Single Wolf Female

Chapter Eleven

It took a few hours for the others to come in and head out. Someone had brought a couple of cases of beer and people relaxed and celebrated while Dan, Holly, Trina and I fussed over the baby. We gave him a bath and put him to bed, and Holly opted to sleep in his room. She pulled her bunk across the door to ensure that he couldn’t shift again and get back out. We’d clearly have to watch him closer, but judging from the chastised look on Trina’s face, it wouldn’t happen again.

Spence and Len had returned home from the concert, embarrassed to find the house crawling with shifters and caught red-handed. They were horrified to hear the news about baby Eddie, and as punishment, Jackson was taking them under his wing and apprenticing them for his plumbing company. I didn’t think that was much of a punishment and said so.

“You haven’t had to deal with sewage much, have you?” he said with a grin.

Judging from the smirk on Dan’s face, it wasn’t going to be a good punishment. I let it stand. Spence and Len needed jobs anyhow. This would give them something to learn, at least.

True to his word, Roscoe had taken one look at me and Jackson, hugging baby Eddie. He’d turned around and left in his car. I hoped we never saw him again, but it didn’t matter. Virginity didn’t matter, either. Jackson and I were a cohesive team, and it was obvious to everyone present. He was part of our pack - alpha, leader, and father to the others, and mate to me. Roscoe would never be able to worm his way in. Not now.

Bathsheba and Beau had pulled us aside and ensured that everything was fine before they left. I thanked them for their help, but Beau simply shook his head. “This is exactly what the Alliance is for,” he told me. “Banding together to help each other out. No thanks are necessary.”

“We’re still grateful,” I told him. I glanced over at Jackson, who’d stayed at my side ever since returning. “And we’d like to talk about having the Savage pack join, after all. I’m starting to see the benefits.”

Beau looked pleased. “We’re having an alphas meeting of the various groups on Wednesday night. I’d love for you both to come.”

“We’ll be there,” Jackson said, his arm going around my waist.

They left, and the house was silent. The others were in bed, and it was late at night. Jackson locked the door and I moved through the house, checking everything before we met at the stairs and headed up to my room for the night.

As soon as we shut the door, I was on Jackson. My mouth went to his, and I began to tear at his shirt, overcome by a wealth of emotions. Pride in how he’d handled things tonight. Relief. Pleasure.

And overwhelming lust. Seeing him take control? A turn on. Seeing him return with baby Eddie in his arms, safe and secure? Turn on. Every time he put his arm around my waist or absently touched me, letting the others know I was his mate? Turn on.

And right now? I was incredibly, undoubtedly turned on. My tongue slicked against his, my movements more fierce than practiced. My nails dug into his shirt and I tore at the fabric, wanting it off of him.

He kissed me back, then pulled away, clearly surprised at my passion. “You okay, Alice?”

“I am so incredibly attracted to you right now,” I told him breathlessly.

“You are?” He looked surprised, though his hands went to my waist and he pulled me closer. “You’re not exhausted by tonight?”

Oh, I was. But more than that, I was aroused. Seeing Jackson be a leader? Leaning on Jackson while he handled things? It had done crazy stuff to my libido. “I’m ready to move forward with the mating. All of it. Everything.”

He pulled back, his eyes narrowing as he studied me. “This…isn’t some sort of gratitude thing, is it? I want it to be your choice, Alice, not something you do because you think you have to—“

I kissed him again to shut him up, brushing my breasts against his chest. My tongue slid against his parted lips, and I whimpered at how delicious he tasted. “Can’t I just be aroused by you being all alpha?”

“You can,” he agreed, and his hands slid to my ass. “I just want to make sure you don’t feel coerced.”

“I’m not. Roscoe’s gone. The baby’s safe. The pack is good. And I…I want my alpha. Now shut up and kiss me.”

He chuckled, his lips moving closer to mine. “Ah, the sweet charms of the female alpha. So demanding.”

“Shut up,” I told him breathlessly. “You like it.”

“Hell yeah, I do,” he admitted. “But I might be equally demanding. Especially in bed.”

A shiver ran up my spine at the thought, and I gave another hard tug at his shirt. The material split down the front, his collar gaping. “I can give as good as I get,” I told him. The scared virgin that I’d been? Gone. All fear had somehow gone out the window, leaving me only ravenous with need and excited to experience everything that mating an alpha would bring me.

He wanted to take charge in bed? He’d have to fight me for it.

And I was so, so looking forward to that.

“You just ripped my favorite shirt,” Jackson said in a low voice. “Bad girl.” His hands fisted on my tee. “You wouldn’t like it if I did it to you, would you?”

