Page 109 of Step Alpha

I moan my assent. It feels so good. So smooth and satisfying. So delicious.

His tongue thrusts in my mouth at the same time he pushes inside me, a simultaneous claiming. One hand slides into my Homecoming gown to cup my bare breast. Wilde devours me, his strong, athletic body in control of every part of my small one. He’s rougher now that my wolf has emerged. It’s okay, because the fleeting pain of his commanding touch is infinitely satisfying. Like my wolf wants it as wild and feral as he can give it.

Wilde’s hips snap as he drives into me, his lips still locked on mine, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipple, making me gasp into his mouth. He swallows my cries. Thrusts harder.

“This is your first time against the wall, baby,” he says in a rough voice. “And then you’re going to have your first time bent over a couch.” He plows into me, driving me up the wall and down again. “And then your first time on your hands and knees. First time in the ass.”

I lose my mind. My nails score the back of Wilde’s neck, drawing blood. I think I’m screaming, I’m not sure. My ears are ringing too loudly to know what that sound is.

There’s a moment of no time. The space between seconds. The vast expanse of a zero point.

And then I come, my channel tightening around Wilde’s dick. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock,” he commands, and I convulse against the wall, my middle shaking and trembling, my inner thighs squeezing like a vise around his hips.

As soon as I finish, he makes good on his promise, carrying me to the arm of the sofa, where he bends me over, spanks me, and takes me again.

Five incredible positions later, it’s past midnight, and I’m as limp as a rag doll, but we hear the howling of wolves in the near distance.

“Come on.” Wilde grabs my hand and tugs me off the bed where he’d just taken my anal virginity. He pulls me outside where we stand naked under the moonlight. He looks at me with wolf eyes. “Want to run?”

My insecurities pop up. My fears. I don’t know how to shift. Last time I shifted, I killed a man.

But Wilde’s standing beside me. My lover. My mate. My sexy, sinful stepbrother. He will take care of me. He’s everything.

I nod. In a blink of an eye, he’s on all fours, an enormous, beautiful black wolf. He licks my calf.

I don’t know what happens. I don’t know how I do it. All I know is I have this intense feeling in my body that I want to run with him, and suddenly I’m looking down at two delicate snow white paws.

I bound forward in surprise, my unfamiliar body twisting with joy in the air.

Somehow, I can tell Wilde’s laughing. His wolf’s mouth is open wide in a crocodile grin. I run to him, bumping my shoulder against his much larger one.

He lifts one mighty paw and throws me to my side, pinning me on my back for a tongue-lapping. I yip and whine in pleasure. In fact, I’ve never felt such ecstasy.

Wilde releases me and nips my flank to get me back on my feet, and then he’s chasing me in the direction of the wolf howls.

We find the kids from Wolf Ridge on the mesa. Some are in their human form, sitting around the fire. Some are naked, like they just shifted back. Others still run and chase each other in wolf form.

Everyone stops when we come into the clearing.

“Is that…”

“It must be Rayne.”

“Yeah, that’s Wilde and Rayne. Holy shit. She’s a white wolf.”

“Black and white. Yin and yang. So cool.”

Suddenly everyone’s in wolf form, gathered around me, sniffing, licking, welcoming me to the pack.

It’s almost too much joy to take. I feel like my heart might explode from the pleasure of it. I want to cry and laugh all at the same time. I lift my nose to the moon and yip and howl with joy.

The pack kids mimic me. Join me. We are one. Joined together by the moon and our blood and rules of this tight-knit community.

And then Wilde nudges me out of the circle. At first, I’m not sure what he wants, but then I realize.

He wants me to run. Tonight, I lead the pack on the full moon run.

I take off and everyone follows, Wilde pacing right alongside me. There are yips and cries of pleasure all around me as we spill down the side of the mountain, chasing our own wildness. Exploring thes sense of freedom. Communion with each other and nature.

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