The Wayward Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance)

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Author: Joanna Wilson
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been howling for.
     
    I flattened my palms against the plaster and pushed back against him. I whined low in my throat, scratching at the wall when he grew bigger.
     
    “Come for me.” Redthorn growled against my neck, fangs rubbing against the sensitive vein there.
     
    For a second I wondered if he would bite me, mark me, and claim me as his. I had never wanted to be claimed, never thought of mating. While all the females in my pack were going through the change and looking at every male wolf in assessment, I had been training my ass off.
     
    Even after I had sex for the first time, I never felt the need to mate with the wolf. I didn't wanted him for a mate, just a sex friend. I had liked him, had fun with him, but that had been the extent of our relationship.
     
    Forever was a long time to be with someone, souls, thoughts, bodies locked forever. The thought had never crossed my mind, but with Redthorn I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it. What would it be like to be his mate? Would it be this consuming, this intense? Would our pups look like mini Viking, or more like me?
     
    “I don’t think you heard me, little wolf.” Redthorn thrust up, and I bit my lip on a gasp. “Come for me!”
     
    I couldn’t help but obey him, couldn’t help but tumble into the abyss. It felt so right, with him inside of me, that I couldn’t help but give him everything.
     
    But Redthorn never relented, never allowed me a moment to catch my breath. My legs started to shake and before they could give way he’d pulled out and scooped me up.
     
    I felt the edge of the bed as he laid me down and positioned my ankles on his shoulder. “Next time you’re going to scream my name.” Redthorn growled, and I looked up to see gold eyes, harsh fangs, and clawed hands.
     
    “How are you able—?” I whispered voice hoarse.
     
    I never finished because he was suddenly back inside. My head snapped back and I screamed. He felt different, hotter if that was possible. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge and bump and dip as he thrust savagely into me.
     
    Still, a part of me recognized the power he kept on a tight leash, a power just beneath his skin that he controlled with brutal efficiency. I had no doubt I’d be sore with a couple bruises in the morning, but I also know he’d never hurt me. Instinctively I knew that as intense as this was, I wasn’t in pain. I wasn’t being hurt. If anything, I was being claimed.
     
    I felt a sharp sting on my inner thigh before Redthorn ground his pelvis against me, stroking against my swollen, sensitized clit and I was hurdling into another orgasm, this one even more powerful. I felt the scream in my chest, bubbling up my throat a freeing from my lips.
     
    Redthorn chuckled low and swiped his tongue against my inner thigh; “Music to my ears.”
     
     
    ***
     
     
    I woke up naked, alone, with my phone ringing off the hook.
     
    “Hello?” I asked groggily and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
     
    “You told me to wake you when he started to move.” It was Nadine, the other knight whom I recruited for the mission.
     
    I flopped back on the bed and closed my eyes for a minute. God, I wanted to sleep! I wanted to crawl back into the cotton sheets, cover up, and sleep forever. I didn’t care that Redthorn was on the move or that Nadine was tracking him. Sleep was the only thing on my mind.
     
    “Jade!” Nadine yelled over the phone, startling me.
     
    “What?” I growled, ready to reach through the phone and choke my friend.
     
    There was a long pause, and I realized that Nadine had just been following my orders and I was just being bitchy because I was sore and tired.
     
    Sighing loudly, I swung my legs over and forced myself out of bed. “Sorry, Nay, I’ve had a long night—”
     
    “I heard,” she interrupted.
     
    Cursing myself, I walked out into the living room and grabbed my ceramic knife off the table. The transmitter was no smaller than a dime. No doubt

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