Captive Mate of the Female Alpha

Chapter 3: Wrong

 Chapter 3: Wrong

Her lips were softer than they looked. 

Kit was trying to figure out whether he wanted to get into the kiss or not when Janus bit him.

"Woah! Hey, that's a little---jeeze, am I bleeding?"

Janus had a smear of red on her lower lip. Her expression hadn't changed much, but the gold in her eyes was being overtaken from the black of her pupils. That was a sign of arousal. Kit remembered it from his one science class in college. 

"Did I do it wrong?"

Wiping his thumb over his lower lip, Kit looked at the bright red blood as if it belonged to someone else. She'd bitten him. Literally bitten him on the lip. That was straight out of some kind of hokey vampire movie aimed at teenagers with angst issues and romantic ideas about mortality versus immortality. 

"You bit me." 

"I did it wrong. I can do better. Tell me how you like it."

Janus moved closer on the bed and Kit wished he hadn't backed all the way against the headboard because there was nowhere to move to get away from her. 

"How I like what? Kissing?"

"s*x. You're my mate. I have to have s*x with you." 

Kit found himself staring at the woman with unabashed wonder.

What kind of drugs were in the water around here? 

Everything about Janus screamed 'serious.' 

Her eyes were fixed on his face while her hands gripped the bedding as if she were afraid she'd grab Kit if she didn't grab something else; her body was tense enough he could practically give an anatomy lesson based on her taut musculature. 

Kit didn't think anyone would blame him if he noticed her n*****s were hard peaks under the tank top she wore. 

Looking back at her face, Kit tried to bring them back around to something approaching sensibility, "How about we talk first? Is that okay? Talking? I don't really like having s*x with strangers."

Janus leaned back, releasing the blankets to let her hands rest on her bare thighs instead. Her shorts were simple athletic material -cotton probably- with a tie around the waist. Kit couldn't stop looking at her n*****s where they formed dark shadows under her top. He noticed her feet were tan and bare. 

He'd stare at her feet. Feet were safe, right? 

"I am Janus. I told you. I am Alpha of the Blue Ridge Pack. What more do you want to know?"

"You said something else!" Kit blurted, leaning back as she leaned forward again, "You said something about two faces? Like the coin? The Janus coin? I remember something about that from mythology." 

"I am called Janus of the Two Faces. Every alpha has a trait they are known by among others. I am---wrong. It was thought I would have no mate and my pack would be inherited by my twin to die with him. He was born second and is a beta. He will never breed. I never knew I could want s*x. Then I caught your scent. And I knew."

She was nodding and her gaze was focused on Kit's mouth. He couldn't decide if he should be happy about having her attention on just his lips or if he should be worried because he could still taste blood. Was she turned on by blood? What did she mean she was an animal? 

"You knew what?"

Janus watched his mouth with such intensity Kit could taste the words on his lips as they formed.

"I knew you were mine---and I wanted you."

Kit jerked as Janus snatched his hand to bring it up to her breast. He could practically feel her skin through the thin top. Her n****e was a hard pearl against his palm and her skin was so hot it was nearly scalding him. If he moved his hand at all, Kit thought he'd be able to feel her heart beating.

"Can't you feel how much I want you? I need you. Tell me how to please you."

Elementary school teachers who spent their free time running hiking trails didn't get a lot of action. 

Kit couldn't remember the last time he'd hooked up with a stranger. He was sure it was during his first year of undergrad school. His first serious girlfriend had come around in his second year and they'd dated until they graduated. After that ended, Kit had moved from one relationship to another until the year before he'd moved to Georgia.

When had he broken up with his last girlfriend? 9 months ago? 10? How had he gone so long without even thinking about s*x? 

"I'm pretty easy to please. Just like most guys. I guess. I dated a guy. Once. I was at summer camp and I was a teenager and everything seemed really exciting. He made getting hard seem awesome instead of humiliating. He liked everything I liked."

"You like men? s*x with men?" 

Kit drew his hand back, his palm still warm from the heat of Janus's breast, and said, "I did. Once. I've only had girlfriends otherwise. I'm bi? Yes. I'm bisexual. I like s*x with men and women. What about you? Are you---bisexual?"

"No. I only want s*x with you. You're my mate. I didn't think I would have s*x at all until you. I want to give you what you want, but I keep doing it wrong. Help me do it right. You said you liked 'getting hard' with another man. I get hard. Do you want to feel?"

"I felt! Believe me: I felt."

Kit pressed back into the headboard as he held his hands up to ward off another chance to feel any part of Janus. She wasn't wearing anything under the top and shorts. Everywhere Kit looked she seemed to have more tanned, flawless skin.

"You don't like the way I feel? I have small breasts. I could have larger breasts. Our healer cannot fix this for me, but we have contacts who could. I know a demon who would make me look any way you wanted if I gave him a virgin."

Thoughts of s*x went out of Kit's head at the words 'demon' and 'virgin.'

"Excuse me? You're serious? First, there are plastic surgeons everywhere in America. Second, finding a virgin these days is almost impossible. Where are you going to get a virgin on short notice? Third -and most important-, your breasts are perfect and if anyone ever tells you to change your body for them? You should kill them. They're wrong."

Janus smiled softly before making an amused sound. She rearranged herself to face him on the bed, crossing her legs in what Kit had called 'Indian Style' until he'd realized how offensive he was being. Her face seemed to change with her smile. It was a subtle shift Kit couldn't put into words.

"You have a beautiful smile."

"And perfect breasts?"

It was Kit's turn to chuckle. His face was heating up with a blush -he could feel the heat rising off his skin- and he wished he wasn't a pale, blond guy for the millionth time in his life. 

"Can I plead the fifth? I could cite 'temporary insanity' or something? Believe it or not, this entire situation is new to me."

"It is new to me, too."

Janus reached across the endless sea of bed between them and touched the back of his hand with her fingers. Logic told Kit he should pull away. Instinct made Kit turn his hand over so she could tangle her fingers with his.

Holding hands with Janus felt more intimate than any s*x Kit had ever had---what was happening to him? Was it possible to develop Stockholm Syndrome in less than twenty-four hours? 

"Where am I?"

"Twenty miles from where you were on the trail."

"Isn't this a national forest?"

Janus shook her head, "No. This is private land bordering the national forest. Our pack has owned this land for four hundred years."

Four hundred years was a long time. Kit started to hear his last class of children singing about Christopher Columbus sailing the ocean blue in 1492 and said the first thing which came to mind to keep from going crazy.

"Are you trying to say you're a werewolf? You're the leader of a group of werewolves who live off the Appalachian Trail and you know demons who make deals for virgins and your 'pack' has been here in this forest for four hundred years?"

Every word made Kit more certain he was being played.

"Yes. Thank you for understanding. My pack said you'd be hard to convince. Un-wolves are not welcome on our lands unless they're mates. I'm glad I won't have to kill your family."

"What?"