Trapped With the Alpha (Balfour Shifters Book 1) (2 page)

The two young lovers ran through the crowd hand in hand, the top of her head barely reaching his shoulders. The laughing, shouting, and music were at their peak for the evening, allowing their exit to go unnoticed. He reached her just as she arrived at the front of the castle. “I caught you, lass.”

“No, my gentle wolf, if you want me, you have to do better than that,” she said with a laugh, just before she pulled her hands from his and raced to the castle door. She was inside and heading toward the kitchen before he even stepped through the door. Her scent called to him, called to the animal within him, as he followed behind her. 

Up the backstairs she traipsed, allowing him only a glimpse of her green skirt as she reached the landing. He could catch her if he wanted, could be on her, in her right then. Instead, he slowed his pace just a bit and allowed his inner beast to enjoy the chase a little longer. By the time he reached the top of the stairs, his cock started to ache.

He rushed down the hall, eager to claim his prize, but she was nowhere in sight. Her scent filled the air, letting him know she was near, but with each empty room, his wolf eased closer to the edge. “Pixie? Come out, come out, wherever you are,” he sang with a chuckle.

A giggle grabbed his attention, and he turned just in time to see her heading up to the third floor. He reached her before she even had a chance to step on the landing, pulling her hand into his. They raced down the corridor, needing to get out of sight. Within moments of turning the corner and coming upon his chambers, he was on her, slamming her up against the wall.

“You know better than to run from me, my love,” he stated while pinning her hands above her head and licking down her throat.

“But, you so enjoy the chase,” she teased, trembling in his arms. She moaned as his tongue continued toward her chest, breath heaving out of her in anticipation of what was to come.

He ran his rough tongue over her covered nipple, causing it to plump with need. “Yes, but you know that chase must not go on too long, or my wolf will want to come out and play.”

“Just as you know that I cannot resist him any more than I can resist you. I love how worked up you get for me during the chase.” She panted. “I want you and your wolf desperate and aching for me, and the chase never fails to give me what I want.”

 He lifted his head up from her breast and growled. “You know I cannot control myself when you do that. I would never forgive myself if I were to get out of control with you.” He sighed, breaking away from her. “I could hurt you. My inner animal wouldn’t mean to, but it could happen.”

“That would never happen,” she said, trying to reach for him again.

 He backed away from her hand and shook his head. “It could, Pixie. I could kill you, and that would surely kill me, too.” He walked through his chamber, heading toward the bed, and heaved himself on top of the furs with a grunt.

 “Oh, come now. Don’t sulk,” she purred, climbing on top of him and grasping his handsomely rugged face between her hands. “You know I don’t truly believe you would ever hurt me. I apologize if I pushed you too far.” She leaned down and sucked on his bottom lip, causing a groan to slip from his parted mouth.

“I cannot risk harming you before we have even announced our upcoming marriage to the pack, before I have claimed you as mine,” he said with a smirk. “What would they think of me if I ravished you to death before I had even made you my wife, my mate in their eyes?”

“Good thing we will never have to find out, my love.” She slowly released his lips and, standing from the bed, loosened her skirts. As they pooled on the floor around her, he released another low growl and grabbed her, flipping her underneath him on the bed.

 He briefly raised himself off her to tear his own tunic from his chest. She sat up slowly, sliding her hands over his muscles, and smiled up at him. “The only way you can hurt me is by not loving me.”

“Nothing could stop me from loving you.” His mouth slammed down on hers, devouring her with his lips and tongue. His canines descended, biting down on her sweet mouth, his beast wanting a taste of its mate. He could never get enough of her taste, and neither could his other half. No matter how long they were together, no matter how many times they came together in such a way, it was never enough. They both knew in their souls, it would never be enough. 

They continued to undress each other in haste, desperate to touch one another. This was how it always was between them. Each time they came together, they were unable to control their urges. It was primal, their being together as destined mates.

 “Please” she begged, running her nails over the corded muscles of his back. “I cannot wait any longer.”

