Niall is alpha of the Mystic Wolves. His life revolved around protecting his pack and son Nolan. He planned to do this alone until finding an injured woman who stirred more than just his lust.
When Alaina Strop woke in the tattooed arms of a strange wolf shifter, all she could think of was getting closer. Having no memory was a small thing compared to the feelings she had for the growling man. Before she could give her mind and body to him, she needed to find out who she was, and be sure she didn’t belong to another. Though deep in her soul, she knew she was Niall’s.
Danger came to Mystic as Alaina’s memory returned and her father came to claim her for another wolf. But Niall, the big bad alpha, had found his perfect wolf, and wasn’t about to let her go, no matter the cost.
“Don’t look at me like that or I’ll have you and me both stripped in less than sixty seconds.”
She opened her mouth to tell him she had no clue what he was talking about, then she remembered werewolves could not only smell a lie, but arousal.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she said.
He nodded, but gave her space to get up, offering her his hand. She didn’t think it was smart to refuse his help with his wolf so close to the surface. Her palm was swallowed up by his much larger one, yet they fit together. She released him almost immediately.
“I’ll just be a few minutes.” She stepped around him. Her borrowed sweats held up by one hand as she made her way into the large master bathroom, shutting the door for some much needed privacy. “Keep your hands to yourself woman, or you’ll be getting screwed six ways to Sunday without knowing if you’re a card carrying member of the V-club,” she mumbled under her breath. She looked at her appearance in the mirror after using the facilities. The woman staring back at her didn’t jar her memories. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, a straight nose that clearly had never been broken, and a face that would be considered pretty by many.
She noticed her own clothes had been placed on the counter. The silk thong, and somewhat matching bra had heat blooming in her tan face. With a shrug, she pulled his white T-shirt off, followed by the too large sweats. They still held a hint of his unique fragrance, a tinge of patchouli and citrus and all Niall. Standing naked, holding a strangers clothing like a lovesick fool, she felt like an idiot. She tossed the clothes in the hamper, shaking off the need to inhale his scent one last time.
Pulling the panties and jeans on, she realized her shirt was clean but had rips and holes in all the wrong places. “Obviously, this material doesn’t do well after falling down a cliff, and then being washed and dried.”
She pulled her hair into a messy bun, brushed her teeth with the toothbrush Niall was kind enough to leave out, still new in the package, which made her wonder how many overnight guests he had. She looked at the dirty clothes basket, contemplating pulling out the shirt she’d worn to bed, then thought she’d just ask him for another one to borrow. Mind made up, she stepped out of the bathroom.
Niall had his back to her. He’d dressed in a pair of jeans that hung low on his hips with a leather belt. A chain attached to his wallet disappeared around the front, with a black T-shirt with the word Chaps on top and a motorcycle in the middle. The tight fit of the shirt molded to his muscles, which tensed as soon as she opened the door.
She cleared her throat. “Can I borrow another shirt? I’m afraid this one is playing peek-a-boo with my boobs.”
He turned to look over one shoulder. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
“No clue what you’re talking about, but I really can’t go out like this.” She indicated the shirt she had on.” The bra said thirty-four double D, and that was without padding. She’d guess her age to be mid-twenties to late twenties at the oldest. Her girls were definitely real, and firm. The strategic rips and holes in the once cute top were showing off the pink and black lace bra, making her comment abundantly clear.
His growl didn’t scare her, quite the opposite, a fact his sensitive nose was sure to smell.
He stomped around her, coming back with another black shirt similar to the one he had on. “Here, put this on.”
“Yes, sir. Do you want to turn your back, go in the other room, or watch?” The imp in her couldn’t resist teasing him.
Niall still held the shirt in his hand, but instead of handing it to her he draped it over his shoulder. “Baby, you play with fire, you are bound to get burned.”
He didn’t let her finish, his hand ripped the already ruined shirt in half. “So damn beautiful.” His head bent, suckling her through the lace cups.
She was pretty sure she was going to come right then and there. His hands came up and held her by the ribs, bringing her up to his much higher level. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back.
He pulled the cups of her bra down, exposing her nipples. His mouth switched to the other breast, tongue teasing the tip before he nipped with his teeth. The sensation went straight to her clit, sending her closer to the edge. He brought his hand under her ass, the other around her back supporting her, pushing her pelvis into his groin. Whimpers escaped her throat as he continued to suck and bite on her left breast. So close, was the litany running through her mind.
