Mated to the Alpha (Were Wolf BBW Fertile Erotica)

M
ATED
TO THE
A
LPHA

SIERRA WOLF

A NAUGHTY BY
NATURE SHIFTER STORY

MATED TO THE ALPHA

Sierra Wolf

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2014
Sierra Wolf
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First Printing: 2014

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Author's
Note: All characters in this story are 18 years of age and older, and
all sexual acts are consensual.

Ruby
shivered next to the campfire as twilight fell.

She
had realized she was lost a day ago, as her solo camping expedition
slowly fell to pieces. This was supposed to be her revival, coming
back from the bad break-up, renewing like a flower in spring as she
re-discovered herself.

Instead
she had ventured off the path, hiking down a lonely trail that had
been long overgrown, the sense of adventure building as she drew
further from humanity step by step. She didn't need anyone; she could
handle herself, find vistas unseen by other people for decades.
Unfortunately when she turned to go back, the trail had disappeared.
Completely vanished, with no sign of her path through the
undergrowth.

When
she had first arrived at Full Moon Campgrounds, she'd set up her tent
and built her fire not fifteen feet away from the next set of
campers. They were conversing with a park ranger, a handsome man
built like a lumberjack who'd introduced himself as Darren, his
muscular body evident under the brown suit. The camper's wife was
beside herself, breathlessly asking which sites they should tour
first. Ruby had the sense she would say anything to keep the handsome
ranger talking, his thumbs hooked in his belt loops and somehow
putting his massive biceps on full display.

"Dead
Man's Falls," he'd told her, his bass voice rumbling over to
Ruby. She stoked the fire, pretending not to listen in, but when she
glanced up she saw his warm golden eyes twinkling at her. "But
be careful if you wander off the trail." She wondered if he'd
actually been looking at her. She was a little too curvy for some
men, as she'd discovered with a trail of ex-boyfriends. Her breasts
and hips were buxom, and her best feature was her mane of dark curls.
There was no way he'd been checking her out. It was hard enough to
find a date online.

But
the next day she'd checked her map and plotted a course for Dead
Man's Falls, her campsite packed up and carried on her back. And then
she'd found the hidden trail.

Ruby
looked up at the moon, holding her hands as close to the fire as
possible. When she had realized the trail was gone, she'd consulted
her compass, which spun crazily. Tired, annoyed, and slightly afraid,
she'd finally settled for making camp at the base of a cliff, the
best shield she could find from the chilly bite of the wind, which
she was not prepared for in her light jacket. Her tent rustled behind
her as she warmed herself, plotting her next move.

It
had almost felt like rugged Darren had been talking to her, but she'd
seen no sign of anyone else. The entire time she'd been walking she
had nursed the faint hope that she would run into him out here,
unseen by anyone else. The first night in her tent she had gone to
sleep with dreams of those thick arms wrapping around her, pressing
her against him inexorably as she tilted her face up towards his
pillowy lips...

She
had to admit she was disappointed she hadn't seen him. But now her
problems were different: what seemed like a solid wall of trees
encircling her, no sign of the falls or any other body of water
nearby. She could daydream about Darren later.

The
moon was full and gleaming, providing light even as her meager fire
died down. She rubbed her eyes, finally ready to retreat into her
tent despite her anxiety at being alone out here.

Then
she heard a snap as a branch broke somewhere out in the darkness.

Panic
seized her for a moment, but she forced herself to take a calming
breath. It was probably a deer; Full Moon Campgrounds was surrounded
by hundreds of miles of untouched forest. Of course there would be
bumps in the night.

Ruby
settled closer to the fire, consoling her panic with thoughts of
Bambi prancing through the forest, when she heard a growl, rumbling
deep in the throat of a beast and tapering off to a snarl. The sound
of something hunting.

Her
thought process froze completely, but her body responded. She rose to
her feet, somehow aware that running was the worst thing she could
possibly do, but the tent was no protection at all and she was
blocked in by the rock face behind her.

She
walked slowly, inching towards the cliff face and the cover of
darkness, the rocks and twigs beneath her feet unbearably loud with
every step. Adrenaline crashed through her, her heart pounding in her
throat. But she made it to the shadows.

Ruby
was debating where to go from here when she heard it again, closer
than before, and saw the flash of golden eyes in the dying fire.
Sharp teeth shone white as snow.

She
turned and ran, crashing through the pines with no care about the
noise she made, leaving the light of the fire behind and plummeting
into a world of black and gray.

Her
breath left steam as she ran, the scent of her panic a clear trail
for the wolf, and she heard it crashing through the undergrowth
behind her, snarling with every bound and leap. She almost sobbed out
loud as she ran, branches whipping against her as she imagined the
feel of its hot breath on the back of her neck.

