To Ride an Alpha (Full Moon MC): Paranormal Werewolf Romance Read online

  Sharon slid behind him, sighing as she wrapped her hands around his thick chest. “Almost sounds like being top dog isn't worth the trouble.” She couldn't help herself from raking her fingers around his pectorals, down to his chiseled abs tight against his shirt. God he feels so solid... and warm.

  Being so close to his neck she smelled an almost earthy fragrance waft off him that sent a spasm through her legs and left her mouth salivating. Get a hold of yourself, Sharon. He's just really buff. You see men like him all the time at college. Though Alpha Phi Deltas never smelled this good.

  Liam looked over his shoulder and smirked. “Oh... some days it's worth every scratch.” With a rev of his engine fresh life thrummed into the bike and vibrated through Sharon's nerves. She drifted closer to him. Her body followed the call of her instincts, while her strange supernatural change continued apace within. The heat pouring from her pores was cooled by the whips of the winds, her lusts eased in Liam's presence... but not for long.

  ***

  It was dusk by the time they came to the Full Moon Motorcycle Club. The club's logo was bright and upfront on the building, a giant white moon with a wolf silhouette howling in the center. It threw a glaring ivory cast over the parking lot and clashed with the pink tinged blues in the sky above.

  Adjacent to the establishment was the club's complementary motorcycle shop. All the soldering work was done for the day. The quieter work of tune-ups and tightenings kept the shop's windows dim, its doors silent.

  Wow... the Full Moon? Might as well put 'Werewolves Are Here'. “I had no idea your gang was this big... I mean I guess I should have seen it coming...” Then again with idiots like that detective running around it's not like anyone would believe it.

  Liam kicked out the stand on his bike. “Yeah we're big on theme naming. Hiding in plain sight and all that. Keeps the hunters away.” Now at a rest Sharon looked at the bike again. This time her eyes picked out little details worked into the metal. In a sea of red, little islands of raised silver peeked out. They almost look like teeth.

  “Wow,” she said, “the dents on my car never looked this pretty. How does the metal do that?”

  Liam chuckled as he got off his seat. “It's from the club's steelworker, James. The fangs represent our pack.”

  “Pack?”

  “The Full Moon club is the front for the Silverfang pack.”

  “Oh...” I guess they take this wolf thing seriously. Real packs. Wow.

  In front of the building a group of bikers lazed about, their hearty laughter pounding the night and their cigarettes blanketing the entrance in a fine gray haze. They all quieted and looked in Liam's direction when his heavy shoes struck the pavement.

  “Hey boss!” one called out, while another man, young and dinged with bruises, looked away when caught in Liam's gaze.

  Liam took Sharon's hand, keeping her close behind as he approached the group. “Hey James, boys.” He gave them all a nod. “This is Sharon.” A few whistles and 'Goddamns' spread through the group. “Sharon, this is the part of my club least likely to kill me.”

  “I'm James.” said the lead, his face buried under a brown beard streaked with golden tones, his eyes behind impenetrable shades. “Glad to see our boy finally settling down.”

  “Oh... yeah. No problem.” She played along. We're settling down? “I really like your work with Liam's bike. It's beautiful.”

  He gave her a nod and a smile, before the rest of the group introduced themselves in turn. Five all total, each one bearded but for one, and none of them gray despite the gruffness in their voices. The bruised man she saw earlier struck her as a lesser version of Liam, perhaps a Liam in his snot nosed punk years.

  As if on cue, Liam pointed to the youngest and beardless of their number. “And I'm sure you've already met Frankie.”

  “I have?”

  “He looks a little different, minus 200 pounds and all the fur.”

  Frankie gave Sharon a conciliatory look, almost raising his hands in surrender as he spoke. “Sorry about that, lady. Didn't mean to drag you into this.”

  “It's alright.” she said out of instinct, as if someone had asked her how her day had gone without caring. Is it really alright though? This is NOT how I intended to spend my second semester. “I mean it's all water under the bridge once you get the curse lifted. At least you didn't kill me.”

  Liam coughed loudly. “Yeah... about that curse—”

  James piped up. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! You mean this shit ain't official? Like you didn't send in tribute to the Old Wolf before you picked her up?”

  Liam sighed. “Yep.”

  “Hey man, she's a fine piece, no doubt, but other packs would kill for this territory. Many packs have killed for this territory! They can do this kind of thing, no one gives a fuck about 'em... but us? If the Old Wolf hear about this—”

  Liam put his hand on his friend's shoulder. “That's a big 'if', James. So long as everyone keeps their mouth shut we'll be able to pass this off as the plan all along.”

  Sharon held his hand tight. “What's the plan?”

  “Making you my mate.”

  A lustful shiver passed through Sharon and her breath trembled for a moment. “But... what about a cure?”

  Liam caressed her cheek. “There is no cure.”

  ***

  Oh shit... oh shit! The inside of the club was quiet, the night had yet go into full swing. Tears welled in Sharon's eyes while wispy sobs tried to escape her lips. “Is... is there really nothing?”

  “Nothing for a cure.”

