Read Trapped With the Alpha (Balfour Shifters Book 1) Online
Authors: Emily Minton,Julia Keith
With a groan, he lowered his delicious mouth down to mine. Done with the speaking, he took exactly what he wanted from me, and devoured me. It seemed only a matter of seconds before clothes were gone, and for the first time in my young life, I was exposed and completely bare for my man. I was given no choice but to lie there and witness his reaction to seeing me nude for the first time. “Izzy, you are a lovely sight.”
Gazing up at him with longing, I sat up. Then, rolling to my knees, I began to undress him. After seeing his reaction to my bared flesh, I felt almost savagely with the need to see him in the same way. “I want to see you, too.”
Baring his massive chest, I ran my hands over the rippling muscles beneath his smooth skin. I leaned forward and placed an open-mouthed kiss over his heart, and a puff of air escaped his lungs. Fisting my hair in his hands, he yanked my mouth back to his, taking my mouth with a ferocity I had yet to witness from him.
As we continued to devour each other, I pushed the rough linens down his hips. I steeled myself for what was to come as I summoned the courage to boldly reach down and grasp him in my hand. When my fingers came into contact with all that was Brody, a gasp escaped my mouth. Looking down, I realized that my fist was unable to close around his massive girth.
“Oh my,” I whispered as I looked back up to meet his eyes, apprehension clear in my own.
Nuzzling his face against mine, he breathlessly spoke in my ear. “Don’t worry, love. You were made for me, and I for you. We will go slowly, so you have nothing to fear. You will see just how perfect we fit when I’m seated to the hilt deep inside you.”
Trembling, I settled back onto the bed. “Please, my wolf, don’t make me wait any longer. Give me what I’ve been dreaming of.”
Moving up on the bed toward me, Brody knelt before me and slowly parted my legs. As he leaned down to rest his weight on his arms, he began kissing and licking down my neck. My body arched up, silently begging him to continue his delicious torture. As he made his way down to my breast, I dug my fingers into his rich brown hair, desperate for his mouth to latch onto my nipple. His tongue licked the outside of my breast, just as he brought his hand up to my other breast and gently played with the tight peak.
“Brody,” I gasped as he continued tormenting my tender breasts. “More please.”
Shifting his amber eyes up to meet my own, he continued pinching at my nipple with his fingers, as he continued his downward torture with his mouth, licking and nipping at my tender skin. Grabbing onto my hips with one massive hand, he then reached both hands around to grab my ass. Lifting my hips off the bed, he directed his gorgeous face to the one place I most wanted it to be.
He placed gentle kisses between the crease of my thigh and my sex, causing me to writhe on top of the bed. I dug my nails into the top of his scalp, wanting more. He playfully nipped my inner thigh then released my ass and pinned my hips down with his large hands, ceasing my involuntary movements. “Calm down, love. There’s no need to rush.”
“Please, Brody,” I begged as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. “I can’t take this torture any longer.”
“You can, and you will.” He grunted out the order. “I need to make sure you are ready to accept me before I can take you the way I want to.”
Shaking my head back and forth in frustration, I grabbed onto his shoulders and attempted to beg once more. “Brody….”
The words were stolen from me as his mouth crashed down on my overheated core. He licked slowly, starting from the bottom and working his way up to the top of my slit, then retraced his path from the top down. Brody devoured me as if he were a starved man, barely lifting his face from my dripping folds to suck air into his lungs. He ravished me completely, leaving no place untouched or unloved. As he worked his way back up my slit, his thumbs framed my folds and he gently spread them open to his eager tongue. Finally, he plunged his talented tongue deep inside my core.
“Brody!” I screamed, thrashing from side to side. “I can’t take it anymore. Please.”
Without acknowledging my words, his tongue glided out of my body and slid up to attack the little bundle of nerves at the top. At the same time, he slid a thick finger deep into my awaiting heat, causing me to buck up off the bed. “Oh my God, it’s too much. Please, Brody. I’m begging you, make it stop.”
Again, my words went unheard as he slid another thick digit inside me, and then began to pump them both in and out in earnest. Not once throughout his pursuit did his tongue let up on my little bundle of nerves, which caused me to clench down on his hand repeatedly. Before I could even register what was happening, I felt an explosion unlike anything I’d ever felt before crash through my body, making my head whip back with the force. Screaming out his name, I saw stars dancing behind my closed eyelids as my body slowly began to return to the bed.
I was so dazed by the way he just played my body, I hadn’t even noticed that he had removed his fingers from my heat and was now crawling up my body. Sliding his tongue into my panting mouth, he stroked my tongue with the same ferociousness he’d just used on my core, allowing me to taste my own desire on his lips and tongue.
Pulling back, he gazed lovingly down at me as he asked, “And how did that feel, Pixie?”
Still confused by the things he had done to my body, I stumbled over words as I searched for a way to explain how he made me feel. Giving up on hearing my response, he let loose a low growl rumble from his throat before he said, “That was just to prepare you. I’m going to make you mine now.”
Before I was able to understand what he meant, I felt the blunt tip of him at my entrance, and my body tensed up involuntarily. “Relax, Pixie, I’ll be gentle at first.”
Trusting in him, I nodded my head and wrapped my arms around his big body, urging him to continue. Ever so slowly, his thick cock began to slide into me, causing a slight burn that soon turned into a raging fire of want and need. I lifted my hips up to meet his, begging him to make me his.
“God, you are so tight,” he gasped, taking in a deep breath. “Do you feel that? Do you feel how your body is opening up to me, Pixie? Your body is just as desperate for me to sink deep inside it as I am to claim you with my cock.”
