The magnetic energy between us was palpable. We both
felt it, but neither of us said a word, not knowing what possible enunciation
could express the magnificence of the joint movements of our intertwined
bodies. We weaved in and out of each other, lost in each other, still never
speaking even a solitary word between us. There was nothing to be said; our act
was pure, instinctual, and perfect in its execution.
Kieran’s pumping became deeper and more furious, and
in seconds I could feel him spilling his seed inside of me, its warm stickiness
lining my pussy. The hot seed flowed through me, bringing on my own orgasm. I
let my head fall gently backward to the bed as I moaned in pleasure, gyrating
beneath him, clenching myself on his thick member as he gave a few deep, final
strokes.
I lay on the bed in exhausted bliss. I could feel
Kieran hovering over me, but I didn’t dare open my eyes. It was all too
surreal. Had it really happened? If this was a dream, I didn’t want it to end.
I refused to open my eyes for fear that it had all been an apparition, a
bizarre figment of my wild imagination.
But I could feel his breath on my face, real enough
to let me know I wasn’t dreaming. I opened my eyes to find Kieran staring back
at me, the icy-blue hue of his wolf-like eyes nearly glowing now in the shadows
of the darkened room.
He ran a hand back through his long, dark hair, wet
now with sweat after the intensity of our hot sex. He held me there with his
eyes. I didn’t know what to say. For a long moment he held me in his gaze. At
any other time this would have made me feel self-conscious and uncomfortable,
but for some reason I felt at peace; I liked having him ravage me with his
eyes.
“You’re mine now. You know this,” he said, his eyes
still staring deeply into mine.
I gulped, intimidated by him, but slightly numbed by
the intensity of my recent orgasm.
“I’m your Alpha,” he said. “And you’re my mate.”
I nodded my head to communicate that I understood.
But
what was it I understood?
I had no idea what it meant to be someone’s mate.
What the hell was an Alpha anyway?
“I want you to say it,” he said.
“You’re my Alpha,” I said softly, my voice barely
above a whisper.
“Do you even know what that means?”
I shook my head no.
“It means what I said before: that you’re mine.
You’re my pleasure and my strength. You’ll do as I say.
You always obey your
Alpha
. In return you’ll have my love, protection, and affection. There are
more nights like this to come.”
We lay in the bed silent now, his arms wrapped
around me. I didn’t know what exactly was to come, but I knew it didn’t matter.
I was bound to him, I was his. I didn’t have any choice in the matter. I would
face the world at Kieran’s side. Come what may,
I would obey my Alpha
.
I drifted slowly off to sleep, praying silently to
myself that this wasn’t all a dream. But I knew in my heart that this was real.
Was I scared? Of course. But what choice did I have in the end.
I would
always obey my Alpha
.
The
End.
Including
Wolf’s
Bliss
and the
Perfect
Soldier Series
!
The
Perfect Soldier Series is a multi-part series following Catherine
"Cat" Simmons and Colton "Colt" Bradley.
Parts
One
,
Two
,
and
Three
are out now – Part Four coming soon! Check out excerpts below!
And
if you liked Saved by the Alpha, you’ll also like Wolf’s Bliss. Enjoy the
excerpt below!
“I can tell you want to ask me something,” said
Caleb. “Go ahead, ask away.”
“No, I don’t. I just want you to leave me alone.”
“Ali, I can read minds. Don’t try to fool me,
because you can’t.”
I couldn’t exactly tell whether he was joking or
not.
“Why now? Why wait until now to track me down?” I
asked.
I heard my own voice and recognized a note of
sadness, or disappointment, as if I was bothered by the fact that he hadn’t come
to find me
sooner
. I hadn’t intended it that way, but my voice gave
resonance to my unconscious desires.
“I had some things to deal with,” said Caleb, taking
another sip of his drink.
“What things?”
“Well, not so much things, but persons, other shifters.
I had to avenge myself – to kill the ones who put me in the hospital in the
first place,” he said calmly.
“Who were they?” I gulped. “And why did they hurt
you?”
“They are wolves I used to consider my closest
allies, but they betrayed me. I had no other choice but to end their lives.
They turned on me that night, cornered me. It was two versus one, an unfair
fight. I fought them off, but sustained heavy wounds. I escaped into the park,
but the damage was done. You know the rest. Someone found me lying unconscious,
that’s when I was rushed to the hospital.”
