Alphas Divided Complete Series (15 page)

Chapter 25

"Say it again."

"What? That I want you inside me? That I need you to take me here?"

"Damn, Em. That does amazing things to my cock. But no, I meant say 'my love.'"

Emma used her grip on his hair to pull his face back from hers. She looked at him hard, the wheels turning swiftly in her brain.

"Elam, have I not told you how much I love you? I haven't, have I? Well let me fix that right now. I know we've had
a lot
going on, but there is no excuse for...Elam, I love you. I love you more and more every day. You are not what I expected when my dad dropped me off here to keep me out of trouble, by any means. But I love you.

You have captured my heart. My body needs your body like the fields need rain. I ache for you when you aren't near me. I think of you when you are away from me. You taught me to shift, to hunt, to make love, to fuck, and most of all- to love. I love you, Elam. I chose you. I chose to be your mate. I chose to be your lover. I chose to be your friend. I chose to give you my life, to remain here forever, yours, and I'm so very glad I did.

I love you, Elam, so very much already. And right now, I choose to have every inch of you buried deep inside me. I choose to love you, again and again, until I literally, physically burst with the pleasure of loving you. Please, show me how much you love me, and let me show you the same. Love me, Elam. Long, and loud. Gentle and rough. Please Elam, love me. Now."

Emma watched, word by word, meaning by meaning, as her words hit Elam. She squealed with delight as the light in his eyes grew and changed from adoring and careful and loving, to aroused and needy and heated.

His mouth found hers again, only this time his tenderness was overshadowed by need. He kissed her with primal desire. His tongue was thorough as he tasted every inch of her mouth, his hands wandering, pulling, tugging, until he found her wrists and suddenly pulled them up above her head, pinning her in place underneath him.

He kissed a path from just under her ear, down her neck and over the swells of her breasts. She was beautifully naked underneath him, and no barriers stood between them as his mouth teased a hot trail toward one pointed, pink nipple.

He teased the peak of her nipple with the very tip of his tongue before drawing it into his mouth and sucking on the sensitive nub.

She moaned her encouragement as she arched her back to press her breast more firmly against his mouth. He sucked harder, nipping the bud with his teeth before soothing it again with the flat of his tongue.

His hands released their grip on her wrists, one hand roaming over her body before cupping her other breast and aiming it toward his mouth so he could give that one equal attention, and his other arm helping to prop himself up to kiss Emma in all the ways he wanted to.

Emma decided that she wanted to take charge. She realized that Elam had tasted all of her, but she had yet to taste all of him. When she was in heat they had fucked like rabbits, but she'd never tasted him. She was determined to change that now.

Emma played with Elam, running her hand over his hard, muscular chest before pinching his nipples between her fingers and lightly running her fingernails down his chest, over his abs and back up. She placed her palm flat against his chest, and suddenly pushed.

She rolled toward him as she pushed, using his surprise as leverage to get him on his back. She straddled his hips and then his legs before he knew what happened, and was kissing her way down his chest and stomach before he even though to protest.

"You should be resting. I was going to help you relax."

She laughed, her breath against his stomach as her tongue licked a trail farther south.

"I am relaxing. Kissing you is very relaxing."

Her tongue dipped lower, following his trail of dark hair as it led to his lower abdomen, just above his thick, dark nest of hair.

She knelt between his spread thighs, kissing his stomach before working up the nerve to head lower. She'd never tasted him before, but she had touched him there, so she started with what she knew.

She wrapped her hand around his erect cock, feeling his warm, velvet skin against her palm. She started stroking him in her hand as she lightly bit and nipped the skin on his stomach and hips.

His moan above her as she stroked his cock in her hand was enough to urge her on. She angled his cock with her hand, aiming his cock head toward her lips. She looked him over as she wet her lips in anticipation. He was hard, and thick in her hand, the tip of him looking back at her in the seconds before she stuck out her tongue.

She licked him at first, starting slow. She ran her tongue over and around the tip of him, and then closed her lips over him, sliding him slowly into her mouth.

He was smooth against her tongue, slightly salty at the tip. It reminded her of a popsicle, so she decided to treat him accordingly. She sucked a little, gently, and was rewarded with a groan from somewhere deep inside Elam's chest.

Her grip tightened on his shaft as she started to bob her head, taking more of him into her mouth. She twirled her tongue over him as she stroked, exploring and enjoying the sounds he was making as she took her time.