  “Your kind has been around for however long and not one has found something? Anything!?” Her voice broke. Don't they get cured in the movies?

  Liam grabbed her by the arms and pinned her against a wall, next to the stairwell that lead to his office. Sharon shuddered at the sheer intensity of his stare, his muscular body rising up and down like a piston on the verge of exploding. Such threat and so close brought pangs of excitement out of her depths.

  “Nothing.” he said firmly, his patience tried... and something else. “We know our blood looks the same as normal people. Which is why we call it a curse. It can't be measured, only felt. What you want... you'd have to die for.” His breaths deepened as his hands moved up her arms, feeling for the voluptuous flesh beneath her blouse. Sharon caught his unrepentant glance at her deep cleavage and gave him a withering look. I need a new shirt... just keeps getting tighter and tighter.

  “I'm sorry, it's just... I had plans. I wanted to help, wanted to be a vet...” She lost her words when she saw the glint in his eyes had gone from sympathetic to predatory, his irises supernaturally bright. “Liam?”

  He swooped in for a kiss, pressing her slight form against his powerful frame. She squirmed and moaned in his arms as pure heat rushed through her body. All thought fled from her mind. Every doubt was eased, every fear evaporated. Her blood demanded her body sing a new song, one as ancient and primal as the moon and trees.

  “Why take care of dogs...” he whispered by her ear, “when you can be taken by the wolf?” He reinforced the carnal intent in his voice with a grab against her ass. Sharon moaned in reply, her mind too addled with the lusts that had been boiling in her blood since she awoke in the hospital.

  Their hands swept up and groped each other like lust crazed teenagers. Loud thunks and scrapes resounded in the stairwell as they fumbled up to Liam's office. Sharon felt her pussy moisten as if on command when the biker's manly hands sank into her full and upturned breasts, her nipples more sensitive than ever.

  The two stumbled through his main door, knocking over chairs and papers. Liam lifted her up by her thighs and sat her down on his desk, swiping aside his phone and various trophies. His hands yanked her tight jeans down in one fluid motion, revealing the soaked 'y' shape of her black panties.

  Sharon gasped when he pushed her panties aside. Her sounds of excitement came out every time she broke away from his lips for a gulp of air. Her pussy gushed and she exhaled
deeply when her groping hand grazed against his aroused cock.

  Liam grinned and caught her wrist, teasing her as he pulled it away. Sharon whimpered when a low growl rumbled from his chest, his gray eyes bright and lupine. She was so lost in them she did not see or hear him release his weighty manhood, free from its denim prison. He swooped down to her lips, relishing them like plush petals. His tongue twirled with hers in a dance of lust while her fingers raked down his chest.

  Sharon's hips squirmed up when she felt his manhood drag along her mound, her body's need for penetration pushing away her sanity. Oh God so close... I need it... need it so bad!

  His broad chest pressed against her generous breasts, his mouth against hers. Her voluptuous flesh billowed out underneath him as he plundered her lips. Her moans of arousal hummed through his mouth, turning the biker on even more.

  With one hand he pushed her thighs wide apart. With the other, he steadied his rigid cock and plunged deep into her wet folds. Sharon had been ripened into a boiling cauldron of lust and longing since her bite. Such immediate satisfaction of a masculine touch sent her writhing into release.

  Instead of screams of pleasure, breathlessness reigned. Her nerves blazed with unbearable ecstasy, her eyes fluttered and her back arched. Pent up desire exploded through her loins. Scintillating tingles raced along her skin.

  Her heated pussy squelched with each thrust while Liam's animalistic grunts filled the air. There was no time for pretense or the niceties of sensation. The moment he buried his heavy cock inside her was the moment they became animals, concerned only with the rut.

  The wooden desk shook and creaked, unused to such vigorous activity. Sharon wrapped her hands around the surrounding edges. She held tight and kept herself steady as Liam kept up his wild thrusts. Excited breaths fell from her lips with each rapid penetration up inside her, her heavy breasts bouncing from his sheer force.

  “Ah fuck...” he growled and grabbed her up by the hips, pinning her around his cock. His fingers sunk into her soft cheeks and held her tight as his shaft went rigid, his virile balls drawing up.

  Oh no... not inside me! The conscious fears in her mind only served to incense the unconscious desires of her instincts, the awakened wolf in her craving of her mate's hot potency. She felt the unmistakable jerk and spasm that ran along his shaft. Only an exquisite sigh of surrender formed her barest protest.

  Liam's climax rushed through both of them mercilessly, like a freight train of energy that slammed into her core, fulfilling both purpose and pleasure at once.

  Her body, heedless of her own desires, only followed nature's command. Her strong inner muscles clenched and undulated all along his length, eager to wring pleasure and seed both from him. She moaned with each contraction, her writhing body held safe under Liam's arms.

  Liam fell on top of her, grunting loudly as he filled his large hands with the soft flesh of her ass. His massive muscled frame held her down while his hot load shot deep into her depths. His spilling of seed was as much his release as it was his claim on her, something Sharon sensed intuitively. She clawed his back and impaled herself as deep as possible on his pulsing cock.