I gave him an arch smile, though my skin was prickling with excitement and awareness. “Go ahead and try it.”

He did, his big hands ripping the front of my shirt away and exposing my bra. And oh god, that was such a turn on to see him ripping my clothing away from my body. My nipples were hard through the soft fabric of my bra, and my breathing was coming in short, excited pants.

“Learned your lesson?” There was a low growl in his voice that was oh-so-suggestive.

I snorted. “I learned that you tear clothes like a sissy,” I taunted. “Asking permission and then barely backing up your threats.”

“That so?” His big hand went to the front of my bra, and before I could say anything else, he tugged and snapped the material. My breasts flew free.

I gasped, startled at that move. I hadn’t been expecting that. My nipples ached, though, and when his hungry gaze turned there, I instantly got aroused. Oh boy.

But I couldn’t let him get the upper hand in the clothing-tearing war. I dragged my nails at his shirt, ripping away more of the material until his chest was fully bared. Then I stopped and admired, licking my lips. God, he was pretty to look at. Those hard pectorals, that sprinkling of chest hair. All of it was incredibly appealing. He stilled, letting me admire him unmolested, and I couldn’t help but rake my nails over one rock-hard slab of muscle. Just doing that made me shiver with want. “Is it weird that I like just looking at this?”

“Not at all,” he said in a husky voice. He reached out and cupped one of my loose breasts. “I know just how you feel.”

I whimpered at the sensation of his big hand on my breast. It was the first time I’d ever been touched there. It was ticklish and arousing and squirm-inducing all at once. And when his thumb lightly brushed over my nipple? I couldn’t suppress the gasp that escaped my throat - or the way my nipple hardened in response.

“So lovely, Alice. I want to put my mouth all over you,” Jackson whispered, moving in closer to me.

“So do it,” I goaded him.

“If you insist,” he said, and grabbed me by the ass, picking me up.

My arms automatically went around his neck, clinging to him as he lifted me and headed to the bed on the far side of the room. The movement pressed my bare breasts to his chest, and the warmth of his skin - combined with the tickle of his chest hair was just as arousing as his touch.

By the time he gently laid me down on the bed, I was squirming with need. My legs went around his jeans-clad hips, trapping him against me before he could move away. Jackson chuckled, and pressed his weight down against me, his hips resting between the cradle of my thighs, and I could feel the hard length of him there. My breath sucked in when he gave a suggestive thrust.

His mouth moved to my neck, and I moaned aloud when he bit and licked at my bare skin.

“Shhh,” he warned me. “You don’t want the others to hear us.”

Shit. Werewolf hearing was far too keen. I stretched an arm over the bed, fumbling for the clock radio there, and started smacking buttons until music began to play. Latin music wailed out through the small speakers, full of trumpets and Spanish words.

Jackson laughed against my throat. “Way to be obvious.”

I didn’t care if it was obvious. I just didn’t want him to stop. My hands went to his hair and I pushed his head lower, angling him toward my breasts. I wanted him to touch them again. “Too much talking, not enough licking,” I told him in a whisper.

“A man needs to keep his alpha female happy, doesn’t he?” Jackson murmured, and he obligingly moved his mouth to my breasts. He licked the tip of one.

I moaned again, unable to help myself. That felt incredible. Every time his lips touched my nipple, I felt it all the way down to my toes. I arched my back, pressing my breasts forward for his mouth, and he nuzzled one nipple, then moved to the other to give it equal attention. His lips moved over them, grazing, then suckling at each tip, and just when I’d whimper my appreciation, he’d change it up, nipping at my flesh or switching breasts. Soon enough, I was writhing on the bed under him, desperate with need.

“Jackson,” I breathed, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Your mouth is driving me crazy.” I wanted him to stop. I wanted him to keep going forever.

“Baby,” he murmured, and leaned in to press a kiss to my breastbone. “You haven’t seen anything yet. You want me to drive you even wilder?”

Oh god, did I? Hell yes, I did. I nodded. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He chuckled and his hands went to the zipper of my jeans. “Then let’s get these off.”

That sounded like an incredible idea to me. As he undid my jeans, I began to wriggle, maneuvering them down my legs until I was in nothing but my panties, and he pulled the heavy denim off my legs. Then, he reached for my panties and tugged them off, leaving me naked and panting on the bed, staring up at him. He was still in his jeans. It didn’t seem fair, and I opened my mouth to protest.

But then he dropped to the floor beside the bed and pulled me toward him, and I went silent, my eyes going wide.

“Your smell is driving me wild, Alice,” Jackson murmured, his voice barely audible over the mariachi music. “Been driving me wild for days. Love the scent of you in my nostrils.”