She found an easy rhythm, one that he seemed to enjoy as well. She felt his hands slide into her hair, not forcing, but gently guiding her, showing her what he liked. She liked the rush of power that came with pleasing him this way. She loved knowing she was responsible for the sounds coming out of the back of his throat.

She started going faster, twisting her palm just so during every stroke of her lips over his shaft, but he soon stopped her by tugging slightly on her hair, urging her to stop.

"Emma, if you keep going..."

Before he could finish his thought, her eyes were already roaming over every inch of him. She loved how he looked laid out underneath her. She could see all of him that way, from his biceps and chest, tensed from making her stop, to his washboard flat abs just below her lips.

She looked lower, watched as her hand kept a slow motion up and down his cock, and she knew what she wanted to do next.

She let go of him, crawling on all fours over him until she was straddling the shaft of his cock with her bare breasts hovering over his mouth. She lowered herself some, kissing his lips as his hands explored her body just inches above his. She broke the kiss, sitting up on her knees and watching as he took himself in hand and aimed the head of his cock between her thighs.

She sat deliciously still as he rubbed the tip of his hard cock back and forth along her wet slit, teasing her with his hardness and circling her clit.

He aimed himself for her tight hole, letting her lower herself at her own speed.

Chapter 26

She sat down on him, inch by slow inch, reveling in the feel of him slowly stretching and filling her. She knew he would probably take over at some point, when she finally yelled out something that broke his steely will, but for now he was letting her set the pace.

She wasn't at all experienced in such matters, so she decided to just do what felt good, what felt right. She sat all the way down, until her weight rested on his hips with his cock fully inside her.

She started rocking her hips, rubbing her clit on the base of him as she rocked slowly at first. It felt so good she picked up the pace, rocking herself against him faster and faster.

His hands gripped her hips, squeezing her as he matched the rhythm she had set. His hands rose up, gliding over her waist and up higher to tease and squeeze her breasts as she rocked and bounced above him.

"You are so very beautiful, Em. I love seeing the pleasure on your face as you ride me. I love feeling my cock inside you, being hugged and squeezed as you move against me."

Emma bit her lip, Elam's words egging her on as she found a rhythm that was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm already. She leaned over him, planting her hands on his chest as she rocked her hips against him harder, faster.

"That's it. Come for me sweet Emma. Ride me, take your pleasure from me, let me watch as you fall over that edge."

"Oh Elam...I'm..."

"Oh fuck Emma, you're so sexy when you come."

"Oh yes, oh Elam, yes, yes, yes!"

She folded over him as her orgasm hit, pressing her breasts into his chest and chanting the words against his neck and into his ear as the waves started rolling through her. She felt the urge to taste his skin, to kiss his neck as she came, and before she knew why she was biting his neck.

Little nibbles at first, nipping at him as she rocked her hips, but then she opened wider and sunk her teeth into the straining muscles in his neck. She bit harder as she climaxed, the feel of his vulnerable skin against her teeth as his cock still filled her making one orgasm roll swiftly into two.

She claimed him as hers then, marking him as she had been marked. Now she not only belonged to him, but he belonged to her as well.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and hips as she rode him, cumming for him, claiming him as hers. He thrust himself up into her as she rocked down on him, but it wasn't enough.

Her bite excited something in him, and as she started to turn to putty above him, he needed more.

He rolled her over so she was underneath him again, and he turned her onto her stomach.

She felt his need and responded by getting her knees and elbows underneath her, arching her back and offering herself to him behind her.

His animal urges had taken over, and she loved that she could bring out the animal in him.

She threw her head back, trying to watch him behind her as he gripped her hips with his hands and drove himself quickly, fully home in one smooth stroke.

He filled her, pulling out quickly just to fill her again.

She pressed her ass back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke, loving the sound of his hips smacking against her ass as he grunted and reached for his own climax. Her fists gripped the blankets as she rocked backward against him, and he slid an arm around her waist holding her still as he filled her again and again, each stroke hitting against her cervix as he bottomed out deep inside her.

His strokes got faster and shallower, staying deep instead of pulling out before thrusting again. With a primal groan his grip tightened and she knew he was almost there.

She reached a hand down between her legs, feeling where they joined together and then stroking and softly tugging his balls just in time to hear an animalistic roar rip through him as he came, pouring his seed so deeply inside her, making her fall forward on the bed and pressing her belly flat against the sheets as their legs finally gave out and his orgasm filled her.