Niall trailed wet kisses to her right nipple, biting down harder on the tip, sending her careening into a hard and fast orgasm. She yelled out his name, holding his head against her, wishing he was inside her.
His rumbling growl reverberated against her.
She loved the way his arms wrapped around her, holding her like she was precious.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t…” Niall began.
Tugging on his hair, she covered his mouth with her own. He claimed her like she did him, taking his mouth in a deep, endless, soul searing possession. Mine. Mate.
She wasn’t sure who was speaking in her mind, but the words made her pull back.
“No regrets.” She bit his lip, making him bleed a little. The sweet coppery taste was like an elixir she wanted more of. “That’s going to be my tattoo.”
He nodded. “Let’s get going. Hopefully we can find some clues.”
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Without hesitation he went to her, uncaring of what tomorrow might bring. He needed to reassure himself that she was here, that she was okay and that she was his.
Heat burst through his veins at the first touch of his lips on hers, careful of her split lip. He walked her backward until they reached his Camaro, and lifting her easily he placed her on the hood without breaking their kiss.
Her legs wrapped around him, trembling even as they pulled him in closer to her. She moaned, ripping at the ends of his shirt trying to tug it off.
God, he needed inside her. “Do you like these pants,” he asked between clenched teeth.
A pretty pink flush covered her face. “Yes. Don’t you?”
He was quickly losing the ability to focus on anything other than the need to get her naked. “I knew you were going to say that.” Moving back a couple inches he stripped her top and his, baring her gorgeous breasts covered in a matching grey lace bra. She lifted herself up, allowing him to pull the stretchy leather-like leggings from her legs, taking her panties with them. Her fuck-me boots had fallen off sometime during their short walk, which he was grateful for. Unsnapping the last article of clothing she had on, he let it drop to join the pile on the hood of his car.
His dick was so hard when he stepped back into the vee of her thighs. She locked her legs back around him and he could smell her arousal.
The urgent need to mate with Alaina was tempered by the knowledge she was unaware of his nature. Niall swore he’d love her so good she’d accept all of him. He brought his hands up to her breasts, cupping and massaging, his fingers tugging on her nipples until they were hard little points.
She ground against his cock, leaving behind evidence of her desire on the denim. Her fingers moved between them, unsnapping the button and releasing the zipper in an excruciating slow slide. He growled a low warning, letting her know he was close to the edge.
“I’m just being careful not to injure you here,” she murmured, brown eyes laughing up at him.
He tweaked her nipples a little harder, more of her orange blossom and ginger scent flooded the air attesting to her excitement. “Me too.” His voice was gravelly with need. “I think I’m in need of something to eat, and you are just the treat I need.”
Pulling her to the edge of the car, he dropped to his knees and with her legs over his shoulders, Niall licked Alaina like a favorite treat. He loved hearing her scream out his name as he plunged his tongue in deeply and drew more of her sweet flavor into his mouth. He found himself growling, more wolf than man as he devoured everything she gave. Taking little nips of her inner thighs, he licked and sucked until she was thrashing, her breaths coming in ragged little gasps as her orgasm crashed over her.
Only then did he stand and force her head back with one hand in her gorgeous brown hair. “Alaina, look at me. Watch me while I take you.” He held his rock hard erection in one hand.
Her breasts heaved with her exhalations, but she complied, looking at him. She moaned as he slowly entered, her pussy rippling along his shaft, making him groan.
“Oh, fuck. I don’t think…shit, don’t move.” Niall tried to still her hips from moving up to meet him. He loved how responsive she was, how her body seemed to be made just for his. He pulled back and plunged deep, kissed his way to where her neck and shoulder met and bit down just hard enough to hold her in place. She cried out, screamed, jerked upwards and rotated her hips. Her arms came up, locking around his neck and held him to her. Small teeth, sharper than he’d have thought, bit into his neck, making his wolf howl.
There was something magical happening, but Niall couldn’t think past the roaring in his head as his orgasm began. He let it take him, let his control slip, excited in the ability she had to make him, the alpha, lose all control. He felt her body clamp down on him, her pussy milking, squeezing, and taking everything his had to offer.
The orgasm ripped through them both, her passion filled cries overflowed his mind with pure love and joy. Niall’s mind and heart sang with love that he savored. Ecstasy unlike any he’d ever known shook him to the core, and instantly he felt guilty.
Very slowly he unlocked her legs from around his hips, and slipped from her body. She had a wondrous smile on her face that made him want to bend over and kiss her. The fact he’d put the look on her face, made him want to wrap her up in his arms, and take her inside and do it all over again.
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