The Bearly Controlled Alpha (2 page)

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Logan was having a hard time keeping his animals under control. He had met Honey at the cabin about twenty miles out of Sugar Crest, high in the mountains, isolated from everyone and everything. The cabin itself was a spectacular two-story log structure, and the inside was just as stunning. But the beauty of the home itself was not what drew him up here, but the isolation he craved. Now he had met Honey and his animals wanted her to be with them, to stay here with him and give herself up in every way. He didn’t want a prisoner, didn’t want a woman who wouldn’t be able to give as good as she got. He wanted Honey because he knew exactly how strong she could be. Logan sensed her animal pushing for supremacy, wanting to take control, because that was what she was used to. But he was a dominant male, liked what he liked, and wasn’t going to back down, not even for his mate.

He followed her through the cabin, let her explain the structure and amenities, but his gaze and focus was right on her ass. Damn, that fucking pencil skirt was hugging her like it was painted on. Logan had to reach down and adjust his cock. The fucker was hard and pressing against his zipper.

“Hand-carved solid oak banisters and Italian imported granite…” she said in a soft voice and glanced over her shoulder. “The house was custom built, but after the previous owner lost all of his revenue the house was put on the market.” She sounded so damn breathy that his cock throbbed harder.

Yeah, he couldn’t care less about hand-carved shit or imported counters. He had wanted this place because it was out in the middle of nowhere. The beauty of it was a bonus. But he had paid a pretty good chunk, even if it had been reduced a significant amount because of the length of time it had been for sale.

He watched as she reached out, grabbed the banister, and curled her fingers around the smooth, glossy wood. Then she ascended the stairs and he had a prime, right-in-his-face shot of her ass. Logan could tell she was wearing a thong by the way there was no panty line, and that he could make out the crease of her bottom beneath the smooth material of her skirt. Because she was above him as she climbed the steps he could smell the scent of her wet, aroused pussy, and held in his growl of approval. He had to give her credit; she knew how to keep her composure better then him in this situation.

They stepped onto the upper level and she turned to show him the view of the room below. “An open loft with access to the four bedrooms on the second level, but also a secret stairway from the master bedroom to the living room.” She was holding onto the railing again, looking at him, and he could see the light sprinkling of perspiration on her forehead. She was fighting the arousal, trying to at least. He had a feeling it wasn’t because she didn’t want this, but because she was used to having her way. He knew the type, the ones who were controlling, didn’t know how to submit, and she was like that. But she wouldn’t be for long, because what she didn’t know but would figure out soon enough, was that he was the alpha male, and an over-the-top one at that.

They descended the stairs, stopped at the kitchen, and she placed the folder of paperwork on the granite island. “If you want to look over anything we discussed, everything is in the files.” She slid the folder over to him, looked at Logan, and he watched as her pupils dilated for him. She was so aroused, and the scent of that desire filled this cabin. He grabbed the folder, purposefully touched her fingers, and felt the heat and lust pound through him. He wanted her like a fiend, and he didn’t think his animals would allow him to refrain any longer.

He moved a step closer to her, and she retreated one back. “You’re running from me, female,” Logan said in a deep, husky voice. His animals pushed at the surface and he saw her eyes widen, but not from fear. She liked this, loved that he was chasing her.

“I’m not running. I never run from anything—”

“Except me,
mate
.” The counter stopped her retreat and she glanced behind her for a second. “Tell me you don’t feel this connection, that you aren’t so damn wet right now that your little thong is soaked clean through.” He growled, closed his eyes and inhaled. Of course he knew the truth, and although she was aroused, if she told him she didn’t want this, he’d back away…for now at least. He’d let her run, but he’d chase, and he wouldn’t give up until he had her fully. He couldn’t let her escape this.

She was silent for a moment, and licked those luscious, pink plump lips of hers. She exhaled before speaking again. “You know the answer to that already.”

Yeah he did, but he wanted to hear her say it. Taking one more step toward her, Logan placed his hands on the counter on either side of her body, and brought his face close to hers. They stared at each other, her golden colored gaze watching him intently, holding
him
prisoner. “Say it,” he challenged her.

