Alpha’s Secret: A Bear Shifter Romance (Bad Boy Alphas Book 10)
Alpha’s Secret: Chapter 7

Jordy

The dream starts as soon as I shut my eyes, like it was waiting for me. A dark monster in my head, snapping its jaws, swallowing me whole. I’m in the secret vampire club. Augustine is there, a menacing presence. That’s not right—he should be a comfort. I strain to remember the times when he was a comfort before. But in this dream’s time and place, Augustine is not benevolent. He’s not my friend. He’s just my master.

“This her?” another vampire asks. Augustine confirms yes. Their voices are muted in that dream state, but I know they’re talking about me. Hands begin to crawl up my flesh, stroking and probing, taking liberties. I should lie still—Augustine orders me to—but I can’t. I fight and get restrained for my trouble. Not with ropes. With hard hands.

“Feisty little thing,” the other vampire comments.

“Not usually,” Augustine grunts. His voice drips disgust. I know he despises shifters, and in this moment he makes no effort to hide his feelings. I feel small, inferior even as the hands on me dirty my skin. “Be still,” my master hisses again.

“Let me.” The strange vampire says and digs his fingers into my skin. I arch and try to cry out but my throat is a tomb. The aura of this predator is so strong, it’s suffocating. The air’s too thick to breathe. “That’s it,” the vampire says in mocking reassurance. “Be easy.” His fingers are claws now, slicing my skin. The blood flows. “Be still and give me what we want.” His lips find my chest. I jerk once, and still again. This isn’t a dream. It really happened. “Good girl,” the one-eyed vampire croons, and, lowering his head to my left breast, begins to feed.

Grizz

I lie in the dark, trying to rest. Jordy’s breathing funny, soft puffs against my bare chest. It is not helping. Every time I try to relax, she whimpers and presses close to me, and it’s all over. I’m sprung.

With a sigh, I roll to my back. My dick sticks up like a flagpole, tenting the sheet. Yeah, yeah. I’m hot for this chick, I get it. Enough already. I will my cock to go down.

A choking sound makes my eyes fly open. Jordy jerks against me, her little fingers digging into my raw chest. It hurts, but I don’t fucking care.

Something’s wrong. She’s upset. Her face is screwed up tight, her mouth open like she’s trying to scream.

“Kit.” I thumb her cheek and she convulses so hard she nearly hits my chin. What the fuck?

“Kit. Come on, wake up. Jordy. Jordy!”

Jordy

Someone’s calling my name. I follow the voice down the dark tunnel, stumbling towards the light.

“Jordy!”

My eyes fly open and I heave in a breath like I’ve been underwater.

“Fucking fates, Kit, what was that?”

“I had a dream,” I whimper, and flinch as he cuts on the light. “A bad one.”

“It’d have to be bad. You were thrashing and crying out.” He cups my chin, examines my face. “Here.” He reaches over and grabs the glass of water by the bedside table and hands it to me. “You wanna tell me what it’s about?”

“No,” I say honestly. I don’t want to relive it. I don’t want to talk about that night. I don’t want to remember it. Ever.

He waits, expectant. I’m grateful for the reprieve, a chance to get my heartbeat back to normal.

I open my mouth. I could tell him. I’ve already spilled so much. But this would be the final betrayal. Augustine took me to the one-eyed vampire and they—

No. I can’t.

Grizz frowns at me, his forehead puckered as if he’s trying to read my thoughts. I lick my lips. He could order me to tell him.

But he doesn’t. “Okay, Kit,” he says, and switches the light back off. He’s given me a choice.

“Come here.” He tugs me down next to him.

I shrink away from his beat up chest. “No. I’ll hurt you.”

His chuckle fills my ears, a dark, velvety sound. “You could never hurt me. You’re too little.”

“I am not that small,” I protest, but he just tugs me down.

“You are small,” he settles me against him. “But perfect.” His scarred lips caress my ear.

“I don’t know if I can go back to sleep,” I inform him, a bit breathlessly.

A pause. “You want me to help?”

Another choice. I revel in it. “Yes,” I decide. Even if it’s just an order, I want it. I chose.

But he doesn’t give me an order. Instead, he shifts me in his arms so I’m lying fully against him, my hips cradled in his. My head doesn’t quite reach his chin, but he must bow his head because his breath stirs my hair.

