The Alpha’s Tempting Mate

Kylie

Jackson kneels between my legs. His body is even more incredible than I imagined-cut from solid muscle. His chest is covered in dark curls, and his cock… sizable.

He nudges my entrance with the sheathed tip of his cock and I arch, pleasure spiraling out, inner thighs trembling with anticipation. He’s breathing harder than normal, but he goes slow, easing into me, even though he already plowed the path open.

There’s no pain this time, only satisfaction. He fills me, holds still for me to adjust. I lift my hips impatiently. Not fragile, buddy. I need this. I deserve it.

Jackson groans and climbs over me, leaning his weight on his fist beside my head.

He’s huge, looming over me.

Before I can control my reaction, I stiffen and lurch away from him, needing to see the exit.

Still buried inside me, he rolls our bodies so I end up on top. I suck in a breath, my muscles relaxing.

He shows me his open palms as if to prove he doesn’t have a weapon, then he shoves them under his butt. “You’re in control, kitten.”

I nibble my lip because he’s made it plain he likes to be the one in charge. And I love his dominance. I just can’t stand being crowded. Still, riding him feels good, and my hips start moving of their own accord, rocking over his huge, hard manhood. I tip my pelvis forward to grind my clit down over him, rubbing harder and faster.

His lips peel back from his teeth, and he squeezes his eyes shut, breath dragging in and out audibly.

A surge of power rockets through me, knowing I’m affecting him so much. It spurs me on. I slide up and down faster, my tits bouncing over his chest. I dig my nails into his shoulders, taking him deeper.

“Fuck, kitten. Fuck,” he roars. His face contorts. His hands fly free of his self-imposed position and grasp my hips. I’m grateful for him to take over because my muscles are shaking, straining for release.

He yanks me over his cock, up and down, and then he shouts, his hips lifting off the bed, carrying me with him, even as he holds me to angle deeper than I thought possible.

I cry out, too, muscles contracting around his enormous cock, milking it for all it’s worth in a pumping motion beyond my control.

Out of breath, trembling, I fall down over him, molding my body to his, nuzzling his neck.

He wraps his strong arms around me and holds me tight. This time, there’s no fear. Only platinum satisfaction.

“Kiss me, baby.”

I turn my head, and he captures my mouth, kissing me aggressively, letting me feel teeth and tongue, owning me.

Yes. That’s what I like. Jackson in control.

It brings back that sense of home. Belonging.

His cock swells inside me. Lordy. Is he really ready for round two already?

He groans. “You’d better get off me, kitten, or I’ll be throwing you on your back and fucking you into oblivion. And you’re probably already sore.”

I am. I ease off him, checking out his cock to see it’s still just as big. “Jackson?”

He reaches down to grip it and surges up, meeting my eyes. “The condom came off!”

I flush, like I’ve done something wrong. I’m not stupid. I’ve read Cosmo. I know it happens. I also know I’m now at risk of pregnancy.

Jackson takes charge, pressing my hips to the bed and delving his fingers inside. Holy embarrassing moment, batman. He retrieves the condom. “Shit. I’m sorry, baby.”

“It was probably my fault,” I mumble, attempting to roll away.

He catches my hip and rolls me back to face him. “Hey. I’m in this with you. Whatever happens. I wouldn’t be sorry if you had my pup.”

My heart pounds, but I snort. “Pup?”

“Kitten,” he amends quickly. “I’d love for you to give me a little kitten-girl.” He gives me a devastating smile.

I roll my eyes. At least he didn’t say, “I’ll pay for your abortion” or freak out. But yeah, this is all too much to absorb. I just had sex for the first time. Twice, because the first time was an aborted mission. Then a rubber gets lost in my hooch. And now I could be knocked up by none other than the guy I’ve been lusting after since I was a teen. Oh, and I may be on the run from the FBI.

If I could just grab a breather and more than a couple of hours of sleep, I’d probably be able to deal.