He’d been smelling my constant arousal for days? I’d known it, and yet I squirmed at the thought. His big hands went to my thighs, spreading them, and I heard him inhale sharply again. He gave a sigh of pleasure, and then pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. “You just tell me if any of this makes you uncomfortable, Alice,” he murmured, and his fingers grazed the inside of my thigh.

I quivered at that touch, propping up on my elbows to watch him. Like I’d be able to complain about anything? Like I’d want to? I was practically trembling with anticipation of his mouth on my sex.

Luckily, I didn’t have to anticipate long. He made another sound of pleasure, and then I felt his fingers skim my sex, moving over the curls and parting the petals underneath. His fingers stroked over my flesh. “So nice and wet already.”

I collapsed back on the bed, my eyes closing as I lost myself to the sensation. Oh, god. If I’d thought his mouth on my breasts was heavenly, his hands on my sex were pure bliss. I parted my thighs wider for him, encouraging more, and my hands went to his hair again, the urge to push him to where I needed him the most rising inside me.

He chuckled at my response. “You want to lead for a bit, Alice?”

“Just touch me,” I bit out, my breathing raspy and shallow with anticipation.

“You want fingers or tongue?”

Oh god, I had to choose just one? I trembled at that.

“Maybe I’ll decide,” he murmured huskily. A moment later, I felt his tongue brush over the slick folds of my sex.

The shuddering moan that crept from my throat was not sexy. It was strangled with a mixture of surprise and desire, but Jackson seemed to like the sound of it. He made a noise of pleasure - like I’d make when tasting a favorite dish - and licked me long and hard.

And I made another one of those garbled moans.

“Mmm, sweet Alice,” Jackson said against my flesh. “Knew you’d taste incredible. Love that you’re all mine.” He licked me again, long and hard, and my thighs quaked in response, lifting to follow his tongue. “My sweet, sweet alpha mate.”

And then he began to tongue me vigorously, his lips brushing against my mound even as the tip of his tongue worked on my clit, pressing and then circling with varying speeds and strengths. He seemed to be judging my responses; every quiver got more of the same as a reward, and he sped up and slowed down as if testing me out. Seeing what I liked.

Hell, I liked all of it.

My hands tightened in his hair in shock when he sucked on my clit, though, and he gave a small, rough chuckle at my reaction. “Like that, did you?”

“More,” I demanded, tightening my hands in his hair. Oh god, I needed more of that.

“As my alpha commands,” he said with that smooth, seductive voice, and brushed his lips over my clit in a glorious tease before sucking on it again.

I whimpered, feeling an orgasm building and helpless to stop it. My thighs clenched helplessly, and my hips jerked in response when he brushed two fingers against my core and pushed into my slick warmth, even as his mouth continued to suck on my clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me with the occasional flick of his tongue.

Then, his fingers began to pump inside me.

The orgasm splintered and broke through me. “Unh,” I gasped, then was horrified at the completely unsexy noise I’d just made. Release tore through me, locking every muscle along its way, even as Jackson continued to thrust his fingers deep inside me, working me with both hand and tongue at once.

It took what seemed like forever for me to come down from that, and by the time his mouth lifted, I was wrung out with the orgasm he’d ripped from me. I panted for breath, a bit embarrassed at my hard reaction.

But Jackson simply looked pleased with himself. He nipped the inside of one knee while giving me a sexy, pleased look, and got to his feet, his hands going to his jeans. I lay back in the bed, panting, watching as he stripped his jeans off. His cock was erect and the head was gleaming with pre-cum, his own need obvious. He was beautiful as he kicked off his jeans and then came back to the bed, moving over me. His warmth and weight pressed down on me and then he moved in to kiss me, his lips licking at mine in an imitation of what he’d done to my sex, and I moaned against his mouth even as he grasped my thigh and pulled it around his hip.

I followed his lead, lifting my other leg, and was rewarded with a shallow thrust, his cock sliding against the wet curls of my sex. “That’s my Alice,” he murmured against my mouth. “All mine.”

I felt the head of his cock nudge against my opening and I sucked in, tensing a little. My hips wanted to flex against him, but I was suddenly afraid of it hurting.

Jackson pushed forward. There was a bolt of pain as my body stretched to accommodate him. I yelped, but it was smothered by his kisses. He pushed forward again, sinking deeper into me, and my nails bit into his skin. A hiss escaped me.

He panted, every muscle in his body tense. “Fuck, you’re tight, Alice.” His hips flexed, and I felt him push deeper, the sharp stabs of pain gone and replaced by a low ache. It felt as if he’d invaded me, and I wasn’t quite sure I liked the sensation yet.