  She let out a stream of orgasmic cries as her feet locked around his waist, holding him down. Her body shuddered underneath his and a sense of balance and elation rose through her with the satiation of her long, strange and unbidden lusts.

  The two rode out their climaxes with a series of shivers and sighs until there was only... silence. Sharon caught her breath, her skin wet and hot. Liam's words were a whisper, but they might as well have been wrought in thunder for the way they made her spirit sing.

  “You're mine now.”

  ***

  When Sharon next awoke, Liam's warmth was gone but his voice was not.

  “...yeah you know how it is with these sons of bitches. The way I see it you get a two for one with it. Maybe give the wife something special when it's all done.” Liam swiveled his chair over to Sharon, winking at her. His jeans were back on but his button-down shirt was still open, his chiseled pectoral muscles casting their own shadows in the dim light. “Yeah... yeah... well get it for the mistress then... uh-huh. Just keep an eye out. Nothing's official yet, but my instincts tell me it's on. Bye.” He put the phone down with a loud click.

  Sharon yawned and reached for Liam's bare foot, feeling up his leg. “Who was that?”

  “A mutual friend.”

  We have mutual friends? “Oh... so who?”

  “Don't worry about it. Get your clothes on. It's 8 o' clock.” Music thumped below in equal measure to the boisterous laughs of bikers and the giggles of their women. “It's party time.”

  When she left she put her hands in her pockets. Detective Johnson's card was missing.

  ***

  Sharon was Liam's shadow, he her leader and protector in the strange new world the club had become. She held his hand tightly through the sea of bodies. Young and beardless bikers gave her hungry stares, their eyes drawn to the new curves borne from her curse. Some did a little more. Some came a little close, their hands reaching for a quick grope.

  The hands never connected. But Liam's did. He squeezed her by the bottom, forcing her to his side. With his other hand he caught the young one's wrist and pushed him back. “Don't get greedy, Victor. You've still got Sarah...”

  Victor grumbled and turned back to nursing his beer to the laughter of his friends.

  “Hey!” said Sharon over the loud clamor of shouts, music and clanging beer bottles, “Doesn't he know we're mated now?”

  Liam shook his head. “Nah. Probably thinks you're my side trim. A lot of these kids will steal anything not nailed down, fuck anyone not being fucked.”

  The two came to the quieter side of the bar. Sharon hopped on a stool while Liam took one from someone else, the biker's complaint dying in his mouth once he saw who took it. “Rick! Two Dos Equis!” The bartender left two ice cold beers and the couple clinked them together.

  Sharon paused, her beer held high. “To?”

  Liam smiled. “To us.”

  “To us.” she repeated and swigged the drink down. Wow. I'm more about the appletinis and cosmos but that is good! She set the beer down and let out a satisfied sigh. “Which reminds me... why did you choose me? I mean, I know you've probably put down a lot of men... but we're mated now... and all the women who came before are not.”

  Liam grunted as he set his beer down, finishing his gulp. “Hard to explain.” he said and cleared his chest. “When I entered that room, I was expecting standard operating procedure: talk to you, pat on the back and maybe throw you off on some unmated wolf. But when I saw you...” His eyes drifted to her plunging cleavage and she blushed. Please don't say it was because of my boobs. “It was like I could see two futures: one easier, full of the same shit I've been doing all my life, riding, fucking, killing and then dying...”

  “And the other?”

  “A life of meaning. A little tougher, but worth it. A life with love.” Aww. “It sounds cheesy as shit but when it happened, I was spooked. But I knew I had to do it. The last time I felt something like that and followed through... it made me alpha.”

  Holy shit.

  Sharon leaned forward and trapped his mouth with her lips. Liam pulled her off her stool and pressed her against his chest. Her sensitive nipples rubbed against the inside of her shirt. She moaned her delight without care of the outside world, the laughs and conversations all around dimming to the fresh lust dawning between her legs.

  She kissed away from his lips and licked his neck, whispering by his ear. “I... I love you.” Too soon? Liam smiled through his kiss, the closest she would get him to saying those three words. She wanted to say so much more. Not here, not in front of all these people. She wanted their kiss to go longer, to suckle his tongue a little more and to feel his rough hands upon her rounded hips. But he pulled away before she was ready, leaving her carnal hungers to deepen and burn.

  Liam had returned to his seat by th
e time doors to the entrance slammed open. Three bikers stumbled in, the lead out of breath as if he had been running instead of driving.

  “Bro!” said Frankie, his hair messy, his face still bruised.

  “Hey, Frankie.” Liam leaned back against the bar counter and dragged Sharon and her stool closer to his side.

  Frankie came closer to Liam and this time all the club had gone silent. “Carlos ratted you out man! He told the Old Wolf out in Cali what you did... with her.” He eyed Sharon, making her shift in her seat. “He'll be here by tomorrow night.”

  Liam sighed. “Shit.”

  James took a final swing of his beer and slammed it down on his table in the back. Other bikers cleared away from the sudden sound. “He won't be the only one. California is Blackclaw territory. He'll be wanting some men to back up his judgment. And after what we did to those dumb bastards 20 years back... they'd kill us for free.”