“I am wet, needy, and it pisses me off, frankly,” she said without hesitation.

He grinned at her stubbornness, and when she moaned out softly, pressed her breasts against his chest, he pushed his erection into the softness of her belly.

“Mr. Teairry, this is highly inappropriate because I am your realtor.” She licked her lips again, a nervous habit he was starting to notice with her.

“Who is going to know?” He looked at her mouth. “Who is going to challenge me, or stop me from claiming my mate?”

“You’re going to claim
your
mate?” she asked with a bit of challenge in her own voice, but he also heard the desire laced in her words.

He lifted the corner of his mouth. “I’m going to have a good fucking time making you submit to me,
mate
. I’m going to get so damn hard making you scream out, claw at my back, and beg me for it deeper and harder,” he said in a fierce voice. “I’m going to fuck you like an animal. You won’t be able to sit comfortably for a week after I get done with you.”

She was silent, maybe processing what he had said, or maybe she was trying to think of a smart-assed retort. But he didn’t give her another second to respond or to act. He grabbed her chin, tilted her head back, and kissed her hard.

The beasts wanted out, wanted to claim their mate right now. But Logan told himself he needed to go slow as well, even if he didn’t want to. Logan liked the rough kind of sex, the kind where he had a female’s hands pinned to the base of her spine, pushed the hair off of her shoulder so he could see the long, smooth column of throat, and plunge his dick into her tight, warm heat of her pussy. But this would be different. This would be
claiming
his mate, the one woman born to be his. And she was his female, irrevocably.

“This is fast, wild,” she said with a wide-eyed gaze.

“Yeah,” was all he said, because he was more animal than human right now, and he knew that if he didn’t fuck her, he at least had to taste her. Lowering his head to her throat, he inhaled deeply. When he ran his tongue along her jawline, he groaned at the sweet flavor of her skin. His cock throbbed, and his wolf and bear paced right below the surface of his skin. He was feral, territorial, and wanted to possess every inch of this female until she conceded she was his, and that she always would be.

She pulled back and looked in his face, breathing heavily, her mouth slightly parted. “I’ve never been this wet before,” she said in a low voice. 

A low, needy growl left him, and in a matter of seconds he had her lifted in his arms, turned them around, and had her ass on the island countertop. He was about to eat her alive until she came so fucking hard his ears rang and his animals would be able to sample the cream that would flow from her pussy.

He took a step back and stared at her. Her skirt had risen up, and the majority of her thighs were visible. They were smooth and creamy in color, thick and full, and the fact she wasn’t bothering to pull the material down pleasured him. All he kept thinking about—picturing—was parting her legs and watching as her pussy lips spread wide so he could see her wetness. Logan’s mouth watered when that image slammed into his brain. He reached down and pressed his hand right over his dick, applying pressure and trying to ease the ache in his shaft.

 “The way you’re looking at me is a little frightening,” Honey whispered.

Logan inhaled and smelled her lust. “I’m looking at you because I want to devour you, Honey.” He rubbed his palm up and down his jean-clad cock. “You should be frightened of what I want to do to you.” He took a step closer, ran his hands on her legs, and moaned out low when she didn’t move away from him. Her chest rose and fell harder and faster with each passing second.

He wanted to get fully undressed, but now was not the time. He was going to lick her, suck her sweet little pussy until she creamed all over his face and cried out from coming so fucking hard. Logan saw the way she glance down at his cock, and he gripped himself through the material, let her see that he was stiff because of her. He wasn’t an arrogant bastard but he knew his dick was big, knew that his dual animal genetics had him stronger, taller, more muscular that any other shifter out there, and his cock was no different.

He went for his belt and undid it. Once his button was undone and his zipper was down he took out his dick, showed her what he was working with, and what would be inside of her body sooner rather than later. Was he rushing this along? Maybe, but he had never wanted a female as much as he wanted her. She was his mate, and all common and conscious thoughts left him.