“Now, what should I do to help you sleep?” His hand begins to drift upwards, creeping up my leg, taking the big shirt with it.

“Whatever you want,” I whisper. Because it’s true. My body lies against him, soft and compliant. My mind might still fight it, but he owns my body. My fox is ready for him to stake his claim.

“What do you want, little fox?” I love the deep rumble of his voice against my ear.

I fold one leg up, knee toward the ceiling to give him access.

He growls his approval and shoves down the covers. Heat flares everywhere—across my skin, between my legs. It’s a different kind of heat than I’m used to. Submission always turns me on, but this is like arousal times twelve. My pussy turns molten, heart rate ramping. I’m itchy and feverish and he hasn’t even touched me intimately yet. Knowing he’s going to claim me—possibly roughly—thrills not just the submissive in me but also my fox. That’s what’s different. What makes it feel so right.

He crawls down and grips the thigh I have lifted. “You inviting me down here, Kit?”

I jerk at the first flick of his tongue. Fates, it’s like a bolt of lightning shooting straight through my clit and out to every nerve ending in my body. My nipples turn hard as diamonds, nails sink into his empty pillow beside me.

He traces the inside of my labia, circles my clit. I squirm, pushing my knee against his head involuntarily. “Uh uh, Kit. You stay open for me while I lick this sweet pussy of yours.”

I shiver, my pussy contracting at the order. No one’s ever licked me there. Augustine tortured my clit plenty of times, sure. He spanked it, pinched it, put clips on it. But he never put his own mouth on me. I’ve never felt the velvety smoothness of a tongue on my most sensitive bits before.

I don’t mean to—it’s not slave-like at all—but I reach down and grip his hair, tugging him into me again.

He chuckles. “That’s right, little fox. Take your pleasure.”

Take my pleasure.

What a wicked, terrible thought. But he told me to. It was an order, right?

I surrender to the sensations—of his tongue, his deep, dominant growls, the commanding grip of his huge hand on my thigh. I lift my core to his mouth, wriggle and undulate.

He flips me to my back and pushes my other knee back, too, spreading me wide. I cry out when he licks me from anus to clit. He returns to my opening, penetrating me with his tongue. It’s not enough, and I don’t mean to demand, but I do—fates help me, I do. I grip his head and push his mouth against me, lift my pussy. He releases one of my thighs and shoves two fingers into me, rough.

I yip with pleasure, my eyes rolling back in my head. “Grizz!” I cry out, the panic that comes before an orgasm flooding me.

“That’s right, Kit. Who makes you scream?”

My mind can barely follow the question, I’m so close to coming. “Um…you do!” I scream as he repeatedly hits my G-spot with his huge fingers. “Grizz does! Oh please, Grizz.”

“You don’t have to beg, just take it,” he growls.

I come like an explosion. A bursting open. A simultaneous emptying and filling. My body rages beneath his skilled fingers and tongue, legs thrashing, pelvis jerking. My internal muscles squeeze and release, quake. He stops pumping, instead stroking my G-spot with his fingers as he sucks and licks my clit.

The earthquake passes and I whimper, falling limp. My knees splay open, body boneless.

Grizz lifts his head and licks my juices off his lips. “You taste like honey.”

A shocked laugh falls from my lips and I reach for him, wind my arms around his neck. “Says the bear.”

He nips my neck. “Bears love honey.”

I attempt to push him to his back so I can return the favor, but it’s an impossible feat when he’s on top of me, pinning me to my back. I reach for his cock between our bodies. It’s huge and thick and hard for me. I give it a squeeze, but his growl has censure in it.

I instantly let go, eyes wide.

“Shh.” He strokes my cheek. “I’m helping you sleep.”

“May I please suck your cock?” I almost said, master’s cock, as I’d been trained, but caught myself in time.

Still, Grizz narrows his eyes. “No,” he growls and settles beside me, pulling me in to spoon against him. His body is huge and warm and completely wraps my smaller one. My fox sighs in contentment. After a moment of silence in which I worry about what I did wrong, he murmurs against my ear. “Sleep, little fox. You’re safe here. I won’t let anyone hurt you. That’s a promise.”

Now I sigh, too.

He strokes my arm. “Everything’s going to be all right. You’re always safe with me, Kit.”

Happiness—a dangerous feeling—descends over me and I sink into it. Let the contentment of my orgasm and the safety of Grizz’s arms and words lull me into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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