Alpha Vaughan

Chapter 8

Something was stirring within me, struggling to get free; or at least trying to get something across. But the niggling feeling, that wasn't entirely bad, was overridden by my fear.

I stopped and waved the lantern in front of me wildly, saying, "Whoever the creep you are, show yourself!" I thought about my phone that was back in my large room, charging, and thought myself more the fool for leaving the pack-house without it.

I felt a presence approaching me.

Dark.

A presence so dark I felt my wolven instincts flare alive for the first time. /Mate/ my wolf said for the... First time. Amidst my fear for whoever or whatever was approaching, I felt a joy so profound fill me that I started to cry.

When I heard a twig snap, I became alert, putting my emotions in check. Whipping my head around, I saw nothing but the tall  shapes of trees and shadows of fanning leaves and spindly boughs.

I paused to listen into the silence for a sound; and I heard nothing. But I could feel it. The presence of a predator, watching me, waiting.

I became a little frightened. "Look, you sick f*ck," probably not a good way to address your mate but whatever, "do you get a kick out of scaring the daylights out of people or what?"

More twigs snapped under the shoes of someone, and gradually the sound grew louder, nearer. I stilled myself.

But I couldn't still a gasp that escaped me at the sight of the man. Over six foot tall and packed with muscles, he was dressed in a long black coat. A pair of leather boots hugged his strong calves and a hat sat on his head; he looked to be just dismissing from a meeting of some sort.

The figure drew closer to me and against the darkness, and his darker clothes, his piercing grey eyes stood out. When he came to stand in front of me, he did something strange.

He started to circle me, examining me.

"Foul mouthed," he pronounced, "Frightened. Emotional. Weak." He stopped a hairsbreadth away from me, then finished, "I should have no use for you."

His words, though aggravating as they were, shouldn't have sounded so... Delicious. It was his voice, I decided, the deep, silky and cultured timbre of it. Or maybe it was the air around him; magnetic, consuming, powerful,  seductive...

At the smug raise of his dark brow I realized he was watching me check him out, and knew I was liking what I saw. The bastard. Then suddenly his words registered to me and my temper flared. "Rude," I pronounced, "Creepy. Sick. Uncaring for personal space. Even you should have no use for yourself." I placed my hand on warm his chest and pushed at him.

He didn't budge. I looked up, about to curse at him, but then I saw his nostrils flare and his eyes turn a fervid yellow.

In a split second his palm curved around my nape and his lips crushed mine in a hard kiss.

Something hot burned to life in the pit of my stomach, and I realized it wasn't anger; it was desire. Hot. Consuming. And spreading through my veins.

Something snapped within me, and with a moan my arms went around his neck, my lantern slipping from my hand. At what seemed like my surrender he growled low in his throat, pulling me flush against his body and sliding his other hand down my shorts, cupping my bare butt. I should've been offended, but instead all I could think about was what sex with this man would be like; hot, dirty, sinful.

As his hot tongue thrust into my mouth, he rocked me against his raging erection until I could feel myself throbbing, dampening.

We pulled and kissed at each other frantically, breathing heavily. I've never felt this way before. Never felt a desire this raw pulse through my veins. Never...
I groaned when I felt his moist mouth on my neck, biting, sucking. My hands went to thread through his thick black hair, knocking off his hat in the process.