the bar and waited. A slow smile spread across the man's face. Licking his lips, he asked. “What time are you off?

“Who's asking?”

“The only person who matters, sweetheart.”

“Is that right?” She blushed, actually blushed. “Well if you don’t want a drink…” She let the sentence trail off, waited a few more seconds, and walked away, reminding everyone else that it was last call.

Closing the bar up was always a tedious job, but she was ready to go so she hurried through it. Glancing around her, she checked to see who was left in the bar.

Unsurprisingly, there were just a few people left. The couple in the corner kissing, the pool players, and Mr. Tall and Sexy, whom she had tried to ignore for the past hour and failed. She didn’t know why he affected her the way he did. Every time their eyes met, a quick shudder of heat rushed between her legs. She’d probably ruined her jeans with how wet she was.

She walked over to the pool table. The men were laughing and having a good time.

“Alright gentlemen, last call. You’re gonna have to wrap it up.”

They looked over at the man sitting at the bar. He tilted his head and the men put down their pool sticks and headed for the door.

What the hell. That was weird.

“What time you headed out?” He asked her again. She was headed to the juke box to turn it off.

“Why?” she said over her shoulder. “Am I holding up your plans or something?”

“Actually, yes.” he said as he walked a slow circle around her and stopped when he was the only thing in her sight. Her heart was going wild and she did her best to keep it together.

“What do I have to do with your plans?”

“You
are
my plans love.” He said simply. “Go. Finish up. I’ll be waiting.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “You're really sure of yourself.”

“That I am. The way I see it, you look like you could use a good time. I know I sure as hell can.  I’m a man who gets what I want and unless I'm wrong, you’re the same way. And right now we both want each other. Tell me I’m wrong.” When she remained silent he continued.

“You're the sexiest thing I’ve seen lately. How about we make each other's night? I promise I won't bite.” Coming up close to her he whispered, “Unless you want me to.”

As he said the last words, he placed a light kiss on her lips. She felt like she would melt where she stood. She didn’t know who this man was, or why he seemed to know he affected her, but she knew one thing. It had been six long months since she had a good lay. She would never see this man again. It wouldn’t hurt if she gave in this once, would it? She shrugged her shoulders. To hell with it.

“Let me lock up. Then we can go. What’s your name by the way?”

“Vance. You?”

“Elissa.” she turned on her heel and made sure she swayed her hips, knowing he would be looking.

***

It was a short drive to her house. She pulled in the driveway and shut off the engine. She bit her lip as she glanced behind her and saw Mr. Tall and Sexy walking up the driveway. She made it to her door in record time and undid the lock. He didn’t waste any time. As soon as she let him in the house, he pushed her up against the wall, grinding his erection into her. A moan escaped her lips, her hands going up the wall. He laced his finger through hers, trailing his tongue down her neck.

Spinning her around, he cupped her breast through her blouse and bent to her neck. His tongue snaked its way down to the valley of her breast. He needed more. With a growl, he ripped her shirt open and moaned at the sight.

She wore a lacy black bra that barely contained her large breast. Her eyes fluttered open when the man plucked one breast out from its restraints and then the other.

“Beautiful.” He growled.

He sucked hard on one nipple as his fingers flicked and pinched the other. His wicked tongue teased a sharp intake of breath that hung sweetly in her throat as pleasure radiated across her chest.

With his free hand, Vance cupped Elissa’s sex, rubbing hard through her jeans. He paused to take care of the button and zipper. As he tugged at her jeans, his mouth followed, trailing lower and lower until the warm wet tongue lapped at her inner thighs, stopping just shy of the quivering mound between her legs.

He smiled. The black panties were the only piece of underclothes she had on.

Breathing in her musky scent, he growled again, deeper and more primal before he buried his face between her legs, savoring her taste. Elissa cried out, her pleasure doing nothing but driving him forward. Plunging his tongue in and out of her, Vance felt her grip on his tighten shoulders as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

He kissed his way up slowly, drinking in her scent as he rose. “Where’s the bedroom?” Her voice was caught in her throat and she could only point.

He picked her up, cupping her ass and walked in to her room. As soon as he placed her on the floor, she turned the tables on him.

***

Elissa
looked at him as she undid his jeans to free his manhood. Her eyes flared for a split second in surprise. He was shaved bald with a huge cock. It had to be at least ten inches. Licking her lips, she dropped to her knees.

She took him into her mouth, circling her tongue around the head before sliding down in an attempt to take his full length in her mouth. He prodded her in the back of her throat and she fought the urge to gag. Coming up fast, she repeated the motion, taking him deeper in her throat. She cupped his balls and set a faster rhythm.

He put his hand on her head, guiding his cock in and out of her mouth. She sped up, sucking harder. She could have sworn he was growling but brushed the thought off.

He grabbed a fist full of her hair as the spasms hit him over and over. She swallowed every drop. He tasted of pure male, strong and rich. When his breaths calmed, she stood up for the bathroom. She didn’t make it two steps when his hand found her arm.

“We aren't finished yet.” he said.

He slipped his arms around her waist and lifted her in the air. The bed was the only thing that broke her fall. He walked toward her like she was prey. As he lowered himself to the bed, Elissa’s thighs parted naturally. He positioned himself at her entrance.

Did his eyes just glow?

She didn’t have time to wonder about the answer. He slid in slow. All of him going in with one stroke. It took everything in her not to scream out. Biting her lip, she spread her legs wider, allowing him to go deeper.

He set a steady pace. Pushing in hard, pulling out slow. He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, and he went deep inside her.

She felt every inch of him. She was moaning louder and louder with every thrust, the edge of her orgasm just out of reach. She was clawing at his back, lifting her hips meeting him thrust for thrust.

“D-don’t stop.” she said.

"I didn’t plan on it.”

He sped up. Going harder, deeper. She felt his sweat dripping on her but didn’t mind. She needed her release and knew she was close.

He flipped her over. She loved the way he was so forceful. Arching her back, she felt him enter her hard. He grabbed her hips and pounded in and out. Changing his speed from slow to fast and back again. When she felt his nails scratch down her back, she exploded.

For a second, she was floating. Her senses jumbled into one. Pulse after pulse she cried his name.

“Vance. Oh God. Vance.”

She came back to earth to see his smiling face in the dark.

“That was amazing.” She said.

“You better get some rest. The night has just begun.”

***

Hours later, Vance watched Elissa as she slept. They had made love till the sun came up and she finally passed out a little while ago. He knew he had pushed her to her limit, but he couldn’t seem to get his fill. He was tempted to wake her for one more round, but decided to let her sleep.

This girl was special. He knew exactly why; he knew what the end result would be, but didn’t dare to voice such things.

He picked up her cell phone and tapped his number in. As hard as it was, Vance would leave it up to her to call. He quietly grabbed his clothes and headed for the door.