Chained To The Alpha: A Paranormal Shifter Romance Standalone by JJ Jones

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    I did it. I don’t know what made me think that it was a good idea. To be honest, in my real life, I would never have made that kind of choice. I barely knew this man, but we had already spent one night together. One more night wouldn’t make a difference, would it? I kissed him and his grip on me tightened. He pulled me close to him, a protective embrace that made me forget where I was for a moment. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the feeling of his hard body against mine.
    “What are we doing?” I asked him, my lips still pressed against his.
    “I don’t know.” Well, at least he was honest. “Do you want me to stop?”
    I considered for a moment before I answered. I could feel him tensing up, getting ready to pull away from me. I realized that I didn’t want him to pull away. In fact, I wanted him closer.
    “No.” I was breathless. “Don’t stop.”
    That was all he wanted to hear as he pulled me closer to him. My arms wrapped around his neck and I pulled him closer to me as well. We were as close as our clothes would allow us to be. I could feel his hardness pressing against me through our jeans.
    “I can feel you.” I traced one of my arms down his body and began to stroke him through his clothes.
    He growled. “Damn it. You drive me crazy,” he admitted as he rocked his hips towards me, begging for more without having to say it. I worked his zipper and he moaned against my lips as I freed his organ.
    “Do you want me to stop?” I was teasing him. I already knew the answer.
    “No.” He was panting as my hand wrapped around him, touching him as he began to rock his hips harder and harder. “I want you.”
    “I want you too.”
    It didn’t take us long to remove our clothes. I don’t know how we managed to do it so quickly in our bed of leaves, but we did it. That part of it was all kind of a blur, something that really wasn’t worth remembering as we positioned ourselves. I climbed on top of him, pausing as his body seemed to twitch at every touch of my skin. I needed to feel him and slowly began to lower myself onto him.
    He wanted me. I could tell by the way his body reacted, by the growls that seemed to echo through our small chamber that we had made out of branches and leaves. It took a long time to finish my descent onto his manhood. I was panting and struggling to keep myself in control. I wasn’t going to last much longer after this point. I started to bounce, moving up and down on him as I brought myself to the edge of release. I screamed over him, feeling the sensations of his hands running over my body, touching me in places that I hadn’t been touched in a long time.
    It was bestial. No words were exchanged as we did more than make love. It was in the realm of mating, but it wasn’t official. We had a connection that seemed to transcend the moment that I was in. We had forgotten about the dangers of the forest. It was just animal noises and a struggle for breath between every moment. We needed each other, and we gripped each other as we rode to the edge of pleasure together, it was the second time for me as I shifted my body against his. I groaned as my release came closer and closer. His eyes were wild and his hands were on my hips. I needed this as I screamed my body’s intentions to him. He groaned and started to make me move faster and faster.
    We finished together, and then I collapsed on top of him. It took me a few minutes to regain my breath and roll off of him. He gazed into my eyes and I met his stare. I needed to feel his arms around him, but I was suddenly ravenous. I reached up and picked up a piece of the meat. We spilt our meal then carefully conserved every bit of the water that we could. A few swallows would have to do for now. He reached out of the tent; it was starting to get heavier now.
    “Finish your water. We’ll refill with some snow.” The precipitation was a blessing from the sky. We could make it through this.
    “Too bad we don’t have