Alpha's Virgin Pup (Puppyville Pack, #2) (7 page)

Cal, owner of Cal’s Calzones, the best sausage calzones in Puppyville, used to be a paramedic. He’s the unofficial pack healer when Ray, our official doctor isn’t around. I’m not able to follow their conversation, but I do catch the words “too much blood” and “only one solution”.

“Sounds like it,” Brick says, looking far too serious for my liking. He cradles me close, and begins stroking my back.

“That’s nice,” I murmured. I should be alarmed I’m beginning to lose feeling in my toes and fingers. That whatever aches my body has sustained during the fight is no longer flaring up. “It’s not too bad going out like this, in the arms of the man I love.”

I realize a second too late I said the words out loud. Since I only have a couple of minutes left, I figure Brick has to forgive me. A rumbling howl emerges from Brick’s throat.

“Hell has to freeze over before I let death take you, Bobby Roy. You're mine. Only mine to take,” Brick growls in my ear. “I planned on doing this later, when you’re more comfortable, but we can’t afford to wait. Will you agree to become my mate in an official capacity, Bobby Roy?”

I let out a laugh. Brick looks more alarmed. “Proposing to me when I’m dying?”

“I’m binding your wolf to mine so you won’t die,” Brick explains impatiently.

“Oh.” Then a second later it clicks. I say a little louder, “Oh. Oh my God, Brick.”

Because what Brick is saying is this: he’s about to give me his mating mark. Mating marks are serious business, folks. Very serious. They’re more permanent than any wedding band and contract, because Brick’s going to bind our beasts and souls. No backing out until death.

Oh Lord. I never imagined Brick taking this step. I mean, I only expected to blow his mind, and figured I’ll work on seducing him so he’d fall for me further.

“B
obby?” Brick shakes me gently.

He looks surprised when I latch into him and throw my arms around him. How I found the strength, I never knew. I guess challenging your crush’s ex-lover and sending him packing can convert anyone.

Well, who cares how shallow I sound. I have Brick. I’m not complaining. Those who remain passive will never get their happy endings, because you have to go after them like a bitch in heat. Screw anyone who says you’re too desperate, too sad and pathetic. Who’s gloating now?

“Take me, Brick. Make me yours,” I yell.

There are some chuckles, some frowns, and some secret smiles from the pack. Brick doesn’t ask again. I expose my neck and feel the heat of his mouth against my skin. Brick reaches out between our bodies, and begins gliding his fist up and down my cock. My member springs to life and starts to shamelessly thicken under his expert fingers.

“Oh. You tease,” I whisper.

“I’m not going to lie to you, Bobby. This is going to hurt a bit, so I need to make you feel comfortable.”

“Feel free to spoil me any other day,” I reply.

Brick actually chuckles. “You have to fight to live first, little pup. Fight for you, for us. For our future.”

Oh man. Those words can’t get me hard fast enough. It’s embarrassing everyone is witnessing this, but I can’t lie. It sort of turns me on.

“You secret dirty-minded exhibitionist,” Brick teases.

I moan as he catches my skin with his teeth. Brick nips and sucks, and pumps my cock until I’m close to bursting. This time Brick doesn’t stop me. “Come,” He orders and I go. My back arches. I let out a shuddering breath as waves of pleasure assault my body. Then Brick sinks his teeth home. I groaned as his canines pierce my skin. Brick’s right. It hurts like a bitch, but the pain ebbs as it mixes with my explosive orgasm.

I see both our inner wolves approaching each other. Instead of dancing and meeting, our beasts collide and merge into one pure and blinding form. Then I feel them, all of them, every one of the pack members connected to Brick anchoring us down. A leader defines his crew and that holds true for Brick. He makes us strong and keeps us steady. I add my beast to his, and pour all my wishes and support to his.

Brick releases me, and lets a howl—no, a wolf song that echoes through the space.

Yips turn to growls and I know everyone answers his call. I clutch at his shoulders, panting. Then I realize a second later I’m regaining feeling in my limbs. All the wounds I’ve sustained during the fight are healing at an alarming rate, much faster than any average werewolf. Was this a benefit of the mate mark?

I vaguely feel Cal kneeling beside me, and Brick waits impatiently as he tends to my neck. After plastering the last gauze, Brick tells him to fuck off.

