Behind The Alpha Series Book 1 Quinn

PAISLEY

“Wait. You played high school football. You.” I laugh as I put a piece of popcorn in my mouth.

He grabs a handful and smiles. “Yeah. Why’s that so hard to believe?”

“First of all, you’re super smart.” She tilts her head to me.

He shakes his head. “A lot of football players are smart. It’s a stereotype to claim that a football player needs to be dumb.”

“You’re right.” I grab more popcorn. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. It’s just, I can’t see you tossing around the old pigskin.” I toss some in my mouth.

“Well, I did. Plus a lot more.” He tilts his head to me.

We’re on the floor of my living room. The evidence of the Lycan killer is spread all over my floor.

He picks up a photo. “See. This isn’t a large Lycan or at least they didn’t make themselves large.”

“So, this guy couldn’t have done it?” I pull out a picture of Liam.

“No. His mouth is too large. The bite pattern doesn’t match.” He says.

I wipe my hands and sit up. “So you never said what turned you on to this case?”

“Just something I remembered…from the attack. Something that didn’t sit right.” He says.

“Like what?” I ask.

“Ok.” He props up a leg and turns to me. “A Lycan has two goals.” He holds up two fingers in front of my face then puts one finger down. “One, is to breed the queen. He will fight his way to the top for that chance and there’s lots of males to go through.”

He puts his second finger back up. “Second, is to conquer land and plant more queens. The one thing that’s crucial for success, is humans. Lycans can increase their power naturally, but only as much as their genetics will allow. Human blood gives the Lycan the added boost he needs to fight his rivals and succeed. Killing humans is counterproductive for one reason…”

He points to my chest. “If you were looking to take over an area, it’s like a beacon. A blow horn that bellows out FIGHT!” He puts his hand to the side of his mouth and yells and it makes me laugh. He laughs too.

He scoots himself a little closer to me. His legs on either side of mine. “So, if you were my rival and I knew that you felt that call, the last thing I want is to be weaponless.” He leans to closer to me. “The last thing I want is to surrender to you.” He points to my chest again.

“You don’t?” I whisper back. I feel my cheeks heat and my heart sped up.

He moves his but a little closer. “No.” he shakes his head. “But if I’m powerless and you hold all the power to beat me, I have no choice.”

“No choice at all?” I breathe as I sit up straight and shake my head. My eyes are studying his body language.

He closes the gap between our faces and my heat really starts to rise. My arousal is starting to get the better of me. “Absolutely none.” He whispers. “I’m done. You beat me.” His lips graze mine.

“I did?” I swallow and my eyelids fall to slits as I fall to his the desire building in me.

He nods slowly. “Yes.” He pants quietly as my lips start to part on his.

He grabs the back of my head and his lips engulf mine. I make a mmph sound as his tongue finds mine. I grip his arms and my heart stops. My skin feels like an electrical storm of tingles.

I slide my hand to the back of his head and into his hair. His scent fills me and his passion creates a hunger in me that I need satisfying now.

His hand threads into my hair and he fists it. His delicate lips slide around mine as our tongues dance.

I whimper out a moan on his soft lips and my middle heats. My heart is racing and my body is heating up.

I slide my hands down his shoulders and pull his jacket down. He’s not running from me now. I run my fingers down his hard chest and look for the hem of his tshirt.

He pulls off his jacket and pulls me into his lap. He breaks the kiss and kisses my neck. I find his hem and my hands slide under it. I’ve wanted to feel his skin for so long.

His hands glide up my back to my hair, he grips it and pulls my head back and his lips run all over my skin. I can barely breathe, it feels so good.

I start to lift his shirt up and he breaks the kiss. His eyes meet mine. He smiles and reaches back, pulling it off.

My hands explore his firm, well built chest. My face is soft and he watches me touch his abs and stomach.

I feel his fingers find the hem of my shirt and I lift my arms.

He pulls it off and my hair falls all over in front of my face. I giggle and he laughs.

He finds my lips in my hair and kisses me deep, pulling me to his chest. He’s so warm and strong. I could sit here in them forever.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers on my lips.

“So are you.” I whisper back.

He takes off my bra and cups my chest. He hooks an arm around my waist with one arm and he pulls my head back with the other one. His lips kiss and lick down to my nipples. He nibbles on each one before kissing back up to my mouth.

“Yes…” I pant.

He kisses back up and circles his lips on mine. “Can I have you?”

It shocked me a bit. No one’s ever asked me that before. I cup his cheeks and look into his eyes. I give a little smile. “Can I have you?” I ask back.

He bites his bottom lip in a smile. “Yes.” He grins.

I grin too and kiss him hard.

His hands slide down my back and they push down my pants with my panties. I slip my legs out and I reach down and pop the button on his jeans. He pulls off his boots and wiggles out of his jeans with his boxers.

I look down and see his solid election free. I press my lips together and meet his eyes. He huffs a laugh and pulls me to his lips.

My wolf is purring loud in my chest.

He pulls me into him and the apex of my thighs hit his shaft and he lets out a little groan.

He slips a hand between my legs and his fingers find my slit. His thumb slides up and down, spreading my wetness as he hooks a finger in my entrance, pumping it, slowly in and out.

My arms are folded on his huge chest. He’s holding me to him with his other arm.

“Yess…” I moan as his fingers send shivers through me. “Just like…oh God.” Me head is rolled back as he watches my face.

He speeds up, rubbing my clit harder and I feel myself get even wetter.

“Yesss! Quinn!” I moan louder.

“My gorgeous red wolf. You’re so wet.” He growls quietly.

