Resisting the Alpha by Jessica Coulter Smith Page A

the club, he went through a
hidden door she’d never noticed before and stormed into the alley.
    She
landed on her feet with bone-jarring force. Before she could think of something
to say, he’d jerked her skirt up and torn her panties from her body. Her mouth
opened and closed, but nothing came out.
    Micah
jerked his belt from his pants and wrapped it around her wrists, caging her
hands over her head with one of his. Her lips parted as she watched him
unfasten his pants. There was already a bead of pre-cum on the head of his cock
and she wanted to lick it off. Her gaze jerked up to clash with his. The feral
look in his eyes made her heart race.
    “Mine.”
His lips crashed down on hers, his kiss both dominant and brutal. And it only made
her wetter.
    His
free hand lifted her thigh around his hips and as he moved in closer, his cock
brushed against her slick folds. The gentleness of their first coupling was
gone. Micah was more wolf than man right now, but Bridget didn’t mind. She
liked the wildness inside of him and felt her wolf responding in kind.
    He
thrust inside of her with one long stroke and she cried out against his lips.
She felt so very full, and more aroused than she’d ever been before. She didn’t
think things could possibly get hotter between them than their encounter at his
house, but she’d been wrong. As he plunged inside of her again and again, she
was helpless to do anything but accept him. Her nipples pebbled against her bra
and she wanted to break free of her bonds so she could tear her clothes from
her body. She wanted to feel him against her, skin to skin, as he claimed her
once more.
    Micah
released her hands to reach between them and stroke her clit. She dropped her
hands over his head, bringing him closer. He fucked her long and hard, the
force of his thrusts bouncing her against the brick exterior of the building.
She’d likely have a bruise or two later, but gods … was it worth it.
    Sensations
overwhelmed her and she cried out his name as her release ripped through her,
sending her soaring. As her body pulsed from the sheer joy of her climax, she
felt him come inside of her.
    “Mine,”
he said again.
    “Yes,
yours,” she whispered. “Always yours.”
    He
buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply. Micah jerked back, his eyes
golden slits. “What did you do? You smell wrong.”
    “I
had to do it.” Bridget wiggled her hands until the belt fell to the ground.
    “What.
Did. You. Do?”
    “Don’t
you see? We were never going to be equals. You’d always have all of the magick
in the relationship, always be the true alpha. I was inferior.”
    “You
were never inferior. What made you think that I would want you to be anyone
other than who you are? Sarcasm and all.”
    “Micah,
I just…” She blew out a breath. “I was furious when I found out what you’d
done. When Josette told me, I wanted to march right back to the barbeque and
string you up by your balls. But as I thought about it, I realized that maybe
the real problem I had with the whole thing was that I didn’t feel worthy of
you.”
    Micah
opened his mouth, but she raised a hand.
    “Let
me finish. I’ve never felt inferior to any man before, or woman. But with you?
You aren’t just an alpha male. You’re the alpha. And your position deserves respect from your pack. But why would they
respect an alpha female who was merely human? As Josette pointed out to me, any
of your female wolves could have challenged me and I would have been
defenseless against them.”
    “Josette
knew about this?”
    “Don’t
be angry with her. I swore her to secrecy until the time was right.”
    “And
you think now,” he asked, grinding his hips against her for emphasis, “is the
right time?”
    “Well,
I have your undivided attention, don’t I?” She smiled.
    “Don’t
be cute.” He sniffed her again. “You smell like … like the pack.”
    “I
went to the werelock. He brewed a potion for me and now I can sprout fur and