Alpha's Vow (Shifter Ops series Book 2) Read online

  “Exactly.” I take every opportunity to touch her, closing my fingers over hers to make sure her grip is good, running a hand down her back over her coat to soothe her.

  “This is nuts,” she repeats, finding the button to turn on the headlight. “I must be crazy.”

  “You’re fine. I’ll be right here.” I mount the bike behind her. Her small body is wedged between my legs, her bottom brushing my cock. Her peachy-pine scent surrounds me, and I savor the moment. Just being close to her, I could die happy.

  “Okay, I’m remembering how this goes.”

  I reach around to rest my hands over hers on the handlebars. “You’ve got this.”

  “The gears are down here?” She finds the pedal on the left.

  “Yep.”

  “Okay.” She blows out her breath. “Here goes nothing.” She kickstarts the motorcycle and it roars to life. “Maybe I do remember how to do this,” she mutters, as if to herself.

  She squeezes the clutch closed and shifts to first, then gives it a little gas and lets out the clutch. We move forward smoothly.

  “Perfect.” I let go of the handlebars to rest my hands lightly on her thighs. Enough contact to prime her for what’s coming. Not enough to distract her from driving.

  She takes it slow at first, following the curving road back toward town. When it opens up into a long, straight stretch, she lets her speed climb. I hear her exhilarated laugh filter back on the wind, along with that delectable scent.

  I want to bury my face in her hair and bite her neck. It’s a strange thought—not one I usually have with females, especially not the human variety. I’ve never had the urge to mark a female before, but the desire seems present tonight.

  Maybe because I’m approaching thirty. My wolf wants me to mate.

  Sorry, not gonna happen, buddy.

  Relationships are forbidden in our little pack. At least, they were until Deke met Sadie, his mate.

  Charlie slows down when we get into town, stopping at the first light. I put one leg down to lean on so she doesn’t have to.

  “Having fun?” I call out over the wind.

  “Yes.” She sounds excited, like she almost can’t believe she decided to do this. The music of it seems to fall all around me, tiny shards of pleasure piercing my skin.

  The light turns to green, and she puts the bike in gear and slowly takes off, finding her way into town and stopping in front of a small house on a quiet back street.

  “This is my place.”

  I reach around her to turn the bike off.

  “I guess you think you’re coming in.” There’s laughter in her voice.

  “I’m coming in,” I tell her. “I have a job to do.”

  “Oh yeah?” She’s flirting now, something I would guess is out of character for her. “What's that?”

  “My job is to make you scream until you’re hoarse, sweetheart.” I unfasten the helmet from her chin and take it off. “And I plan to take my time, so we’d better get started if you want to sleep at all tonight.” I wink.

  She hesitates, even though we both know she’s already made her decision. “Does this work on every woman?”

  “I don’t try it on every woman. You are the only woman I’ve ever let drive my motorcycle,” I tell her. It’s the truth. Honestly, she’s the only woman I’ve met who seemed competent enough. Charlie exudes competence.

  She seems to like that. She smiles, watching my face. “Your eyes almost look silver in the moonlight.”

  My wolf is showing? That gives me pause. I don’t think that’s happened before with a woman. Damn, I must really need to get laid tonight. I reach around and grasp the back of her neck, pulling her into me.

  She gasps, her hands coming to my chest, her breath fogging the air between us. My mouth descends on hers in a rough kiss. A promise of what’s to come.

  She parts her lips, accepts my plunder. I let my tongue flick between them, a suggestion of what I’ll be doing between her legs.

  And then she’s all in. Her arms circle around my neck and she kisses me back, abandoning whatever small resistance she still had to this. I scoop her ass up with my forearm, so she’s straddling me, and carry her to her door, as our lips and tongues tangle and twist over one another.

  “Here.” She’s breathless. She holds up her keys. I take them from her, refusing to break the kiss, and fumble with the lock without looking. It gives me the chance to press her back against the door and grind the bulge of my cock in the notch between her legs. Then the door opens and we tumble forward, laughing. I recover my balance, and my hold on her. Her scent is driving me wild now. It’s up in my nostrils, creating all kinds of chaos with my wolf.