But then he leaned in to kiss me again, and I melted under his mouth. His tongue thrusting into my mouth felt…different with him buried deep inside me, and the ache of need in my sex began to return. When his hips hitched again, I lifted with him.

“Alice,” he panted, and I could see the sheen of sweat on his face - his gorgeous, wonderful face - as he moved slowly, determined not to hurt me. His gaze flicked to mine and our eyes locked, and I saw a flicker of his wolf in his eyes.

And then he thrust, hard, sinking deep.

I gasped. Not because it hurt, but because it had filled that raw ache with a sweet bolt of pleasure. My arms curled around his neck and I lifted my mouth for him to kiss again, even as I raised my hips.

“Alice,” he growled against my mouth, and began to thrust harder. I lifted my hips with each movement, determined to match him, and felt the spiraling pleasure of sex washing through me again. This felt good, really good. Jackson’s hard body moving over mine, moving deep inside me, his chest brushing against my nipples, his mouth on mine, the musky scent of him filling my nostrils - all of the sensations combined to create a whirlwind of pleasure that enveloped me, and before long, I was crying out my pleasure with each thrust, hungry for more.

“You going to come again?” he gritted, driving hard into me. “Going to come for me again?”

I nodded, my lips seeking his and only succeeding in barely brushing over them. The kisses had given way as he’d begun to pump into me harder and faster, his own desire overtaking him.

“I want to see it,” he told me, his whisper harsh, and I felt his fingers move between us where we were joined. A moment later, I felt him flick my clit, even as he thrust deep inside me again.

I moaned hard, my body arching. The combined sensations were too much - I couldn’t process it. “Jackson,” I growled, my voice loud. “I need—“

“I know,” he told me. ‘I know.” And he flicked his fingers over my clit again.

I came hard, two seconds before he did. My groans locked with his, and I felt the wash of him inside me, even as my legs clenched and quivered around his tight hips, my nails sunk deep into his shoulders with the fierceness of my orgasm.

It took a few minutes for my body to calm, for muscles to unlock, for breathing to slow. Jackson’s heavy weight collapsed on top of me, a delicious feeling that I didn’t mind in the slightest. I was still sprawled underneath him, his cock buried deep inside me, and my skin, damp with perspiration, stuck to his.

I’d never been more content.

After a moment, he propped up on one elbow and gave me a pleased look, his dark blond hair stuck to his forehead in funny little ringlets. “You okay?”

I nodded, stretching an arm over my head and yawning. I felt fucking fantastic.

“Good,” he murmured, and leaned in to kiss my neck. “I wasn’t sure because you weren’t being yourself.”

My brows drew together and I gave him a curious look. “Being myself? What do you mean?”

His eyebrows wiggled down at me in a way that could only be defined as ‘lecherous.’ “I don’t know. Between all that moaning and begging, it was practically like you were showing throat to me. Wasn’t like the alpha I know at all.”

I growled low in my throat and pushed at his shoulder until we rolled over in my narrow bed. A moment later, Jackson was pinned under me and I straddled him. “Showing throat, huh?”

“‘Fraid so.”

I snorted. “At what point did I show throat? When I told you to lick me harder?”

“I don’t recall hearing that,” he said innocently. “All I know is that I climbed on top of you and had my way with you.”

“That so?” I told him, and reached out to flick one of his nipples with my fingers, enjoying his reaction. I felt every ripple of his shiver with him trapped between my thighs - and still trapped inside my body. “Because that’s not how I remember it.”

“Selective memory,” he teased. “Happens in betas.”

“Beta?” I growled. “I’m no beta.”

“I don’t know. I always thought that mating with an alpha female would mean she’d want to be in charge of everything.”

I gave another wiggle of my hips on top of him. “You want to see a female in charge in bed?” I leaned down and put my mouth on one of his nipples, biting at it. “You just tell me when you’re ready for more and I’ll show you an alpha female in bed.”

Jackson’s eyes gleamed with pleasure. “That so?”

“It is.” I knew I’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book, but I didn’t much care.

That was the thing with Jackson and me. We were perfect for each other, because we complimented each other’s strengths. When I fell back, he was there to pick up the pace and take the lead. When I wanted to lead? He let me and was content to assist. It wasn’t that one of us was stronger than the other, or more dominant. We were just different, and dominant in different ways.

It was like our pack was just a big puzzle, and I’d found the missing piece. And as I leaned in to press a kiss to his chest, I knew he felt the same way.

I didn’t have to ask, after all. It was obvious in his face, as it was in mine.

We were pack, and we were home.

*** The End ***