Alpha Queen (Claimed by Wolves 4)

I slow down my frantic movements, tightening my inner walls around him as much as I can and dragging myself up and down his cock. The noises falling from my mouth are well past whimpers by now. They’re deep, throaty groans that almost sound like they’re coming from someone else. How could such wild, hungry sounds be coming from me?

When Dare slides a third finger inside me, I arch my back, my eyes flying wide as every sensation in my body intensifies a hundredfold.

“Yes,” he groans, trailing his lips over my collarbone as he fucks me. “Just like that. Let go for me. You’re so fucking beautiful when you let go.”

“Dare!” I cry, rising up and slamming back down over and over again, lost in a sea of pleasure.

Just as I start to go over the edge, flying toward blissful release, my mate releases his bruising grip on my ass, sliding his hand up my body to pinch my nipple between his thumb and finger. He tugs lightly, and it’s like a current travels through every nerve ending in my body. I scream his name again, just like he wanted, my loud cry carried off by the breeze as he drives his hips upward, impaling me as deep as possible on his cock.

And I shatter.

My entire world seems to fly apart as intense pleasure crashes through me like a wave. I throw my head back, grinding my hips against Dare as his cock pulses and throbs inside me. He thrusts his fingers in and out of my ass a few more times, and the fresh sensation makes the ripples of my orgasm go on and on, making me shudder all over before they finally subside.

I collapse on his chest, my body draping over his as our hearts thud against each other. It takes several long moments for me to collect the scattered pieces of myself, and when I finally come back into my body, my toes curl at the feeling of Dare slowly withdrawing his fingers from my back hole.

Before I met these men, I never would’ve guessed I’d like that so much. But I do. I really fucking do. And even as he trails his other hand lightly up and down my spine, his cock still buried inside me, I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to have, not his fingers, but another one of my mates inside me at the same time Dare drove into me from below.

A dozen dirty images pass through my head, and I let out a shaky breath as my core pulses around Dare’s cock. He chuckles, the vibrations of his chest traveling into my own body through the connection between us. Then he tilts my head up and kisses me roughly and hungrily. I have a feeling he might know exactly what I was just thinking about, if the urgency of his kiss is any indication.

We lie there for a little while longer, just enjoying the feel of our bodies molded together. I know we’re still out in the open, and we should probably shift and return to the others before we get caught out here, but I still can’t quite get myself to move.

After a few long, peaceful minutes, Dare rolls me over onto my back, sliding out of me as he settles me on the ground by his side.

Bracing himself on one elbow, he looks down at me, his brown eyes gleaming in the light. “I like the way you scream my name.”

I grin up at him, goose bumps rising on my skin at the memory of what we just did. I was totally sated a moment ago, but I’m already hungry for more. I don’t know if that will ever change when it comes to my mates, and I honestly sort of hope it doesn’t. “I didn’t mean to. But I couldn’t help it.”

His smile turns wicked. “That’s an acceptable answer. I love watching you lose control. Love watching you give yourself over to it. To me.”

I bite my lip, lost in the depths of his eyes. “I like giving myself to you. You can have any part of me you want.”

Heat flashes through his eyes again, and he leans down to kiss me. When he draws back, his expression turns serious. “Can I ask you a question, moonlight?”

“Sure.”

Dare smooths the wild hair away from my face, his eyes bouncing between mine. “When we shifted earlier, did you think about running? Think about sniffing? Or any of the other things your wolf does?”

I tilt my head and wriggle beneath him to get a better view of his face. “Um… no. I mean, those things just happen instinctively, don’t they? I don’t have to think about them.”

He grins as if I’ve just revealed the meaning of life. “Exactly. Because you just let your wolf take over. When you let the shift happen, you don’t overthink it. As a wolf, you don’t wonder if you’re running the right way or if you’re using your nose properly. You give in to that side of yourself, give in to the wolf. You become her.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “What are you saying?”

“You’re getting better at magic, even if you don’t feel like you are. I see you working so hard and getting so damn frustrated. But, moonlight…” He leans over me a little more, his hand sliding gently down my arm as he looks me straight in the eye. “You’re not going to get all the way there until you let the witch take over.”

13

Sable

Let the witch take over.

The refrain plays over and over in my head that night, filling me with a strange mixture of fear and wonder. I’m in bed with my men while Ridge keeps watch in the chair next to us. The room is silent except for my mates’ soft breathing, and the rustle of Ridge’s book when he turns the page.

If he knows I’m awake, he gives no indication, so I’m alone with my thoughts, trying to piece together what it would mean if I just let the witch take over. For so long, I’ve assumed she can’t be trusted. These nightly watches my mates do are meant to keep me from hurting someone when the magic rises unbidden or, God forbid, if Cleo comes back and takes over my body.

But I think of what Gwen said when I sat with her in her little cabin deep in the mountains. My magic shouldn’t be fighting me or trying to take over like a villain. I’ve come to equate my powers with the dark cloud of evil inside me or even with Cleo, the witch Clint tied me to when he did his fucked up little experiments and carved sigils into my skin.

But they’re not the same thing. My magic is mine. It’s me. I was born with it because one of my parents was a witch, and that makes the power mine by birthright, not because Clint bound me to Cleo.