They lay like that, him on her back, pressed against the warm bed until their wits started to return.

She sighed and then giggled as his mouth teased the heated, sensitive flesh of her neck as he nuzzled her there.

"Please, Em, don't ever scare me like that again, ok? When you were in trouble, and then to see you fall at my feet in pain. Going through that again would tear my heart out."

She laughed as well as she could, pinned beneath him, and said, "I'll try not to. It's not like I planned it, you know."

"Hmm. Did you plan to bite me or did that just happen, too?"

She felt herself turn quite a few shades of red as she remembered what she had done in the heat of passion, and wiggled underneath him until he let her up and she could roll onto her back and look up at him.

She assessed the damage.

She'd left a bite mark, for sure. She must have shifted at least a little, because two canine teeth holes were deeper than all the rest. She had drawn blood. It was already beginning to heal, but it would leave a mark on him forever, just like the one she wore.

"How does it look? Am I marked forever? Do we have matching claimings?"

"You are definitely marked." She said it with a shy grin. "Do you mind? I know it's usually just the female who bears the mark."

"Do I mind that my mate wants to tell the whole world that I belong to her and her alone? That I am loved? That if anyone wants to try anything they'd have a jealous she-wolf to explain things to? No, love. Of course I don't mind. I like knowing I can drive you to a passion strong enough to mark me. I will wear your mark proudly."

"As I wear mine, Elam. I wear mine proudly as well."

With a smile Elam pulled Emma into the cradle of his arms and dragged the blankets back up from wherever their rolling around had tossed them, tucking them in.

"I love you, Mate." Elam whispered the words into her ear in the moments before sleep took them both.

"And I love you back, you beast."

Chapter 27

Later on that night, Galen and Kate came by to check on Emma.

Emma was feeling fine, her romp with Elam and the nap that followed doing much to help her heal and restore herself. Her body was still pretty sore, but she felt way better than she ever would have imagined she'd feel after getting shot, twice, and killing an esteemed, if crazy, member of the pack she had only recently joined.

The foursome found themselves speaking easily and freely without anyone else from the pack being around.

Kate started it off by thanking Emma for jumping in front of her and taking the bullets aimed at her. She wanted to continue, to say more, but emotional tears kept tripping her up.

When she took a moment to wipe her eyes and take a breath, Galen stepped in for her. He started to thank Emma as well, but his speech started out as more of an apology than a thank you.

"I'm so sorry, Emma. If I had known just exactly how far gone my mother was I never would have let her out of my sight. I certainly never would have let her and Kate spend as much time together as they did. I appreciated that Kate was trying to get to know her, because it left me free to be with Thomas quite a bit in his final days. I'll always be grateful for that time. But, I never would have traded it at the expense of Kate's safety."

Emma was a bit uncomfortable with all the thanks and attention aimed at her, and tried to wave it off by offering to pour everyone a glass of wine and aim the conversation to more interesting, to her at least, topics. Like the new knowledge that Ziva was raped and that instead of just being adopted brothers, Elam and Galen were actually half-brothers, since they both shared the same mother.

Elam waved Emma back into her seat and rose to open a bottle of wine for the group, as Galen steered the conversation in an entirely new direction.

"There is a lot to be discussed on the brother front, for sure, but before you get too carried away with the wine- pour three glasses only, please."

"Do you not want a glass, brother?" Elam said the term with a big grin at Galen.

"Oh hell yeah I do."

Kate interrupted them, saying, "It is me who won't be drinking."

"Since when do you turn down wine?" Emma ribbed her.

"Since I started carrying Galen's cub."

That news made everyone stop what they were doing and turn to the couple, congratulating them, hugging Kate and slapping Galen on the back.

"That's another reason we are grateful to you, Emma. Since Kate is with cub, you saved more than just her from Ziva. You saved them both. I owe you everything, Emma. Anything you ever need, you just say the word. I mean it."

Emma nodded, not really sure how to respond, so she teased Kate instead, trying to lighten the mood.

"Holy shit, Kate. What are your parents going to say when they hear? They expect you back, straightened up from our wayward path, at the end of this next year. Won't they be surprised?"

"Ah, but I have straightened up. I'm very happily married, or mated, or claimed, or whatever. Come to think of it, they very well may demand a church wedding, but..."

