Captive Mate of the Female Alpha

Chapter 4: Shun

 Chapter 4: Shun

"What?" Kit repeated.

His lips tingled as if he'd been drinking too much ice water or drinking too much period. 

Kit wished everything happening could be pushed into the lap of intoxication. Alcohol was a better option than falling victim to a cult of wannabe werewolves. 

"We have to protect our kind. If you had been unwilling to believe in us and our ways, we would have been forced to call in markers."

"Markers? What are you talking about now?"

Being a teacher, Kit immediately thought about coloring markers before realizing Janus had to mean something more sinister. He didn't know what kind of markers she meant, but he knew he didn't want to find out either. 

"You have to shun your un-wolf family and any un-wolf friends you have. If you are caught endangering the pack, you will be punished and those you contact will have to die." 

"I'm not having this conversation with you right now. This is some kind of dream experience brought on by a closed head injury. That's what's wrong with me! I tripped while running. I hit my head. I have a head injury and I'm hallucinating." 

Janus raised her hand while continuing to hold his. She rubbed her thumb across his knuckles and Kit distinctly did not notice the feeling of calluses on her skin.

"How do you explain this? You're hallucinating the feel of your skin against mine?"

"It was a really bad fall. Coma patients could have incredibly vivid dreams. How do we know? We can't ask them until they wake up and if they're awake, they aren't in a coma anymore so how do they know? They don't know. We don't know. It's possible."

"You're not in a coma."

Janus seemed more amused the more agitated Kit became; Kit wanted to tell her she had a macabre sense of humor. 

If her smile hadn't been so pretty, Kit might have told her a lot of things.

"Do you think a coma patient would dream about me?" 

Kit would have accused any other woman of fishing for compliments. He couldn't quite wrap his head around Janus. Her attitude as she'd taken over the room had been commanding, serious, and completely devoid of any hint of insecurity. 

But.

The longer she spent alone with him, the more Kit could tell she was hopelessly innocent in fundamental ways he thought women lost before leaving grade school. Girls in his classroom had learned how to manipulate their peers or boys by the time they'd gotten to him. It was only the rare girl who was still ignorant of social engineering. 

"I think I'd want to dream about someone like you---or someone who looked like you at least. You know you're beautiful?"

Why had that come out as a question? 

Of course she knew she was beautiful. Women who looked like Janus knew how they looked. She didn't get dressed in the dark and she was wearing less than he'd seen some women wear on the beach. Insecure women didn't walk around in just a tiny tank and shorts. They just didn't. 

"I am?"

She was grinning as if they were sharing a great joke and all her attention was on his fingers. Kit wondered if she thought he had nice hands. Compared to hers? He was as soft as any paper-pusher in any office building anywhere. What kind of work left her hands so rough? Did she have a physical labor job? 

"You are. What kind of work do you do?"

"Work?" Janus looked up at him, her brows drawing together in a deep frown, "I am Alpha. I do no other work. Being the alpha is work enough. Why do you ask?"

"Your hands are rough. Do you do a lot of manual labor? Hands-on stuff?"

Janus shook her head and Kit didn't need her to answer aloud to know she had no idea what he was talking about. 

"I fight? I patrol the borders, investigate outsiders, and negotiate with other packs. I represent Blue Ridge in the moon ceremonies. I have no 'job' other than being Alpha. You don't like my hands?"

She pulled her hand away from his to study it and Kit wished he hadn't said anything at all. 

Her hands were rough but he had felt something while touching her he'd never felt before. 

"I didn't say that. I said they were rough. You make me feel soft."

Her head snapped up and her golden eyes narrowed on him as she said, "I don't want to make you feel soft. I want to make you feel hard. You make me feel hard." 

Kit wasn't ready for her to launch herself at him. She cupped the back of his head with one hand and braced herself on the wall with the other. Her long legs bracketed his body as she rubbed her groin over his. Kit lost his breath as Janus stole it by fitting her mouth over his once more.