  If my eyes weren’t ice-blue before, they sure are now. Hopefully Charlie won’t remember their color from before.

  I want to carry her straight to the bedroom, but I promised her an all-nighter, and I intend to make sure she feels like breaking her own rules are worth it.

  Because I’m sure this night with me is a breaking of rules. Charlie doesn’t strike me as the type who picks up men at a bar. I doubt she’s spontaneous or wild. Her home is clean and neat as a pin. Small, basic, but well-cared for and organized. I carry her to the dining room table—a thick, sturdy-looking slab of walnut with legs—and lay her down. She tries to remain sitting, but I push her to her back and tug off her boots.

  “Um, I don’t think this table will hold both of us.”

  I chuckle. “I’m not getting on it with you. Tables are for eating, right?”

  “Oh my God,” she groan-giggles, covering her face, even though she can’t know that I see her blush.

  I work the button on her jeans and pull them and her panties down and off her legs while she shucks her puffy coat and jacket. “I just wanted a place to spread you out and admire you,” I tell her. “Hmm.” I tweak her peaked nipple through her tight t-shirt. “You are so damn cute in this t-shirt,” I muse. “But no, it needs to go, too.”

  I strip off my leather jacket and drop it on her floor.

  She helps me pull off her shirt, and I unclasp her bra and slide it down her arms as well. I grip her thighs, holding her knees up, and just stare for a moment, drinking her in. She’s propped on her elbows, naked. Her breasts are a perfect handful, her frame athletic. The hair on her mons has been neatly trimmed. “Now that’s a sight,” I murmur.

  “How can you even see me?” she asks. “The lights are off.”

  I nibble her inner thigh, starting at the knee and working my way up. “Did you want me to turn on the lights?” I ask between licks and nips.

  “N-no.” I love how breathless she sounds. “This is better.”

  I reach up and cup one breast, squeezing gently. I thumb over her nipple, then I reward her with my tongue, licking into her at the same time as I squeeze the peaked bud firmly.

  She cries out, hips jumping, knees smacking against my shoulders. I pin her pelvis down to hold her in place as I trace inside her labia, finding the place at the apex where her tiny pleasure organ resides. I flick my tongue over it until it stiffens, and then I swirl my tongue in a circle around it. I suck one of her nether lips, releasing it with a pop.

  Tremors run through Charlie. “Oh my God. Happy birthday to me.”

  “Yes,” I rumble. “Happy birthday to you, beautiful.”

  Chapter 3

  Charlie

  Best. Decision. Ever.

  Adele was so right. There’s nothing wrong with a one-off from The Big Plan where a hot man is concerned. Especially on your birthday.

  Lance hits all my buttons. Especially—oh!—I arch as he affixes his lips around my clit and sucks hard. Charm Boy has all the moves. Which I expected. A player’s great when you’re playing, right?

  He’s not in a hurry, but he keeps the pace elevated. I don’t have time to catch my breath or adjust to the pleasure before he screws a finger inside me. He plunges it in and out a couple times, then massages my inner wall with a stroking that makes me go wild. I n
early kick him in the head, I'm so out of my mind.

  “Lance,” I pant.

  “That’s right, baby. Say my name when you feel good.”

  “I feel good,” I admit. I have nothing to hide. I invited him in for exactly this. The least I can do is show my appreciation. “Sh-show me.”

  “Show you what, beautiful?” He returns his mouth to my clit, giving it a series of quick flicks that make me squeeze his finger with my muscles.

  “Show me what you’ve got.”

  His laugh is deep and rumbly. “Oh, I’ll show you. I’ll show you all night long.”

  Then, to my utter shock, he flips me over and lifts my hips until I’m on my knees on the table. He spreads my cheeks, and licks from clit to anus.

  “H-holy mother of God,” I warble. I’ve never had anyone lick me that way. Or even treat me this way—like a tasty dessert he can’t get enough of. And his confidence!

  It’s so freaking sexy.

  He knows he’s sex personified. He knows what he’s doing and that he’s damn good at it. The accountant in my plan won’t be able to do this. But I’m not going to think about him right now. It’s my birthday, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.