“God,” she breathed out, and he saw the way her nails curled around the counter. She wanted him, was all but throwing off the “fuck me now, Logan” pheromones, and he’d deliver on every damn promise he had given her.

All he wanted to do was focus on this female right in front of him. “Push the skirt up all the way, Honey. Let me see your pretty pussy.” He looked at her face, right in her amber-colored eyes. “Let me see what
my
pussy looks like right before I fucking eat you out and make you come all over my face.” Logan could hear his animals in his voice, deep and growly, and filled with a hell of a lot of possessiveness.

Through her blouse he saw her hardened nipples, saw that they were so fucking erect all he wanted to do was bury his face between her breasts and rub his cheeks on the stiff peaks. She didn’t move for several seconds, and he wondered if she would actually stop this from progressing. But then she reached down, shifted so she could pull her skirt up, and spread her legs for him.

“I’ve never been so blatant before. I’ve never wanted to do this so damn badly.”

He moaned as she spoke, loving that she admitted that to him. He had never done anything this spontaneous and wild before either. But right now he couldn’t control himself. It surprised the hell out of him when she went for the buttons of her blouse and started undoing them. He watched as she gripped the two halves, and pulled them apart. The lacy bra that was revealed was damn near transparent. Her big, round tits and rosy-colored nipples poked through the white material. He grabbed the base of his dick, stroked himself from root to tip, and felt pre-come slip from the tip.

She lowered her gaze to his erection again. “God, you’re big,” she said softly, and flicked her gaze back to his.

“And I’m going to fill you up so much that you feel like you’ll split in two.” He stepped closer. “But not yet. First I’ll make you come with my mouth, then I’ll feed you.” That had her eyebrows lifting. “I want to make sure my female is well fed for before I fuck her into exhaustion.” He heard her sigh, loved that she wasn’t fighting this, and knew that even if she had, he would have waited until she was ready.

“But right now I am nearing the end of my self-control, baby.”

When the two parts of her shirt were out of the way, she reached up, pushed her bra down and over her breasts, and his mouth watered at the sight. “I’m not about to fight this, not about to try and deny that I don’t want you.”

Good, because I have to have you. My wolf and bear have to have you.

“I will say I am not used to having a male control the situation.” She looked down at his dick again, and the fucker jerked for her. “I am the one who is dominant, even if they are the ones doing the fucking.”

Hearing her talk about other males in any fashion had him feeling rage. No one would ever touch her again, and never sample the lushness that was Honey. If they did he’d fucking rip their limbs off and bathe in their blood. Logan didn’t care if it was an extreme thought or reaction. He was an alpha, this was his mate, and no one would come between them.

She looked up at him and swallowed as he moved her hands to cup her breasts. The air left him. He reached out to brace his hand on the counter next to her and watched as his female touched herself for him.

“It feels like I am on some kind of arousal crack,” Honey said between moaning as she tweaked her nipples. “I feel slutty for jumping into this with you.” Her voice held a note of teasing, but it vanished when she groaned out and closed her eyes.

He was in front of her in the next second, had his mouth by her ear, and said, “You can be as slutty as you want, but only for
me
. Only ever for me, Honey.”

When she opened her eyes he glanced down at her breasts. She let go of them and they bounced for a second. Logan couldn’t help himself from continuing to stroke himself from root to tip.

“Watching you touch those big-ass tits makes my dick so fucking hard, and my balls drawn up tight. The need to fill you with my cum so you smell like me, ride me so damn hard I can’t help but want to shift.” He wanted to change, to shift into his animals and claim her the wild, primal way. “Touch yourself again, Honey. I want to see you slip your fingers between your thighs, stroke that tiny, hard little clit of yours, and beg me for my mouth and tongue.” His chest rose and fell violently and he couldn’t help it. “Imagine it’s me touching you, baby.” A drop of pre-come lined the tip of his dick, and he spread it around his head, adding lubrication as he jerked himself off and watched her. He could have easily touched her himself, but watching her do it was a much better visual.