No one could have prepared Kit for the way it felt to be kissed by Janus. She wasn't gentle. Her mouth was softer than a man's. but her mannerisms were more masculine than feminine. 

Kit would have thought he was kissing a man if her breasts weren't pressed into his chest. Every time she breathed in Kit could feel her hard n*****s through her joke of a top and the cotton of his t-shirt. Kissing her was more exciting than any s*x he'd had in his adult life. 

"We might be getting a little carried away. Don't you think? You just met me. How are you so sure I'm your---your mate?"

Janus rocked her groin against his, her weight solid and warm and absolutely just right against his covered erection. Kit groaned loud enough for anyone outside the door to hear. He would have cared except nothing like this had ever happened to him before. 

He'd been a quiet guy. A guy who read books. A guy who hiked trails alone. A guy who preferred to see the sun rise in the morning rather than set in the evening. 

Nice guys didn't get jumped by hot athletic women with wild streaks. 

"Okay. We're doing this," Kit agreed, moving to lift the hem of Janus's tank top and letting out a sound of frustration as he struggled to get her to let go of him enough to pull it over her head, "Take this off. I need you to take this off if you want me to make this good." 

"I don't care about it. Tear it. I own others. I love the way your hair feels in my hands. It's like warm sunlight against wildflowers. You smell so good." 

Kit had never ripped a shirt off himself or anyone else before. Come to that, Kit had never wanted to rip anyone's clothes off. He didn't have any secret kinky desires waiting to be expressed. All of his desires were tame compared to the ones he'd heard other men talk about over the years. 

He tore the straps of the shirt as easy as tearing up a bad quiz and Janus had the most perfectly formed breasts he'd ever seen. 

Small and firm and tipped with dark n*****s puckered tight enough to make him ache in sympathy, Kit couldn't stop looking at them even as he ducked his head away from Janus, saying, "I want to do this. Let me do this. You'll like it. Oh please like it." 

Kit dodged her attempts to pull him into another kiss. He captured one n****e in his mouth, worrying the stiff flesh with his tongue before sucking gently and then harder as Janus pressed closer to him. Her hands were still pulling at his hair, but she was trying to get him closer to her breasts so they were working toward the same goal. 

"Am I hurting you?"

Janus had been making a low growl which had amplified in volume the longer he sucked her n****e; Kit moved to the other breast to try to see if she was still liking it. Was he doing exactly what she liked or was she just really sensitive? Some magazine article he'd read once said women with sensitive n*****s could get off just from a lover playing with them.

"No. Don't stop. Harder. Suck harder. Bite me." 

Kit was feeling breathless himself as he obeyed, sucking harder and nipping lightly at both breasts in turn. He took a chance by moving his hands to Janus's rear to grab her there. She had a great ass. Whatever kind of work was involved in being an alpha? Janus should start giving lessons in it because everyone wanted a body as fit as hers.

Janus was panting as she fumbled with the front of his shorts. Kit wanted to stop enough to protest -he'd literally never had a virtual stranger touch him below the waist- but Janus was holding his head tight while panting into his ear. Her hot breath made him harder than he'd ever been in his life; all Kit wanted was to get off.

"In. I want you in me. Let me. Yes? You'll let me?"

Kit agreed as he nodded against her naked chest, "Yes. Definitely yes. Do you have a condom?"

"I don't need one."

"No. For me. I mean what if---"

Kit lost his train of thought as Janus guided his length inside her. She didn't bother taking her shorts off. All she'd done was pull them to the side and then she was sinking down on him and he could literally feel her c******s against him before she was moving on him. 

Janus rode him up and down with an innate sense of rhythm Kit couldn't do more than hold on during. 

She moved faster and faster and faster until her hips were grinding down on him and he could feel the soft hair of her bush against his groin. 

He'd bottomed out inside her.

Had he ever been all the way inside anyone? 

Kit couldn't think as his mind whited out when Janus's tight channel clamped down on him with her release. She moved her head to bite the nape of his neck; Kit jerked as if he were being electrocuted, coming again in a way he'd never experienced in his entire life.