  Lance’s big hands are firm on my ass, gripping my cheeks, holding me in place as he rims my anus.

  “Lance!” I’m slightly alarmed to be touched there. To be licked there. I mean, I showered after work, but still…

  He rubs his fingers over my dripping sex, circling my clit, slipping into my entrance. His thumb presses against my asshole as two digits slide inside my pussy.

  I moan wantonly. It’s embarrassing but it feels so good.

  “Please,” I beg. I don’t know what I’m begging for. Do I want him to stop? To give me more? I think I want to take this to the bedroom. “It’s too much,” I gasp.

  He pauses, but he’s not buying it. “Too much?” His chuckle is rough. He catches me around my waist and somehow lowers me to my side, pushing the top knee wide open. “Too much what, baby? Too much pleasure?”

  “Yes.” I laugh, because I know that must sound ridiculous. Or maybe because I’m giddy. Possibly hysterical. I’m so close to orgasm. So close to losing my mind.

  Lance returns to his self-appointed job of driving me wild with his very talented tongue. As he does, he massages my anus with his thumb, not letting me get away from that taboo pleasure. That horrible, wonderful sensation.

  “No, um…”

  He slides his other thumb inside me, cupping my mons as he thumb-fucks me, smacking on my clit with each in-stroke. With the other thumb, he applies pressure, and then suddenly he’s breached that hole, too. Both his thumbs are inside me—double penetration! He drops a ball of his saliva to lube the way for the back hole. I’m screaming. I want it to end, but it feels so good. I’m coming apart. Totally incoherent, lost. Exploding into a million tiny pieces of myself.

  I come. Both channels squeeze the hell out of his thumbs, my inner thighs shake and jerk, and I push his hips with the soles of my feet, like I want to push him away, even though he’s the master of my orgasm.

  “Lance.”

  Am I weeping? Did a rocket ship take off from my dining room? Oh God, I don’t even know what just happened.

  Lance eases his thumbs out and licks and kisses my lady parts some more, and then he scoops me up into his arms like I weigh nothing.

  “Oh my God.”

  “I prefer Lance.” He carries me down the hallway.

  I laugh, even though he’s a dork, and I bite his ear, flicking my tongue inside.

  “Aw, fuck, baby. That’s not playing fair.”

  “It’s not?” I’m still so incredibly turned on. The orgasm left me weak and loose-limbed, but with a furnace of desire roaring for more.

  He tries the door to my guest room. “Nope.” I giggle—and I’m not the kind of girl who giggles. “Next door down.”

  “Why are the doors closed?” he demands as he fumbles with the handle. I reach out to help him.

  “What’s not fair?” I suck his earlobe into my mouth.

  “I’m trying to make this about you, sweetheart. But if you keep teasing me like that, you’re going to get yourself fucked hard and fast.”

  Another mini-orgasm ripples through me.

  “Hard and fast sounds good.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own, it’s so husky.

  Lance groans as he crawls onto my bed on his knees, still holding me in his arms. “I wanted to take my time with you.”

  “Oh my God, you have.” I let my appreciation be heard in the rise of my voice. “Besides, you can always take more time after hard and fast.”

  He drops me on my back and does the one-handed sexy shirt removal thing that only guys can do. There’s an animal-like noise coming from him. A low rumble. Almost like a growl. It’s sexy as hell. His eyes almost seem to glow in the dark, the way a cat’s do.

  As if on cue with that thought, Merlin hisses from the direction of my desk.

  “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. Merlin’s not used to me having visitors.” I laugh, embarrassed. He’s never done that before.

  “I’ll make friends with him later,” Lance says, busy taking off his boots. He produces a handful of condoms from his back pocket, which he tosses on the bed.

  “I guess you came prepared.” I try to shove back the misgivings I’m having about the fact that he brought so many. That he had them right in his back pocket, not tucked in a wallet. He was planning on hooking up with me.

  But I knew that already, didn’t I? I pick one up and open it.

  “I wouldn’t leave you unprotected, birthday girl.”