Kylie

I’ve never slept with a man in my life before now. I had no idea how incredibly wonderful it would be. The rightness of being nestled against a man’s body-not just any man’s, but Jackson King’s body-with his heavy arm draped over my waist. How safe and comfortable I’d feel.

I don’t want this impossible, short-lived romance to end. But reality calls. I’m wanted by the FBI for robbing my new lover’s company. So, yeah, hiding out at his house isn’t going to work for long.

The first rays of light illuminate the windows. Jackson’s cock twitches against my backside, sending a fresh kick of lust shooting through me.

I wonder if he’s into morning sex because I totally am. Yeah, I was a virgin until yesterday, but morning is my masturbation time.

I push my ass against his manhood, and his cock responds by lengthening, sliding between my thighs. Jackson’s large hand coasts up my side and palms my breast. He pumps his hips, fucking the gap between my legs and running his hard length along my slit.

“Mmm, kitten. Is this pussy wet for me again?” He rolls my nipple between his two fingers.

It would seem so.

He pinches my nipple, and I writhe in surprise at the pain.

I reach between my legs to pull his cock tight against my core. A slow undulation of my hips grinds my clit over it.

He groans and bites my ear. “You want me inside you, baby? You need me to fuck you awake this morning?”

“Yeah,” I rasp. I adjust my hips and angle his cock at my entrance.

“Fuck, baby, I don’t have a-.” He slides into me. I shudder with pleasure, my muscles clenching around his cock.

A condom. Oh yeah.

“Oops,” I say.

Jackson’s breath rate increases, and he holds my hip, thrusting deep into my channel. I know I should stop him, tell him to get the condom, but it feels. So. Good.

“Pull out before you come,” I tell him.

He makes a pained sound. “I’ll stop now,” he says, but continues plowing into me with cruel, delicious force. His grip on my hip is bruise-worthy; his loins slap against my ass.

“Jackson-” I gasp.

He shoves me onto my belly and mounts me from behind, capturing my wrists above my head.

Thankfully, the claustrophobia doesn’t kick in. Maybe because the view in front of me isn’t blocked. I lift my ass to him, loving the new angle, wanting more, wanting everything. Every position, every variation, every rhythm.

An eerie, animalistic growl erupts from Jackson, and I twist to look over my shoulder.

And scream.

I scream at the top of my lungs, and I don’t stop screaming.

Because Jackson is a fucking vampire. Fangs have punched out, and his eyes are ice-blue. Ice-blue. Not green at all. And the sound he’s making isn’t human. He’s going to bite me and turn me into a vampire. I feel like I’ve tumbled straight into a horror movie.

Like the claustrophobia, my terror is a living thing. No thought, just pure adrenaline-fueled fear.

Thankfully, my scream surprises him, and he pulls back enough for me to scramble out from under him. I grab my clothes from the floor and run downstairs stark naked. Barefoot.

I fly out the back door, pulling my shirt over my head as I run. I thought it would exit into the garage, but I must’ve been confused-I’m out in the desert that leads straight to the foothills. I hear Jackson calling behind me, so I bolt straight up the foothills toward the mountain.

“Kylie!” Jackson shouts. He’s outside, and he sounds furious.

I realize now, they’d been trying to warn me off. He and Sam both said he couldn’t be with me. Why hadn’t I listened? I stop long enough to yank my jean skirt on and keep running. I’m not going to make it far without shoes. It’s all rock and cactus, and my feet are already bruised. I turn to look over my shoulder, but I don’t see Jackson following.

Thank God. Maybe he went back in to get dressed. Then an enormous shape bounds up the hill. A silver wolf. And it’s coming straight for me.

Oh Jesus. Jackson’s not a vampire. He’s a wolf.

I can’t decide if that’s better or worse. Do werewolves infect you with their bite and turn you into one, too? Or is that vampires? No, vampires drain your blood. So, yeah. Werewolves infect. I still feel like I’m stuck in that horror movie, only it’s becoming campier.