“You’re so needy for my cock already?” he asked as he licked and nipped down her body. “What if I am not ready to take you just yet? What if my wolf wants to play with you, like you played with him?”

Her back bowed off the bed in pleasure as he kissed along the top of her pubic bone. She moved her hands through his dark brown hair, pulling as she went. “Ah!” she cried as he licked up her soaking wet slit, circling her clit as he reached the top. Nipping on her nub, he looked up at her. “I love the taste of you, lass.”

 He devoured her as if he would never get enough, and in part, that was the truth. She was made for him, for both him and the wolf that lived within his soul. Every part of her called to him on a baser level, called to his beast. Her scent, her taste, and her cries of passion all made him into a starving man. In all his years, he had never felt this. He had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted his Pixie. She belonged to him completely—body, heart, and soul.

 At last, she came with a cry, and he continued to lap up every drop of her orgasm. When he was satisfied that he hadn’t missed a drop, he slowly slid up her body and slammed his mouth to hers. She devoured his lips, enjoying the taste of herself on his tongue. 

Although she had just come, she still wanted him, and was desperate for him to quench the thirst that only his cock could. “Please, take me.”

 He dug his hands into her hair and continued to ravage her mouth as he slid his cock up and down her dripping folds. He knew the longer he made her wait, the more frantic she would be for him. He loved nothing more than turning her into a begging mess of a woman. “You will take what I give you.”

 “Ugh,” she growled, fisting his dark locks in her hands. “Please, I beg of you, no more. I need you,” she cried out as she let go of his hair to dig her nails into his ass, pulling him toward her sopping wet entrance.

He slowly leaned back on his haunches while pinning her hands back above her head. Growling low in his throat, he was positive that his cock had never before been so hard. He stared into her eyes as a cocky grin spread across his face.

“Is this what you want, love?” he asked as he slipped just the tip between her tight folds.

“Yes!” she cried out, writhing below him. She needed to be impaled by his huge cock. She was positive she needed this now more than her next breath. She tried to lift her hips, anything to get him deeper inside of her, but he used his body to block her movements, drawing out the pleasure as long as he could abide. 

He slowly worked himself into her tight sheath, inch by inch, resisting every urge of his wolf half that wanted to slam deep into her depths. Instead, he controlled the animal inside, keeping his pace slow and gentle while nipping at her throat. 

Below him, she was nowhere near as in control, and she fought him to get the use of her hands back so that she could urge him on. “Harder,” she mewled, desperate for him to pound into her, as she knew he wanted to. “You know you don’t need to be so gentle with me. I am more than capable of taking everything you can give.”

He looked down upon his beautiful mate and shook his head. Instead of listening to his impatient little Pixie, he continued his slow, torturous assault upon her body. He loved when she got this worked up for him. There was nothing better than having his woman begging him for his cock.

Finally, she’d had enough of the torture, and decided to take things into her own hands. He forgot she knew exactly what would cause him to break. She knew the tricks to get him to crumble and give into their needs. As he moved down to attempt to ravish her mouth once more, she bit down on his lower lip until the coppery tang of his blood filled her mouth.

The creature within him roared, fighting to get out. He reared back, stunned by what she had done. She had always had a tendency to push him to the edge of his limits, but never had she become so aggressive to get him to snap his level of control. He looked down at her, his canines extending even further, and snarled. “Now you’ve done it.”

He thrust into her all the way to the hilt as she cried out from the feeling of being stretched. “Is that what you wanted? You were so ready to have my cock inside of you that you had to take matters into your own hands?” he asked as he drove his cock as deep inside of her as possible.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she cried out with the force of her orgasm. “Yes!” she screamed. “More please. Please, give me more!”

He suddenly pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her onto all fours and impaling her with his cock. He growled, along with his wolf, when he felt her juices dripping down his legs. His Pixie loved nothing more than for him to dominate her, and dominate her he would. Placing his hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed down until she was face down on the bed with her ass up in the air. He buried his other hand in the bountiful flesh of her ass, and continued his brutal torture on her pussy. 

