Page 7 of Alpha's Claim

The night was nice, actually, although the city just had so many smells that I’d have to get used to. There were a lot of things that were similar to Wilkes-Barre but just to a higher degree- smog, smoke, fish, and cooking food were all familiar scents but here they were so much more intense.

There was another scent floating in the air that I couldn’t place. I’d never smelled this before. It was a soft, sweet scent not quite like flowers. It was like the most divine perfume, but oddly I couldn’t source it and it was so faint I’d lose it every so often before I’d catch it again. I wasn’t sure exactly why I seemed to become immediately obsessed with this aroma, but I found myself almost following it.

The next place I hit up was a club. It was loud and generic, but I seemed to have walked unsuspecting into some kind of an eighties night. I was surprised how much fun it was, even just leaning against the wall and watching everyone make fools of themselves. The outfits, the dancing, and the crowd of older people there dressed up in clothes they would have once worn to school was absolutely charming.

I hit up another bar as I made my way into the club district. It was a little less packed than the dive I just came for, but there were still a ton of people around. I stayed for under an hour. I was instinctively walking around, it seemed. There was no rhyme or reason to my rambling, I was just going. I left the bar with my drink still half full on the counter in front of me, a tip left on the bar top.

Weirdly, I found myself feeling more drunk as I walked. Maybe the alcohol was just taking its time kicking in. I found myself at the doors of a club- the bouncer was a shifter. I immediately felt more reassured that things here I would find a little bit more kinship.

I felt my thoughts turn naturally away from the gloom I had been in before, probably because of the alcohol I’d been drinking. My mind turned to things like the excitement of being in a new space and the opportunities that came with that. My family and friends in the pack. Having my own house. The loyalty and camaraderie I had with Yari. Her constant support even when we argued. Our fierce loyalty. The notion that we would always be fiercely protective of one another- we kind of had that sibling relationship. Like I could pick on her but if anyone else did I’d whoop them.

It wasn’t like I was following that scent. Like what would be the point? At best I’d figure out what perfume it was. It was nuts to think that I could just walk up to whoever the perfume belonged to and just ask. How creepy could you get? Just a random guy coming up and asking why you smelled good? No. I wasn’t that kind of a guy. Honestly I was way too busy in my role of Alpha that I couldn't spend the time dating someone who wasn’t my mate anyways. I had no interest in sowing my oats now that I had a whole pack to care for. I couldn’t imagine letting it distract me no matter how gorgeous the woman was.

At some point I found myself walking up on a club. It was one of those kind of clubs that didn’t look like much from the outside, but you could tell it was there by the unique sign that was graffitied on the wall and the man standing at the door with his arms crossed like an enforcer. Interestingly I could scent immediately that he was another shifter. So were several people moving in and out of the doors. That set me a little bit more at ease. I wasn’t usually one to care too much about our demographics, but this was a new one. A club that seemed to be catering to my demographic.

There was music coming from the doors as they opened and closed. I walked up with my ID in my hand, but I was waved through with a knowing smile. He could smell me, I was sure. He’d have a pretty good idea of how old I was. I shoved my wallet back into my pocket.

The music was actually more pleasant than I expected it to be and it wasn’t as loud as most clubs I had been to. I liked that. It was different and I liked it. Usually I was more of a dive bar kind of guy anyways, but I’d gone to all kinds of places to drink and unwind and this was fairly unique- due to the moderate amount of shifters I could smell here I figured that was probably why. It was modeled with us in mind.

I didn’t order a drink at the bar. I already felt too drunk. I found myself just seated on a bar stool when I was hit again with that scent. Immediately I turned and looked into the crowd. As I turned it felt like I was moving in slow motion. I stood when I saw her- the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Black hair, green eyes, and that smell- I stood and made my way to her, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her like I had never kissed anyone in my life, and she returned it with just as much passion.

“You’re my mate,” she said, panting when we parted.

“Yeah,” lucky for me, I thought, to be destined to be with the most perfectly flawless woman I had ever seen in my life. “We should get out of here.”

“I have a place here in the city. Let’s go there.” She said, pulling away only to grab my hand and fairly drag me out of the club. I laughed as I followed her, finally understanding why the night had led me where it had. I was being led to her. She was the source of the scent. Hell, she was the center of my world now and I didn’t even know her name.

“I’m Weston,” I offered, following her willingly. I needed to get her alone. My mother had warned me of this- the instinctive need to have your mate as soon as you met them. It was so true. I could only hope that she felt the same way I did in that moment.