“Yes, Brody, please,” I pleaded, wanting more.
Thrusting his hips just a tiny bit more, he seated himself to the hilt, then stilled as he allowed my body to adjust to his massive size. Releasing a sigh, I laid there for a moment, completely content with being filled by Brody. As the burn began to disappear, I needed to feel him move within me. Sliding my hands down to cup his rock hard backside, I pulled at him, urging him to move.
Sliding almost all the way out, he stilled again and looked down at me before ramming back into me, causing me to scream out at the delicious fullness he created within me. “You. Were. Made. For. Me.” He punctuated each word with a thrust as he glided into my willing heat one more time. I screamed out his name again. My body convulsed, this time even more explosive than the time before.
“That’s it, Pixie. You take my cock,” he growled as he continued to drive into my tight heat. My body spasmed around him, prolonging my pleasure.
With one more powerful thrust, his body stiffened and he threw back his head, a deep growl escaping his throat. I felt him grow even larger as the first spurt of his seed coated my insides. “You are my mate, Isabel McKay.”
Minutes passed, and he continued to fill me with his essence. Finally, he let out a deep moan and lowered himself on top of me, careful to keep his full weight from crushing me underneath him. We silently laid there, gasping for breath as we held on to each other, neither of us wanting to let go. In a way, for me, it was true. After what we’d just shared, I didn’t know if I could ever let him go.
After a while, he lifted himself slightly from my body and gazed down at me, his eyes full of love and devotion. He kissed my lips and whispered, “That was amazing. Now, I understand what the elders mean when they say it is different.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, wondering what the elders could have said.
“They said it would be more intense with your mate, and how only your true mate would be able to take you completely. They also said it would only get more intense with time, especially after the claiming is completed,” he stated, a look of excitement covering his face.
“More intense?” I asked with a smile. “I’m afraid if it gets more intense, my body will shatter into a million pieces.”
He let out a laugh as he slowly pulled out from my body and rolled to the side. Placing his head in his hand, he stared deeply into my eyes, then gently brushed the hair off my face. “If you shatter, my Pixie, I will be there to put you back together. Piece by piece, I will pick you up again until you are complete.”
Releasing a sigh, I leaned forward and gave him a gentle, lingering kiss before pulling back. “If this is what it is like to be mated, I hope there never comes a day when I will have to live without you.”
“You have no need to worry about that, my love. Without you, I will be nothing but a shell of a man. You complete me, as I do you. Nothing will ever separate us. I promise you that.”
Shaking away my thoughts of the past, I focus back in on Brody and the woman in front of him. I lift my hand to my face and wipe at the tears running down my cheeks—tears I wasn’t even aware had fallen while lost in the memory of the life we once shared. Staring at him, I have to wonder if it ever really happened. Is the man in front of me really the man of my dreams? Watching Brody finally get his fill of the whores in front of him, I shake my head at how much he has changed. Turning my back to him, I walk to the other side of the room.
“You broke your promise, Brody,” I whisper in pain. “Please, tell me how you will ever be able to put me back together now.”
Brody
THE BATHROOM
door slams against the wall as I barge into the empty room, rushing into the first open stall. I barely make it to the toilet before my stomach recoils, and all the contents of my stomach come purging from my body. My stomach continues to heave over and over again without even a second’s respite.
After what seems like hours of puking my guts out, my stomach is finally empty, leaving my body to dry heave. As the last spasms fade, I rest my forearms on the toilet seat and lower my head to rest on my arm. My skin is cold and clammy, and sweat beads cover my forehead. The smell of cheap whores and nasty pussy clings to my skin, making me feel even more disgusted with myself than I already do.
I slowly heave my ass up from the floor and walk over to the bathroom sink. After rinsing my mouth out, I splash some cool water on my face and do my best to scrub as much of their scent off as possible. Leaning against the sink, I glance up and look into the mirror. Years of too much drink and way too many women have taken their toll. The man I see is a joke, an embarrassment to both the pack and the Balfour name.
Over the years, I’ve slowly become someone I don’t even know. It’s like there’s a stranger inside my body who neither my wolf nor I can stand. The things I’ve done are inexcusable. I’ve become accustomed to feeling like shit about myself, but even for me, this is an all-time low. With a roar, I slam my fist into the mirror, shattering it into a million tiny pieces so that I no longer have to look at my repulsive image staring back at me.
What is wrong with me? I knew none of those women were my mate, but I just had to prove something to Knox. I had to show him I was in control, prove I was the Alpha and he was nothing more than my beta. Instead, I proved all of his words true. I’m a fucking screw-up and will never find my mate.
Sinking my dick into them wasn’t pleasurable; it wasn’t even fun. Hell, it damn near made me vomit each time their scent hit my nose. With each woman, I became more repulsed with both her and myself. Still, I just had to keep at it. It didn’t seem to matter to them that I struggled to even keep my cock hard. They just wanted a go at me, and I just had to keep going until not one ounce of self-respect remained inside of my body. It’s done now, though, and there’s not a thing I can do to change it.
Catching a glance of myself in one of the broken mirror fragments, I can’t help but shake my head. The boys and I always talk about the ‘wolf chasers’, and laugh at how pathetic they are. Now, I’m not any better than the girls who beg for a chance at our cocks. Hell, I’m worse than they are at this point. Lord knows they can’t help wanting me or any of the pack. Women are just drawn to us; it’s one of the perks of being part shifter. Our animal magnetism draws them to us. I’m the one who knows better, who knows I shouldn’t take advantage of my other half’s effect on them.