She greedily pushed back onto him, desperate for more. “Yes. Please, more.”

“So greedy, my love,” he grunted into her ear, his other half fighting for dominance. “Do I not fill you enough? Are you not yet filled to the point of bursting?”

“Never,” she panted. “No matter how many times I have you inside me, it is never enough.”

He removed his hand from her ass, reaching around her to stroke her clit. At the pace with which they were going, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He could already feel his heavy sack pulling up toward his body with the urge to come.

As he circled her clit with his fingers, she threw her head back and came with a cry. Her pussy clenched his cock, pushing him towards the brink. He slid into her once more before letting out a ferocious roar, then reared back and struck her on the neck, sinking his teeth in deep to give her the mating bite she so desperately wanted. 

As he bit down on her flesh, she continued to orgasm around him until the point of no retreat when he could take no more. As her shudders slowed, his inner beast howled inside his mind, letting him know that he had once again claimed their mate. She would be theirs forever.

He relaxed his bite on her neck and reared back with the urge to come. Driving in one final time, he came with a growl, pouring his hot seed deep inside of her until he had no more left to give.

As he slowed his rhythm, allowing them both time to come down from their orgasmic high, she collapsed face first on the bed. He gently lowered himself to blanket her naked body, brushing her beautiful golden hair off her face and nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

She slowly opened her eyes and blinked, smiling with complete and utter contentment as he continued to nuzzle her neck. “I’m yours. I will always be yours.”

His eyes flickered, the beast half of him letting her know he was there, too. “You’re ours.”

“Yes, I am both of yours, the man and the wolf.” She ran her hand over his stubbled cheek and smiled. “That was amazing,” she continued on a sigh. “I must make you chase me more often.”

He slowly rose up off her with a chuckle. “Ah, my little vixen, you will never learn, will you?”

“Why on earth would I learn, if that is the punishment I receive?” she asked as she looked over her shoulder and winked.

He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Rising further, he said, “I love you more than life, more than my next breath, but I’m fairly certain you will be the death of me.”

She smiled at him as she sat up and caressed his cheek. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing that, no matter where you go, whether it be death or not, I am bound to follow you.”

“Ah, yea, forever. No matter how much we torture each other, we can always count on that,” he replied with a laugh, reaching over to place a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I’ll be right back, my gentle wolf.” Pushing against his chest, she crawled from the bed. Not bothering to cover herself, she went behind the privacy screen. 

He let out a loud yawn as he waited for her, forcing his eyes to remain open. As the minutes ticked by, he rolled over in the bed and looked toward the screen, wondering what was taking her so long. “Are you coming back to bed, my heart? I’m tired, lass, but I’m fairly confident that I am ready to take you again if you tempt me,” he claimed with a smirk as he palmed his already hardening cock.
Ah, now, that’s the joy of being part wolf
, he thought.

As he lay there, gently stroking himself, she rounded the corner of the divider with a brilliant ruby red robe made of the finest silks barely hanging onto her shoulders—a gift he had given her the night he made her his own. 

She stopped a few paces away and looked upon him with eyes glossing over with desire. “What makes you think I’m in need of you again so soon?” she quipped, nibbling on her bottom lip.

“Yes, don’t try to pretend you’re not as desperate for me as I always am for you,” he stated, fisting his hand around his hard length. “Come, love. You know you want to hop onto my cock and allow me to ravish you once more.”

She continued across the room at a leisurely pace, hoping to irritate the animal within him. When she came to stand at the foot of the bed, she stopped and allowed her eyes to roam over his gorgeously muscled body. “You’re right. I’m always ready for you.”

“Well, come now, then. Don’t make me get up and chase you again,” he said with a growl. 

Instead of coming to him, she continued to stand at the foot of the bed. He started to sit up, wondering what type of game she was playing, when he noticed the sheen in her eyes was no longer a look of desire but a look of horror.