“Cora.” She responded, turning to look at me with a smile as we made our way quickly to her home. “It’s really close. I promise.” She squeezed my hand as though she needed to reassure me. She could have led me to the gallows and I would have followed willingly, no question.

I felt like we were moving at light speed to get to her home while at the same time moving so slowly we were barely making progress. It felt so much like being high. Like I had smoked one too many joints- it was a great feeling. I loved her already. As we nearly ran I managed to memorize every detail I could when she would turn to look back at me. I knew that everyone who met their mate felt like they were with the most beautiful person in the world, but I couldn’t help upon seeing her thinking that I really had met the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Chapter eight

Cora

Iflewthroughthecity to get back to my apartment. I knew getting one close to the club scene was the right thing to do- it would now get me to my apartment and my bed much faster than if I had picked someone further away but classier. I yanked him into the elevator just past the double doors. I pulled him in for another kiss, pressing myself up against him as the elevator carried us up to my place.

It took every ounce of self-control in my body to get the key into the lock and let us in. The door slammed behind us and he immediately pressed me against the door while I reached for the buttons on his shirt. After a moment I decided it was far too slow to try to undo the buttons and I just used my strength to grip the shirt and tear it off of him while he kissed me. It was amazing. No kiss had ever made me weak at the knees before but once I had pulled the remnants of his shirt off of him I gripped onto him as he pulled me away from the door to yank the zipper of my dress down. I fought my way out of it as I shifted our positions to yank him into the bedroom.

The dress fell off naturally as we moved. Unfortunately, his pants and my underwear didn’t have the good sense to exit so gracefully. It took just a moment to tear the rest of his clothes off as he simply snapped off my underwear and pulled my bra up over my head. I shoved him to the bed and straddled his hips, immediately moving to slide down onto him. I moaned with desire- I had never needed a man like this bad and I knew nobody else would ever fill me like this. It was like he was made for me. He was made for me. He was mine and I was going to prove it.

I didn’t wait to start moving. There was nothing delicate or gentle about this sex- I dug my fingernails into his chest as I moved, riding him aggressively as he gripped my hips. I didn’t take my time with this- I wanted release as soon as possible and then I wanted so much more.

I pulled one of his hands up to my breast. He sat up so I was in his lap, pulling me in and wrapping his mouth around my nipple. I cried out in pleasure, head going back. His mouth was divinity on my skin. Every single nerve was on fire as he pulled his free hand up to massage my other breast. I moved faster and harder as he pleasured me, nipping at my nipple. He knew instinctively how to please me, I thought, as he moved to drag his tongue over my nipple slowly before he sucked it aggressively into his mouth.

His hand slid down my torso as we moved, and he slid his hand between us. He slid his fingers over my wetness and used my own lubrication to massage the center of my pleasure. It was too much, and I came. I felt him thrust up into me a few times before he yanked me down onto him and came inside me.

Weston moved to throw me down onto the bed and I wrapped my legs around his waist when he penetrated me again. I felt like we could do this all night without losing any steam and I could only pray that was true as he moved inside me. We didn’t need to speak to express how we were feeling- neither of us held back vocally, and when he thrust into me just right I gasped, arching up into him.

“Weston, yes!” I cried out, and he moved into me again with laser focus. I couldn’t even think as he pounded into me. I was right on the cusp of a second orgasm before he pulled back and flipped me onto my stomach. My feet were on the ground and my chest on the bed when he gripped my hip and pulled me into him. I let him lead, gripping the sheets even as I whimpered in disappointment at the lost pleasure.

“We have the whole night,” He leaned in to murmur in my ear and I tilted my head out of the way so he could kiss and lick at my neck. He bit down on my shoulder as he yanked me back into him. “I’ll take care of you.” He breathed as he let go. I could barely muster a sound, let alone coherent thoughts by that point. I had never really enjoyed being taken from behind like this, but as he thrust into me I thought that it might be my new favorite position.

He reached up my body and gripped my breast, rolling my nipple through his fingers slowly. It sent shocks of electricity down through my body straight to my core. I could feel myself getting somehow wetter and I tensed around him, only driving him into thrusting into me harder. I cried out and gripped harder onto the sheets, my nails gripping into them to the point that they started to tear. I didn’t care.

I moved my hand up and gripped his hand on my chest, demanding he treat my breasts with as much aggression as he did the rest of my body. The harder he moved inside me the more I wanted him. It didn’t take long for me to cum again. He kept me from collapsing to the floor and kept moving. I had never even made myself come like this. It was long and wracked my body with rapture. At some point I had to move to let him slip out just long enough for me to catch my breath and let my body reset so I could take more without losing my mind.

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