“Why did they betray you?”
“They thought I was becoming too powerful, that I
was becoming a threat to their livelihood within the pack.”
“Are we in danger right now?”
“No, I was careful to come here undetected.”
“But there are still others after you?”
“Yes,” he said calmly.
Part
1,
Perfect Soldier: Catching Colton
Colt’s
Perspective
Truth be told, I hadn't quite gotten used to being
back yet. And when I say it, I mean everything: civilian clothes, civilian
cars, no drills, paved American streets, Oak trees and houses with perfectly-watered,
green grass in their front lawns. It was strange being back in the U.S. If you
spend too much time in the desert, it can be like that.
And the women, I wasn't used to them either. I hadn't been with one in a long
time, or even looked at one really. Since coming back to America, I got that
particular look from women a lot, the familiar smile and the quick checkout, a
subtle hint that they were interested, if only on a totally primal level. I
just sort of brushed it off. The idea of being with a woman was almost foreign
to me, it'd been so long since I'd had time to even cultivate an interest in
another person on that level.
But things changed when I saw her in the bar earlier. Cat. I liked that named,
it sounded feisty and wild. I could only imagine what she was like in bed. When
I first saw her, my heart damn near broke. "Curves that could kill"
was the only way to describe her. Full, gorgeous breasts, just the right amount
of cleavage; a round, voluptuous ass that melded into her beautiful thighs, her
jeans tight against her skin. I imagined what it might be like having her
bounce that ass in front of me as I stroked inside her, and I felt myself
starting to get hard at the thought.
Her blouse had been tight, too, revealing those extra pounds around her
midsection, those free-flowing, killer curves. I liked a girl with a body like
that, a little chubby, but with tons of confidence. Women like Cat knew how to
treat a man in bed, you could tell by the way they walked and the way they
talked. With a little luck, I'd be finding this out for sure later tonight.
Part
2,
Perfect Soldier: Colt & Cat
Cat’s
Perspective
He knew what I wanted, what I'd wanted all week
long, that cathartic release that would wash the stress of school and my job
away. Granted the stress of preparing for exams was over, but I still hadn't received
my final grades. I know I shouldn't have been worried about it, especially
since there was nothing I could do now, but I wouldn't be completely relaxed
until the grades were officially in the books.
As he drove, I put my hand on Colt's leg, easing it up slowly toward his
crotch. He looked straight ahead, as if he didn't even notice. Then I began
massaging, my hand between his legs, rubbing gently, feeling that big cock
starting to get hard. Could I make it all the way home? Now that I'd initiated things,
I felt my desire growing exponentially by the second. How could I hold out that
long?
I continued rubbing, then unbuckled my seat belt, moving my head down toward
his crotch. Colt shifted the seatback, knowing what I had in mind, anticipating
it even more than I was. I unzipped his jeans. He got up slightly, allowing me
to shimmy them off of his hips so I could pull out that monster cock, already
halfway hard. My mouth would get it the rest of the way there.
Part
3,
Perfect Soldier: Long Goodbye
Colt’s
Perspective
The hot water splashed against my body, waking me
completely from the last of my clinging sleepiness. I stood there thinking as
the water washed over my face. I still hadn't told Cat about the money from
Vegas. I don't know what it was, but for some reason I had a feeling it would
complicate things. I guess I'd just keep it to myself for now and wait for the
right time to bring it up.
Then I heard the shower curtain rustle and felt Cat slip in behind me. I smiled
to myself. I loved mornings like this.
I felt her press up against me, touching me gently, her hands reaching around
the front of me to play with my cock. I smiled to myself as the water continued
to rain down. Maybe it's a little embarrassing, but I was already starting to
get hard, anticipating her touch, turned on by her friskiness and the
unsuspected nature of this morning encounter.
She kept stroking my cock, making it harder and bigger with every subtle
motion. I felt myself throbbing, my pulse getting stronger and more rapid. My
body needed this. I needed this. And I could tell that Cat needed it, too. How
many of our days had started like this? More than a few, but usually in bed
instead of the shower.
In our hearts we knew that our time together was short-lived, marked by my
eventual need to go back overseas and serve on another tour of duty. We never
spoke about that possibility, as if not talking about it made it somehow
unreal. But it was in the back of our minds, and it impacted us on mornings
like this where we were determined to live each moment to the fullest.