"I'm game." Galen reassured her. "If a church wedding will please your parents, I'll marry you in each and every church they require. I will want a wedding night though, after each wedding. I'm just sayin'."

"I'm just sayin'? Since when are you down with old human lingo?"

Emma couldn't help teasing Galen. She was so very happy for her friend, and she had an inkling she was carrying her own cub as well. She turned down her own glass of wine, feigning recovery. She hadn't told Elam yet, she was waiting to be sure. Hell, he'd probably scent the change before she could tell him anyway, but she was waiting just the same.

"Hey, I'm down." Galen responded, teasing back.

"Oh jeeze. Don't. Just don't."

"You think humans are the only ones who can be hip?'

"Oh God. Seriously. Stop before you hurt something."

Once the teasing passed, and everyone was sitting together once again, Galen cleared his throat, and addressed the group in a more serious tone.

"If you think Elam and I being half-brothers is wild, wait until I fill in more gaps."

"There's more?" Emma asked, sipping her fruit juice out of a wine glass.

"Lots more," Galen continued, settling in.

"After you two first arrived with Henry, but before the challenge, Thomas called me to him. He knew he was dying, of course, and at the time, I was still favored to be the next Alpha. Plus, being his blood son- well, let's just say he had a lot of stuff he wanted to tell me before he passed on. To get off his chest, so to speak."

Emma tucked herself against Elam's body, smiling as he draped his arm around her as he sipped his wine and listened to Galen.

"Thomas knew he wasn't long for this world, so he didn't pussy foot around. He told me his story and wouldn't let me interrupt very often. I think he was afraid he'd pass before he got it all out."

"Before he got all of what out? How many secrets could he have?"

"Quite a few, apparently. He started at the beginning. Thomas told me that when he was younger, about twenty five or so, he heard his parents discussing him when they thought they were alone. They were discussing whether or not they were ever going to tell him that he was adopted."

"What?"

"You have got to be kidding!"

Galen shook off the reactions with a wave of his hand, carrying on over the interruptions.

"He said his dad, Alpha Aiden, reminded his mom that they had planned to tell him once he reached adulthood, but they still hadn't. It was his mother who didn't want to do it still. He listened in as they debated it, and learned that his parentage was, at best, a rumor.

It seemed that at the time, his mom had yet to be able to carry one of Aiden's cubs to term, so when a baby boy was dropped off at their den, they took him in. They tried, at first, to figure out who the cub belonged to, but all they ever heard in return was rumors.

The most insistent rumor being that Thomas was the son of a shape shifting father and a witch mother. I guess they reminisced, as Thomas listened in, about shape shifting things Thomas used to do as a young child, before they were able to corral him some and turn his shapeshifting into more of a wolf shifter only situation. As welcome as wolf shifters are, shape shifters are a totally different breed, and aren't welcomed usually. The shape shifter's history..."

Emma nodded her understanding, saying that Elam had told her some of this already.

Galen continued on, "Well, it seems that Thomas didn't take the news well. He started hanging out with those the pack didn't approve of. Witches, mainly, as shape shifters are harder to find. They introduced him to certain herbs and plants in the woods, and taught him spells and what-have-you.

Thomas said that since his parents never bothered to tell him of his origins, he never bothered to tell them who he had started hanging out with, or what they were doing when they were all together."

"Wait," Emma raised her hand, interrupting for a second. "What about Reine? Was she also adopted?"

"No. It seems that sometime after Aiden had taken Thomas in as his own, he sired Reine. Reine was the only cub the pair managed to actually have, together."

"So Reine and Thomas were not biological brother and sister after all? Wow. And Thomas never confronted Aiden? Or his mother?"

"No, he said he never spoke of it to anyone before telling me."

"So Reine never knew, either?"

"No."

Emma nodded her understanding, putting puzzle pieces away in her mind and turning her attention back to the rest of Galen's story about Thomas.

Galen continued.

"Thomas said that during the time he was hanging out with the witches on the edge of the pack's territory, without anyone's knowledge, he'd gotten involved in some questionable practices. The roots and mushrooms they partook from, and the spells and skills he learned from the witches, led to many a crazy afternoon. Afternoons that he was never quite sure actually happened, or if they were just herb induced hallucinations."

Galen paused then, allowing the rest of the group a moment to ponder everything.

Elam was the first to press.

"Hallucinations? Like what? Did he say?"

Galen nodded.

"Oh yes. He said."