“How do you feel?” Brick asks.

His pupils are dancing golden orbs, filled with possessive want. I can feel Brick’s member pressing intently against my belly and know he wants to have me. Claim me in front of the pack, and I won’t say no. Maybe it’s the bright excited bonds between us, pulsing and eager to celebrate life.

“Good. Real good.” I’m aware I sound like some actor in a porn movie, but Brick gets the hint. I kiss Brick on the lips, hard enough to draw blood, and say, “come at me, handsome.”

Grinning, Brick lays me down on the dirt. “You sure are one of a kind, Bobby Roy.”

“Of course, I’m your mate. I have to stand out.”

I doubt our banter’s going to last long. Soon, instinct’s going to take over and logical thought has to take a back seat. I only need to take one glance around our circle to see other pack members stripping out of their clothes and getting it on with mates, lovers, and other singles.

"This is us. Our doing. Our need projecting to them," I tell Brick and he nods.

"They see you, Bobby Roy. See you and me, and know together we're better. Stronger."

"I know. Shut up and fuck me, alpha. Please," I add to be polite. “Can you like, start undressing? Because I’m feeling awkward here.”

Brick’s grin widens. Knowing I like watching, he strips slowly. Each time he discards a piece, the glint in his gaze becomes more intense. Hungry enough to burn and consume me, but I’ll happily jump into the flames.

“Lube?” I ask. It’s impolite to stare at your mate’s package and lick your lips, but I can’t help myself.
Yummy.

“Right here.” Brick fishes out the tube from his back pocket.

I raise an eyebrow. “You carry that on purpose?”

Brick laughs. “I know you were going to win. After that, we’ll both be hot and horny we’d want to celebrate.”

“You think of everything,” I say fondly. “How do you want me?”

“You’re the victor, baby. You get to pick today,” Brick answers.

“Oh goody.” I rub my palms together.

Brick growls. “Don’t take too long, pup. I’m not particularly patient today.”

“Me on my back. I want to see your face.”

Brick grins. “I have something special too. Bought it on my way to the fight.”

“Excuse me?” I watch as he pulls out the black object from his magical back jeans pocket. My brow furrows. I have trouble believing Brick came so prepared. “You had time to shop...for a sex toy? I mean, you really had faith in me?”

“Of course. I was terrified for you for a moment, but I knew you’d handle yourself just fine.”

I blush. Best compliment ever.

Brick takes position between my legs. The dirt bites into my back. I’m not usually into the whole fucking bareback and naked most werewolves seem to enjoy, but today is different. Today, I feel the primal urges of my wolf. We’re both still high from our victory tour, and things are only about to heat up.

After lubing his fingers, Brick applies a generous amount in my ass, and then slides the dildo in. It’s not that large, but I can feel the toy vibrating and stretching my ass muscles. Groaning, I squirm, but Brick delivers a playful smack on my inner thigh. He lets the dildo do its work and curls his fingers over my shaft.

“What part about this is supposed to be a reward?” I managed. All the sass leaks out from my voice, because I’m breathy and needy. “Brick.”

“Hush. Enjoy this.” Brick glides his fist up and down my tormented length, wrangling more whimpers from me. I become aware of the wicked little toy in me, whirring and stirring the pressure building inside me.

“You bastard,” I panted.

Brick smiles, and then increases his hand movements. I remember his ‘no coming without my permission rule’ and grit my teeth. But gosh. It’s damnably hard. When I think I’m no longer able to keep it in, Brick says, “Come for me, pup.”

Letting out a shuddering breath, I climax. My mind reels and the junkyard falls away from my vision. All I hear is Brick’s tender words. “Good pup.”

“I love you, Brick. So very much, and for a long time now.” Then I struggle to clear my vision, beginning to panic, but Brick lays a firm hand over my belly to keep me down.

“I know. Sorry it took me awhile to notice. If it’s any consolation, you’re making me fall in love with you little by little.”

Fuck. Best answer I can ever hope to get. “Oh yeah? Like what you see?”

“All of you.” Brick lifts my legs over his shoulders. “Now shut up and let me claim what’s mine.”

“You like my mouth,” I remind him.