She
wasn't imagining it; it almost burned against her chilled skin, heat
running over her and warming her. She was slowing down, her sides
aching, but still she plunged on, spurred by the wolf's panting.

She
leaped clumsily to clear a fallen log and something heavy slammed
into her shoulders, sending her down into a pile of leaves and
pinning her there. Ruby was still for only a moment, but the will to
survive was stronger.

She
struggled beneath it, the hot breath running over her as she tried to
flip, and she was struck at the scent of it. The wolf smelled nothing
like an animal; she was awash with the scent of cloves, pine needles,
and cold air.

It
growled again, rumbling over her as she got hold of one leg, its gray
fur soft under her palm as she tried to pull it from her back. She
was captivated, fixated by the golden eyes that burned intensely,
locked onto her. She couldn't tear her own eyes away from them, even
as she felt the fur beneath her hand somehow become smooth and silky,
a human arm that was bound with muscle, hard as iron.

The
golden fire in the wolf's eyes went from inferno to smoldering as
they darkened. She slowly stopped struggling as she felt the new
weight over her, long and hard against the length of her body. The
panting was human now, his breath mingling with hers as they laid
together beneath the moonlight.

Darren
was the wolf.

Ruby
stared up into his face as he held her, the strong arms she had
daydreamed about finally wrapped around her; but her heart was still
pounding like a drum in her chest.

"The
Hunt is over," he whispered, his deep voice as warm and
smoldering as his eyes. "I claim you as my own." Despite
her confusion and slowly fading fear, warmth ran over her at his
words. There was an inexplicable feeling of rightness about them.
This is the way it's supposed to be.

His
hands found hers, pinning them above her head. His lips brushed
against her neck, warm and soft, leaving a burning trail over her
skin where he touched her. Ruby sighed slowly, no longer cold, her
body warmed by her alpha's intense heat. He was shirtless, built like
a tree trunk, his torso thick and bound with muscle. She melted
against him, arching her back to force herself closer to him.

His
panting hadn't slowed, the lust for the Hunt transformed into a lust
for her. The alpha had claimed his mate, and now he would have her.

His
hand slid down to tear her jacket open, revealing the light camisole
that hugged her in all the right places. Darren's breath seemed to
catch for a moment, his eyes lingering on her round, full breasts,
far more than a handful for him. Then he tore the camisole easily,
like tearing paper. Her breasts spilled out, her nipples already hard
as rock, and not from the cold.

His
hands were rough on her, cupping her breasts and pinching her aching
nipples, making her writhe beneath him. She ran her hand over his
bare chest, reveling in the smoothness of it, the flexing of his
muscles beneath her sensitive fingertips. "I want to be yours,"
she whispered, willing him to claim her fully. After this, she would
never be the same. The heat running through her had settled in her
core, butterflies swooping through her stomach with her desire.

"You
are," he said, his voice husky with lust. "Mine to keep and
breed."

With
one swift movement he rolled her over to her stomach, a hand on the
back of her neck pinning her down. She felt his fingertips slide
under the waistband of her stretch jogging pants, sliding them over
her wide hips easily, exposing her thick but firm ass to him. Ruby
obeyed the desire she felt from him, drawing her knees up and arching
her back, giving herself to him fully. She was dripping wet already,
the heat coiled through her center, ready to explode. Her mind played
his words over and over, imagining him releasing deep inside her,
claiming her forever by impregnating her.

She
heard a whisper as Darren slid his pants down, his cock pressing
urgently against her. He was already rock hard, the shaft veined and
throbbing with his need as he pressed against her, the skin of his
cock satiny and warm. She could feel how thick he was without even
seeing it.

He
ran the head of it over her slit, teasing her wet lips as she moaned
and spread her knees wider for him. The head slid over her clit,
rubbing against it as her hips rocked backwards to take him into
herself. Darren denied her, his hand a burning brand on her ass cheek
as he pushed her forward, his cock still teasing her as she grew even
wetter.

"You
can have what you want...when I say so," he told her. Ruby
gasped as she felt his head just barely part her pussy lips, slowly
thrusting inside her...but he withdrew, making her groan with
frustration and need.

She
ached to be filled, to feel his cock stretching the walls of her
pussy, his hot cum spurting deep into her womb. She wanted to become
round with his child, bearing and breeding for him, dominated by him
completely. She'd felt it the first time she'd ever laid eyes on
him.

"Please
fuck me," she begged, her head turned so she could just see him
from the corner of her eye. His flat slabs of his muscles glinted
with the silvery moonlight as he mounted her, just barely holding
himself off from plunging into her. He was taut with need, the
tension running through every line of his body. When she begged him,
he groaned aloud, his hips thrusting forward involuntarily. "Breed
me," she whispered.