My thighs shake with my ever building orgasm. I flop forward and put my head on his shoulder. “Yess! God please.”

His thumb pressed harder and moved its circles faster.

“QUINN!” I bit into his shoulder and he growls.

I scream as I come on his finger. My nails dig into chest as he continues to make me shake. My pussy throbs.

Without missing a beat, he pulls his finger out and fists himself. He lines up with my entrance and he pushes his hard gigantic self into my already throbbing pussy.

“OH GOD!!” I growl into his skin. My body explodes in pleasure and fire. His arms wrap around me and I start to take his shaft all the way into me. I’m whimpering and moaning as I ride his length.

“YES, QUINN!” I scream.

He’s thrusting up into me. “Paisley you feel so good.” He grinds in my ear. “Come for me again, baby.”

I lean back and ride him harder. “Yes…Yes…Yes…GOD, YES!”

“That’s it baby...Yes, Paisley…” He holds my ass as he leans on the floor with his other hand. His hips buck up and he’s slamming my thighs.

I hold his neck and I feel myself tighten. “Quinn...” I pant out a whine as my orgasm crests. “I’m…I’m gonna…”

He clenches his teeth. “Damn, baby. Come. You’re so amazing!” He speeds up his hips and I ride even harder.

My climax explodes. My head flies back. “YESSS!!”

“Paisley I’m coming too!” He grips my ass hard and I feel him swell. “FUCK!!” He growls and grunts out his release into me. Hitting me so hard.

I’m still screaming when he pulls me into his chest and pumps his last few strokes.

We’re both panting and our hearts are racing seemingly at the same rhythm.

He pulls my head back and kisses me. He wipes the sweat off my forehead.

He pulls back. “Where’s your bedroom?”

“Second on the right.” I whisper.

He kisses my lips again. “Arms and legs.”

I wrap my arms and legs around him and he picks me up and stands.

He shoves his tongue down my throat and walks to my room. Without stopping the kiss he opens the door, carries me in and kicks it closed.

****

“Paisley…”

I groan, take my pillow and cover my eyes from the bright, glowing sun coming in from my window.

“Ok. I guess I’m eating this bacon all myself.” I feel a weight on the bed and my eye shoots open.

“Did you say bacon?”

“Yep.” He says popping the ‘p'.

“As in breakfast in bed?”

I can smell it and stomach growls.

“Not for you because you’re hiding from me.” I hear a crunch and he’s chewing.

I pull my head out fast and he had a bed tray table with two plates of bacon and eggs, juice and…is that?

“Flowers?” My brows cinch up and my lips fall.

“Yeah. I mean they’re convenience store carnations, but it’s all I could get at 7 in the morning.” He smiles and picks up a piece of egg and feeds it to me.

At first, my head was swimming with this fantasy come true then I couldn’t breathe.

I sat up and held my chest. “No…No, I can’t….”

“Paisley?” He looked confused.

“Nope…No.No.No…” I scrambled off my bed and ran to my bathroom and locked the door.

“Paisley!’

I try to catch my breathe as I slide down the door to the floor. I pull my knees up and scrub my face to a prayer pose at the tip of my nose. I shake my head. “It can’t be.”

A soft knock came to the door. “Paisley, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Nothing's wrong.” I swallow.

I hear shuffling on the other side of the door.

“Did I do something wrong?” He’s on the floor on the other side.

I turn and lean my shoulder on the door. “No.”

“Then why are you hiding?”

“Because you’re perfect.” I choke.

I hear him chuckle. “You’re hiding from me because I’m perfect?”

“Yes.” I whisper. He is. He's so perfect, it scares the crap out of me.

“Sparky. There’s no scientific basis that would conclude that I’m prefect, ok. Sure, the most attractive people have faces that follow the Fibonacci number. Which is only applicable if your looking for the perfect mate. Everyone still has traits that are imperfect. There’s no documentation that supports a person being absolutely perfect. It’s a matter of how you perceive that person and how your eye takes in the face you’re looking at and compares those traits to your idea of perfection...”

“Quinn?” I interrupt.

“Yeah?”

“You lost me at Sparky.” I pick at the door.

He was quiet.

“I’m scared.” I whisper.

“About what?”

“About you. About what you mean? It’s scary.” My eyes flick to the door.

I hear him touch the door. “Can you let me in and we can talk about it?”

I look up at the lock. I take a moment and unlock it.

Scooting out of the way, I open the door and he’s leaning his shoulder on the frame. He’s so pretty, I don’t deserve it if he’s truly perfect. If he's not, he could really hurt me.

I’ve been down this road before.

I lean my back on the door. “Hi.”

He gently smiles. “Hi.” He sits up and reaches for my hand and I give it to him.

“I'd be lying if this doesn’t scare me too, Paisley. I’ve loved before and it ended badly. I’m afraid, but I know, right now…Right here, I’m not. You think, you can do the same. Just enjoy breakfast with me and not worry about anything else.” His stunning blue eyes lock with mine.

His warm fingers rub my skin as he talked. Just this little gesture made my lips tick up. “Yeah. I can do breakfast.”

“Good.” He stood up. “Come on.”

He grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet then he scooped me up bridal style. I yelped and laughed as he rocked me a bit.

His eyes met mine. “All I want to do is thank you for a fabulous night, ok? Nothing more.”

I nod. “Ok.”

He leans his lips to mine and kisses me. It’s so weird. It’s like he’s in my head. He knows what I’m feeling and knows what I want. What I need. I feel in my gut that there’s something going on, the question is, is my heart strong enough survive it?