Call of the Alpha - Part 1(19)

“We’re going to break the damn chair,” she said in between gasps of pleasure. With that said, she got up off of his lap and turned to the kitchen table. She tilted her rear into the air and looked at him from over her shoulder.

Frost needed no further instruction. He approached her from behind and entered her again. She pushed back against him to meet his thrust and within seconds, they were both uttering moans of something that shattered the edges of pleasure and ventured somewhere else. When he reached around and grabbed her breast, it was with force—a force that she had sensed from the beginning that he was capable of. He squeezed her and pinched at her nipple, just hard enough to bring the slightest twinge of pain, and then repeated the action on her clit.

Her first orgasm tore through her and when it hit its peak, she was afraid her knees would buckle and she’d hit the floor. But she had no need to worry about that, as Frost’s hands were at her hips, still thrusting into her and holding her up.


Her second orgasm hit, and this one lasted a long time. As she reached her peak, she felt him stiffen and tumble over the edge with her. When it was over, they both lay on the kitchen floor, holding one another. She looked into his eyes and felt that connection again. It almost felt like they were being held together by some divine string that seemed to thrum through both of them.

In the back of her mind, she knew that the very kitchen floor they now cuddled on had been filled with food the night before. It had been spilled by Frost in some weird fit of…

Fit of what?

She didn’t know. But she thought about his insane healing abilities and the dark shadowy image she had seen in the kitchen last night and she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. It could very well ruin this bliss that she had stumbled into.

Deep down, she knew this would not last. By the time her vacation was over, she figured this little fling with Frost would be, too. He had secrets and there was clearly something different about him. But then there was the eerie, almost supernatural connection she felt with him—a connection that he had also confessed to feeling.

What the hell is happening? she wondered.

She was almost scared to realize that she didn’t care. As she lay in Frost’s arms and felt him gently kiss her hair, she felt more at peace than she had in a long time. As far as she was concerned, the longer she went without any answers, the longer she’d be able to enjoy this mysterious man and all of the many gifts he had to offer her.





Chapter 8




The forest smelled sweet, the pine and dew-drenched ground mingling together to create an aroma that was both calming and invigorating at the same time. It was morning, the sun coming through the trees in brilliant rays that made everything seem just a tad brighter than it actually was.

A figure walked through the woods, sniffing at the air and then turning its face low to the ground. It was looking for a particular scent…a smell that would trigger some sort of reaction to the more primal part of its brain.

It thought that it had nearly picked up the scent about an hour ago but it had turned out to be nothing more than the remnants of a camper’s site. The figure had wound around that and headed deeper into the woods, searching.

It had nearly given up on this stupid hunt. There were better things to do. There were better ways to fulfill its mission. But failure and defeat did not come easy to its kind. There would be no giving up.

It was that mindset that led the figure to the small clearing in the woods. Here, the air seemed crisper. That, mixed with the gentle morning breeze, made picking the scent up very easy. It lifted its nose to the air and inhaled deeply.

The scent hit its nostrils and the neurons in its brain started firing on all cylinders. It was here now…it was in the right place.

It bound through the woods, the scent getting stronger. As it neared the source of the scent, another smell struck it. This was also a familiar scent, musky and powerful. It was a sweet scent but it was somehow enticing and repugnant at the same time. It was the smell of human sex.

These two scents being in the same place at the same time made no sense. It got the figure moving faster.

It came to the edge of the woods and found another clearing. Inside this clearing, there was a house. A small car was parked in front of it. The figure stood at the edge of the woods, taking this all in. Both smells were coming from there, wafting out of the house and carried on the breeze.

The figure smiled and a low growl escaped its throat. It had been hunting for the last two nights and finally, it had come across the object he desired.

Now the hunt was over. The object of the hunt was in that little house, all alone in the middle of the woods. It was over and now it was time to attack.