  Hmm. It sounds chivalrous, but also sounds like a line. But again, who cares? Only one night.

  Lance has already taken off his jeans and briefs. His very hard cock springs out, impressive in its length.

  “Wow.”

  He angles his hips like he’s posing. I play along and whistle. “Very nice.”

  “Say hello to my wingman.”

  “I’m sorry, what? Did you just call your dick your wingman? Is it because he gets you laid?”

  “You got it.” There’s that playboy smirk.

  “Get over here.” My girl parts are eager to get acquainted. I crook my finger at him. He crawls on the bed and positions himself between my knees. “Have you never had a woman put your condom on for you?”

  “Can’t say that I have,” he says, sounding surprised.

  “So that’s two things you’ve let me do tonight that are firsts with women.” Oh God. I don’t know why I’m fishing for compliments. I guess it’s some universal fantasy—wanting to be the one who reforms the rake, a fantasy which we all know never happens in real life. If the rake does settle down, he becomes a cheater. I mean, a guy who loves women that much can’t go cold turkey.

  Anyway. I don’t need to reform Lance. It’s a birthday one-night stand, and I have a plan:

  Get this condom on

  Ride his ‘wingman’ to multiple orgasms

  Repeat until I pass out.

  I’ll sleep well tonight, and I won’t miss him in the morning when he’s gone.

  I roll the condom onto his erection, loving the way it stretches even longer in my fist. “A very happy birthday to me,” I murmur my approval.

  “You like that? You haven’t even seen what I can do with it.”

  I roll my eyes, which, of course, he can’t see in the dim light, but there’s no denying the thumping in my chest. My excitement to have him moving between my legs. I mentally thank Adele once more for encouraging me to indulge in this fling. It’s already been so worth it, and we haven’t even had intercourse yet.

  I guide him to my entrance. I’m already more than ready, and the tip sinks in easily. Lance leans his hands on the bed above my shoulders and thrusts in, filling me. I gasp—not at the size of him, which I definitely feel, but at the rightness. It feels so good. Delicious. He eases back and pushes in again. My eyes roll back in my head with plea
sure.

  “Fuck, Charlie.”

  I’m way too satisfied to hear the playboy losing control.

  I rock my hips up to meet his thrusts. He plucks one of my nipples, staring down at me with an intensity that unnerves me, all the while sliding in and out of me like it’s the most important job he’s ever taken.

  He lowers for a kiss, but then loses concentration. His mouth is suspended above mine, our breath mingling as he swallows my gasp.

  I grip his muscled arms, leveraging my hips to snap up and meet his, trying to take him deeper, because I need more. So much more.

  “Fuck,” he curses again. The leash on his control snaps and then he gives what he promised—fast and hard. Turns out the placement of his hands above my shoulders was strategic, because now they act as bumpers. Each time he thrusts, I surge upward against the bracketing of his wrists.

  “Yes,” I gasp. It feels so good. Rough, but satisfying.

  “Sorry,” he pants. His eyes seem to glow. I’m not sure what he’s apologizing for—maybe because he’s losing control. It’s not about my pleasure anymore, he’s seeking his own, and yet each desperate surge inside me stokes my own fire. My desire chases the release in perfect concert with his.

  “More,” I gasp.

  His eyes seem to glow even brighter. “Fuck.” He bucks harder, slams into me. He shifts back to stand on his knees, gripping my bent legs where thigh creases into hip to yank me into him. I swear he’ll split me in two. It’s ravenous.

  Passion like I’ve never known. Never seen. Never experienced for myself, because yes, I feel it too. I want him deeper. I want him to destroy me with that cock, make me forget all my worries, all my plans, everything that keeps me rigid and uptight and forgetting how to live.

  “Yes!” I encourage, in case he’s not sure how much I need it. “Lance… Lance.”

  “Baby.” The word sounds broken on his lips. Like a lament. Like he can’t believe how lost he is in this moment. “I can’t… I need…” For a moment, I see the gleam of his canine teeth and from this angle, they seem longer and sharper than normal. He holds my hips and pummels in and out in short, quick strokes, slapping my ass with his loins, filling the room with the wanton sounds of sex.