N. Walters - Legacy Found

James shoved his arms beneath her legs and planted his hands by her head. The change in position left her legs wide open. She was unable to move, unable to control the depth of his thrust. She should have been scared to be at the mercy of a male. Instead, she couldn’t get him deep enough.

He started slow but quickly picked up the pace. He hammered his cock into her, angling his body so he stroked her clit each time he drove deep.

Her mouth fell open on a silent scream. Her head fell back and she closed her eyes, trying to understand the sensations rocketing through her. Her body was on fire. Her skin about to burst into flames.

“Look at me,” he commanded. “Watch me take you.”

She opened her eyes, unable to do anything else. He was so big and strong. All alpha male as he drilled into her over and over. With his hair falling around his face and his eyes gleaming, he looked fierce. She could see the wolf inside him, desperately clamoring to get out. But the man was in charge. In control.

Each stroke of his cock stretched her channel. She felt the pulse of his shaft against the slick walls, felt him touch her womb. They were both covered in a sheen of sweat as he took her.

Her breasts ached so she covered them with her hands.

“Fuck, yes. Touch yourself.”

She plumped up the sensitive mounds and rubbed her thumbs over the hard tips. She moaned and her inner muscles clenched, drawing a gasp from James.

“Now, Shelley. Now.” He pumped harder. She felt his cock swelling, getting even larger, the burst of fluid deep inside her as he filled her with his essence.

He stroked again and pushed her over the edge. This time when her orgasm struck, her pussy clamped down hard on his shaft. He didn’t stop moving, but continued to pump hard and deep. She cried out again, her entire body jerking and spasming.

Her thighs quivered and her arms shook. She clutched at James’s shoulders, needing something solid to hold on to. He gave a final shudder and groan and fell to the mattress, angling his body away from her torso.

They were still intimately joined and the occasional aftershock shook them both as they recovered. Shelley didn’t think she’d ever be able to move again. Every preconceived notion she’d ever had about sex had been shot out the window.

She’d had sex during heat, been caught up in a mindless biological sensation she couldn’t control. She’d also been taken against her will. But never had she experienced anything like this. She felt closer to James than she ever had to another person.

She decided not to think about it but to simply enjoy it.

James lifted his head and kissed her. A quick peck on the lips before he pulled out and collapsed beside her. He reached out his arm and pulled her into the curve of his body and kissed the top of her head. “Sleep. You can worry in the morning.”

Strangely enough, his words made sense. She didn’t have to decide anything right now. Content in a way she’d never been before, she snuggled close, rubbing her butt against his semi-erect cock.

He laughed and tightened his arms around her.

The smell of sex, of their joining, permeated the air around her. Her skin was sticky and hot. She should get up and go to the bathroom and get cleaned up.

Instead, she savored the smells, the sensations of making love with James. She stilled as she considered her choice of words. Making love.

Because it was more than just sex. She respected James. Cared for him. That didn’t mean it was necessarily love. It couldn’t be. They hadn’t known each other long enough.

“Stop thinking. You’re keeping me awake.” James kissed her temple and covered one of her breasts with his palm, squeezing gently. “Sleep.”

Releasing all thoughts, she simply enjoyed lying next to James, his hard body wrapped around hers with the moonlight shining in on them.

In the house next door, Alex lay in her husband’s arms, feeling very content. Joshua always knew just how to touch her, to please her. He kissed her temple and she snuggled closer.

“I like her.” They’d been talking about Shelley before they’d gotten sidetracked.

“I don’t want to lose her.”

She could hear the fear in Joshua’s voice. She patted his chest. “I’ll do everything I can to convince her to stay.”

He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles one after the other. They’d just made love but she was suddenly breathless all over again.

“James wants her.”

Alex wasn’t certain how she’d felt about that at first, but the more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea. Her father had been alone for far too long. “I think you’re right.”

“You don’t mind?” Joshua shifted in the bed so he could look at her.

She shrugged. “As long as he’s happy, that’s all that matters to me.” And she meant it. Shelley had a lot of problems to work through. But heck, who didn’t? She wasn’t exactly problem-free herself. She was still dealing with the issue of being a half-breed werewolf.

“Don’t worry. It will all work out.” Joshua rolled her beneath him, covering her with his large body.

Alex wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, forgetting about all their problems for now.

Across the compound, Quinn lay on a firm mattress and held a phone to his ear. “Yeah, Craig, I’m fine. No, I’ve told you everything. Hold tight and I’ll get back to you in a few days.”

“I can be there sometime tomorrow if you need me.”

Quinn closed his eyes as emotion welled up inside him. He could always count on his younger brother. “I know, man, but I’m okay.”

“I’m only a call away.” Craig paused, and Quinn knew what was coming next. “What’s he like?”

He being Quinn’s father. Or rather, sperm donor. He’d never been a father.

“It’s like looking in a mirror, except for the difference in hair color.” Which was spooky as hell. The guy looked more like his older brother than his father. But he’d learned that werewolves lived longer than normal humans.

“But what’s he like?” Craig persisted.

“I honestly don’t know. I met Donovan Brody. We talked for a few minutes and I’ll see him again tomorrow. They had a lot of pack politics and shit to deal with after the attack today.”

“I’m glad you’re out of that.” Craig never missed the opportunity to let him know what he thought about the bounty hunters.

“Me too.” He’d lost a part of his soul this past year and wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to get it back.

“Do they really think some werewolf might have her?”

“That’s the current thought, and they may be right.” Quinn watched the shadows dancing on the ceiling. “I’m open to the possibility. I haven’t found anything to suggest the hunters have her.”

“Fuck.”

“You said it, brother.” Quinn turned onto his side and stared out the window. “Look, I gotta go. I’ll keep in contact.”

“You let me know where you’ll be and I’ll come to you. I’m only renting this dive I call home month to month.”

“Will do. Take care, Craig.”

“You too.”

Quinn thumbed off his phone and tossed it onto the nightstand. He was surprised he’d been allowed to keep it. Then again, Levi Striker was in the bed next door and Micah was bunked out in the room on his other side. Either one or both of them had probably heard the entire conversation. Werewolves’ preternatural hearing made it difficult to have a private conversation.

Either way, he didn’t care. He was more than ready to start the search for his twin. “Hang in there, Chris,” he whispered. “I’m coming for you.”

Her week was up today. Shelley peered out the kitchen window, wondering how the time had gone by so quickly. She’d spent her days puttering around James’s house and getting to know her family and other members of the community. True to their word, the males had all been back, but they hadn’t pressured her in any way.