“I have other uses for that mouth of yours.” Brick pulls out the toy and replaces it with his own member. He nudges his cock head into my waiting hole, not meeting any resistance. Brick blankets his body over mine and I wrap my arms around his neck. He doesn’t complain when I sink my teeth into his shoulder. Brick sinks in hilt-deep, and stays inside me for a couple of seconds before beginning to move.

I moan as he begins to ride me fast and hard like I begged him to. Our wolves fuse and merge, a perfect fit, and through us, I feel the other pack members connected to us. They pulse around us like tiny fires, but we’re the brightest light yet. Brick grunts, shifts his hips and hits my sweet spot.

Eyes widening, I gasp, but Brick closes his lips over mine. Heat courses down my body. Sends jolts right through my chest and thickening groin. Brick increase his rhythm, aiming for my prostate repeatedly.

“Brick,” I whisper. He locks his gaze into mine, his mouth a warm vacuum against my neck. I sink my fingernails into the muscles of his back, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Brick thrusts into me one last time and the pressure inside me cracks open. I whimper, fingers digging into his skin. Waves of pleasure assault my body for the second time that day.

Brick follows. With an ear-shattering growl of triumph, Brick tightens his grip over my hips and enters me one last time before exploding inside me. After, he collapses against me, his weight like a warm blanket.

“Damn,” I say, trying to catch my breath. I want to say some kind of romantic or profound remark, but the only words my brain manages are, “It doesn’t get any better than this.”

“You’re dead wrong, pup,” Brick says.

“Oh yeah?” I challenge. “Care to explain, Alpha?”

He kisses my forehead. “This is just the beginning. Come on. Let’s clean up. We’re having a celebration barbeque.”

You got to love us werewolves. We always use any good reason to start up the grill.

“A party?” I ask skeptically.

Brick sees my expression and chuckles. He helps me up. “Some beer and meat. Make sure nothing gets too wild or out of hand, then we can head back to my place.”

I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively at him. “For more sexy times?”

Brick grins. “You bet, pup.”

The End

FEL FERN BIO:

Felicia Fern loves reading and writing erotic romances. A sadist who loves watching her heroes and heroines break their backs trying to earn their happy endings, Fel likes throwing in the occasional dash of the unknown to the usual romantic concoction.

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I’m Blue Barker. Submissive. Unattached wolf. Member of the Puppyville pack. I thought I had the mate-thing in the bag, until I found my ex screwing around. Usually, I’m against one-night-stands, until I saw the drop dead gorgeous dominant wolf sitting at the bar.

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I reach between us, and flick the button of his jeans open. Amusement flickers across his face as I unzip him, and reach below to tug down his jeans. “Some help here?” 

Jaime takes both of my hands and pins them above my head easily, one-handed. I let out a shaky breath. “Keep them there. Don’t move.”

Man, what a demanding guy. I obey him nonetheless. Watch him stand, step out of his jeans and boxers. Good God did I score. Jaime’s massive shoulders were joined to impressive pecs, six-pack abs, and a waist that tapered down to muscular legs.

Seeing his impressive, jutting, and fully erect cock— my mouth waters and I lick my lips. Before I can fully appreciate the sight, Jaime begins pulling off my jeans. He pauses at what I’m wearing underneath. My cheeks heat up at the realization I’m still wearing the uncomfortably tight black sexy briefs I wore for Jerome.

“Unexpected, but fucking sexy.” Jaime seems to enjoy hooking his fingers into the waistband of my underwear. I swallow when he leans in close to blow at my hard-on, before ripping out the fabric in one jerk, baring my need. With Jerome, I’m always uncomfortable with my body, but it doesn’t matter much with Jaime.

“Beg me,” he says, curling fingers over my length. I groan when he flicks the pre-cum off my tip.

“For what?” I ask, breathy.

“What else?” Jaime begins working me.

His hand movements begin slow and steady as he pumps me from root to tip. The sensation of his rough fingers against my sensitive shaft feels damn amazing. In moments, I’m groaning, twisting, and urging him to continue and up the stakes of the game. Jaime doesn’t though. Instead, he seems intent on pushing me to the edge. He continues with the same punishing and steady rhythm, and I finally understand what he’s waiting for—for me to take the first step. Make the first move in yielding myself to him.

Like I said, he’s one good-looking, greedy bastard.