Taken By The Alpha (Timber Valley Pack) (11 page)

              “I thought I’d never see you again.” Maddox hugged Katrina, who had already been seen by the healer.  Her split lip was healed, her bruises gone, the aches faded.

              “I knew you’d win.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. 

              They were alone in his room, and the Death Challenge had ended hours ago. It had been so short it had been pretty anti-climactic, actually.

Lula had faced the ultimate penalty for killing Michael, and for her betrayal. Teresa had escaped after the game, and fled – abandoning her two young sons, who would be raised by their grandparents in the Mordhaus pack. Despite Katrina’s pleas, there was a kill on sight order for her. Katrina knew she deserved it for her treachery, but she didn’t want Teresa to actually be executed.

              “Are you sure you’re okay?” Maddox asked, standing back and looking over her anxiously. “We can call the healer back if you need more. You’re completely healed”

              “Well, mostly.” She tipped back her head and smiled at him. “But you know, it might be a good idea for you to kiss me and make it better.”

              He bent down and brushed his lips against hers, and she caught her breath.

              “Is that better?” he asked.

              “It’s a start.”

              He gave a slow, feral grin that made Katrina’s pussy tingle and her toes curl. Then he swept her into his arms, snatching her up as though she weighed nothing, and dumped her unceremoniously in the middle of the bed. He started stripping off his clothes, his eyes intent on her the whole time.

              Katrina’s mouth watered as he exposed smooth golden skin. The muscles in his arms and chest flexed with every deft, decisive movement, and when he pushed his jeans down over his thighs, his cock was already erect and ready.

              Katrina lost no time in following suit, wriggling out of her clothes, sending bra and panties flying, and she was naked as she watched him stalking towards her, his expression predatory. He wore nothing but a proud, possessive grin.

              “I feel better already,” she said breathlessly.

              Maddox crawled towards her on the bed, taking his time, and she sighed happily as he ran a hand up her calf, placed a kiss on the back of her knee.  She spread her thighs and he dropped little kisses on the hot flesh as he worked his way up her body, dipped his tongue into her navel, briefly suckled on a pebbled nipple. Then he settled himself on top of her and kissed her. In contrast to the power of the man, it was soft and sweet. Exploratory. His tongue fluttered against hers. He cupped her face gently in his large hands.

              Katrina quivered with pleasure; with a slow, sensual burn. Then Maddox rolled them over, so that she was lying on top of him, and gave her that feral grin again. “I’ve shown everyone that you’re mine,” he said. His gaze was intense; Katrina couldn’t have looked away even if she’d wanted to. “Roman, the Elders, my pack – everyone. Now show me that I’m yours.” And deep in his eyes, there was the faintest flicker of uncertainty.

              And she understood. An Alpha — a true Alpha — was strong. He fought. He protected. He sacrificed. And he could never show weakness. But there was one place where he could be vulnerable. Where he could trust that he wouldn’t be challenged. Where he could stop fighting. And that was with his Mate.

              She kissed him. She poured everything she felt into it. Love. Want. Wonder that he wanted her too. His lips parted on a silent sigh and she flicked her tongue against his; invading, teasing. She straddled him and rose above him, drinking in the sight of him. He gave a crooked smile, and she gently brushed his hair away from his face.

              She ran her hands over the firm planes of his chest, and he gave a low whimper and allowed his eyes to drift closed when she tweaked his nipple between thumb and forefinger. The muscles of his belly twitched as she trailed her fingers over the hot flesh, and he groaned when she took his cock in her hand and positioned it against her slick opening.

              Her pussy was already drenched from the heady sensation of power it gave her to have this man submit to her; hand over his hard-won control to her. Her nipples were taut little beads of desire, and she played with one, rolling it between her thumb and finger, watching as Maddox’s pupils dilated and his breathing quickened. She could tell he was desperate to plunge inside her, but he lay still, trembling slightly with want and restraint.

              Then, achingly slowly, she sank down onto his rigid member, inch by tortuous inch. Maddox groaned, long and low, and clasped her hips in his hands, hard enough to leave bruises. His chest rose and fell with labored effort as he struggled for control.

              And then he was all the way inside her, seated to the hilt. Katrina felt full. Complete. Her pussy clenched around him as a wave of possessive arousal washed over her, and she began to move, slowly at first, until she found a rolling rhythm that built in wave after wave of electric sensation.

              Maddox moaned and ran his hands up to cup her breasts, kneading the soft flesh. Katrina gasped and tilted her head back, allowing the frissons of pleasure to run through her from her scalp to the tips of her toes. She felt loved. Powerful. Like an Alpha’s mate.

              She increased her pace, her pussy clenching as Maddox growled and began to move beneath her, thrusting in counterpoint to her movements, joining in the dance. His swollen length moved in and out of her slick folds, and a sweet pressure started to build in her belly and thighs. She whimpered at the intensity of the sensation, then she put her hands over his heart, continuing to work her hips against him. Voice husky, she said, “You’re mine, Maddox. Mine.”

              Then she leaned down and kissed him with every ounce of the passion she felt for him, claiming his lips, which opened greedily to hers. Maddox wrapped his arms around her and they tangled together, lips and limbs and the unbearably sweet spiraling sensations of orgasm.

              Katrina moaned helplessly against his mouth as she came, and Maddox tumbled over the edge with her, his arms like bands of steel around her, his heart beating frantically against hers. For blissful moments, she hardly knew where she ended and he began.

              “Yours,” he whispered gratefully. “Yours.”

“I’m going to be a flower girl, I’m going to be a flower girl!” Heather twirled around, her dress billowing around her.

Katrina and Maddox stood on the common, enjoying the glorious autumn weather. It was September, and there was a faint, delicious chill in the air. 

              Caroline and Peony and a dozen other women were gathered at the picnic table where Katrina had first met them – planning out the details of Maddox and Katrina’s wedding.  Peony’s wedding had gone off without a hitch, and now her stomach was gently swelling.

              Heather danced over to their table. “I’m going to be a flower girl! See me spin!” she sang, spinning in circles. “What is a flower girl, anyway? Ooh, I’m dizzy.” She settled down next to Peony.

              “Heather will be the best big sister ever when we have cubs, don’t you think?” Katrina said, squeezing Maddox’s hand.

“Cubs.” Maddox’s eyes lit up. “Do you know something that I don’t?” he asked hopefully.

“No, not yet, you goon. I think we should wait one year – and then start doing it like bunnies on every full moon until I have a bun growing in the oven. What do you think?”

“I think I love you.” He pulled her to him.

“You think?” She punched his arm.

“I know I love you, you crazy she-wolf.”

“You should. I’m incredible.” She glanced at the women gathered around the table and let out a sigh. “I do wish my father were alive to walk me down the aisle. For that matter, I wish my mother hadn’t stabbed me in the back to the point where I don’t even want to talk to her. She’s still moaning about the utter disgrace of me not allowing her at our wedding.”

“You were generous to have spared her life.” Maddox scowled.

Katrina shuddered. “I could never have ordered her killed. Frankly, the social disgrace is punishment enough.  All of her friends were just like her, a bunch of shallow, image-obsessed social climbers, and now that the truth came out about Roman she’s been ostracized.”

“Serves her right. But let’s concentrate on the good stuff.  Heather’s safe and happy.  Our packs are starting to actually talk to each other. And I’m going to marry the most beautiful wolf in the world.” He flashed a wicked grin at her.  “Hey, I have an idea.”

“What’s your idea?”

He leaned down and nipped her ear. “How about we go back to our room and play a little game of hostage and captive?”

“I like your ideas,” Katrina said, grabbing his hand and leading the way.

The End

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