Fated To The Alpha: A Paranormal Shifter Romance by Simply Shifters, Jasmine White Page A

myself become lost in his slate blue eyes, in his hands reaching up to cup my bouncing breasts, and the sensations shooting up through my body from my loins.
    I leaned forward, draping my body across his and wrapping my arms around his head, kissing his face while he stroked my back. He started to grunt, beginning to thrust harder up into me, signaling that he was nearing his release. I worked my pussy muscles more, urging him along, until he finally exploded up inside of me. As we stopped moving and took slow, heavy breaths, I continued to hold him by the head, and kept planting kisses on the side of his face, more slowly now, but with no less passion.
    I slowly rolled off to the side, letting his softening dick slip out of me, but keeping my arms about him as I rested my head on his chest. “I think I needed that,” I said, my fingers lightly stroking his chest.
    “You and me both,” he said.
    “Really?” I replied, lifting my eyes to his face. “You seem pretty okay to me.”
    “Don’t let my calm face fool you,” he said. “I’ve been just as anxious about this whole thing as you are. I know exactly what all your fears are, because I have them too.”
    I frowned. “So, all your posturing about how you’re not going to let anything happen…”
    “It’s not posturing,” he declared without hesitation. “I meant every word. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, Evelyn. I’m not going to let them hurt either of us. That doesn’t mean I’m not still afraid.”
    “Well,” I sighed, “I guess you’re just a better actor than I am.”
    “I hope at least one of us is a convincing actor,” he said. “For both our sakes.”
    *
    I woke up the next morning to find Jeremy’s bed space next to me empty. I knew he hadn’t gone far; I could still smell him in the house, and I could hear someone moving in another room. I got up, put on a robe, stepped out of the bedroom, and found him hard at work in his kitchen, with cluttered dishes all over the place, and smoke starting to rise from the skillet, as he rushed to lift it off the stove and save the eggs he was cooking. He scrambled—no pun intended—to find a spatula and scoop off what was left of his creation onto a plate.
    “I take it you’re not much of a cook,” I observed.
    He looked up at me a bit sheepishly. “I’m not used to having company for breakfast,” he said. “My usual breakfasts consist of a bowl of cereal, and maybe some Pop-Tarts.”
    I laughed a little. “Well, I’ll still eat your cooking anyway. It’s the least I can do.”
    “‘The least you can do?’” he said. “I’m the one making my home yours here. You’re not taking pity on me, are you?”
    “Any reason I should?”
    “Not that I’m aware of,” he said, before getting a look on his face and adding, “Unless you know something I don’t?”
    I laughed some more, and shook my head.
    While the eggs ended up being a little overcooked, the rest of breakfast came out more or less okay. “This actually isn’t too bad,” I told him around a mouthful of bacon.
    “Thanks,” he said. “I was starting to worry for a minute.”
    Of course, that only served to remind me that breakfast was the least of our worries. “You realize we’re going to have to go out and face the pack after we’re done here.”
    “Yes,” he sighed. “You think you’re ready for that?”
    “We faced them all last night,” I said. “That went pretty much okay.”
    “That was only for a few minutes,” he pointed out. “The real test is going to be interacting with them, going through a normal day, acting like one of them. We have to be able to keep up the ruse that you’re just a stray from up north for long term. That’s what you need to be ready for.”
    I sat and thought about it for a moment. Then I looked up at Jeremy with a weak grin and said, “Well, if I could act like I was happy about having to marry my alpha back in my own pack, then I’m sure I can play the part