Pack Alpha (Were Chronicles)

Chapter 9:


Marissa pressed herself against Gage. His body was strong and solid everything she needed right now.
Gage held her tight and close. Kissing her mouth wanting to draw her pain away.
"Upstairs. I want you in my bed." He whispered in her ear.
Marissa shivered at his declaration. No more hiding. No shame in being with a wolf. She didn’t have to hold back her needs with him. "Okay upstairs."
Gage took her mouth again this time with more force. Marissa gave herself to him willingly. Lifting her Gage wrapped her around him. "Well take this upstairs then talk about your punishment for talking back to me. Again."
Marissa scraped her teeth over his neck. "Maybe later.’
Gage chuckled. "Yeah."
They barely made it up to his room without him ripping her clothes off. Luckily they didn’t run into anyone to slow them down. Gage kicked his bedroom door open. Marissa was doing amazing and rousing things with her tongue on his neck and ear.
He dumped her uncermonaly on the bed. Marissa bounced laughing then looked around the room. "Oh wow."
Gage was already pulling his shirt over his head. "Yeah. Strip."
Laughing Marissa kneeled on the giant bed. "This room is huge." Although there were no lights on she could see clearly enough. The bed was up two steps on a platform. To her left were balcony doors and to her right a sitting area with couch, table and chairs, and a flat screen TV. A door on the far wall would probably lead to a bathroom.
"You’re not undressed." Gage growled at her.
Marissa looked up and took in the naked body in front of her. Lean and muscular. Tan with no tan lines. She scooted closer on her knees. "You’re room distracted me. Now you have distracted me." She licked a small circle on his chest.
Gage pulled her back by her hair. "Strip for me."
Marissa pressed a kiss into his chest. "Please let me to this Gage."
She needed to feel in control of something. He understood. "Okay baby."
Smiling up at him he watched her eyes twinkle. Reaching out she pulled him onto the bed. Gage let her lay him on his back. Then she straddled him and he knew his control was going to be in question.
Marissa took her time kissing Gage’s lips, running her teeth over his neck and chin, before lavishing his chest. With hands to his sides he allowed her to explore his body. And what a body it was. She breathed in his scent. Rich, dark, and male. She rubbed her face and body against his moving down.
"Marissa." Gage tried to pull her back up.
Wiggling she moved lower to the object she wanted most. Licking from the base up she felt him let out a rush of breath. Then with just the tip of her tongue she teased the head.
"Marissa." Gage hissed out.
Laughing eyes met his as she opened and took him deep into her mouth. Gage groaned dropping his head back down. She had a wicked little tongue and was humming as she took his cock in and out.
Adding her hand she stroked him and sucked him deeper into the back of her throat. He was salty and her body responded as his hips bucked to press himself deeper into her mouth.
"That’s it. Suck me baby."
Marissa did. Tipping her head back she took him as far as she could while sucking him deep.
"Stop." He ordered.
Marissa gave him one last lick before looking up at him with sparkling eyes.
"Come here."
Marissa moved up Gage’s body slowly. Arousing both of them with the rub of her body on his. When she was straddling his thighs one more time he gripped both her hips.
Lifting herself Marissa took Gage’s hard cock in her hand and teased her pussy lips with it. Moaning she teased herself and him.
Gage ground his teeth together trying to hold on control so he did just thrust up and take her.
When she took just the tip of him inside she bit her bottom lip. Sliding down slowly she felt her body adjust to his girth. When he was fully inside she rocked forward.
Gage moaned at the feel of being inside. Her hot body surrounded him. Still gripping her he began to thrust me to meet her every time she rocked.
Marissa cried out throwing her head back. She rode him faster as he thrust up.
Gage matched her speed bringing her down harder.
"Yes." Marissa leaned forward with her hair streaming over both of them. Making a curtain around them.
Opening his eyes Gage had never seen anything more beautiful than this woman taking him but he wanted more. He wanted the connection. To fill her deeper in every way. Slipping one arm around her waist he flipped her onto her back.
Surprised Marissa opened her eyes but couldn’t speak as Gage covered her slamming in harder.
Moving her legs over his shoulders Gage moaned deeply as she took him deeper. He could feel himself slip incredibly deep.
"Oh." Marissa cried out.
"Stay with me." Gage grunted out. Slamming into her over and over.
Marissa felt her body spasm. Reaching up she grabbed his arms. "Yes. Harder."
Gage let go of the last of his control. Roaring he took her not only as a man takes a woman but as a wolf would take his mate.
She was still screaming when the first organism passed and another hit stronger taking all breath away.
Gage threw his head back and yelled out his own release before collapsing on top of her.

Pack Alpha (Were Chronicles)

Chapter 5:



Marissa felt her back meet the grass as Gage laid her down. His weight quickly covered her sending her mind electric currents. His eyes met her briefly before he reclaimed her mouth. This kiss wasn’t as forceful as the last it was more coaxing. As if he was trying to get her body to trust his. Her body didn’t care about trust it just wanted him hard and fast.
When his mouth again started to trail down she took the opportunity to pull off his torn shirt. She yanked releasing the remaining material from his body. He sat up between her legs and she felt his gaze burn into her as he slowly lifted the T-shirt she had dressed in earlier. He had more control more patience then her and when Marissa raised her hand to help he slapped it away.
“Mine.” He growled at her.
Marissa tried to close her legs in hope of relieving the ache between them. But he only spread his knees wider moving her legs with him. If she had been naked she would have been spread out wide for him. The way she wanted to be.
“Gage. Now. Please now.”
He bent his head and smiled at her. “Giving the Alpha orders little one?” He ran his tongue over the silky cup of her bra. “You shall be punished for that.”
This time he licked one hard nipple through the silk. Marissa’s body jerked. “Oh Please.”
Running his teeth down from her chin to the opening clasp he chuckled. “You will beg little one. Before I am finished you will beg.” He used his teeth to tear open her bra.
Marissa thought she might explode right there when his hot moist mouth covered one nipple. Her hands went to the back of his head to hold him to her. Her body screaming for more.
Without removing his mouth he grabbed her hands and placed them over her head. “Keep your hands there.” He told her before moving to the other breast and nipple.
Marissa tried she really did but when his body started moving down hers her hands automatically to his shoulders. Gage growled and nipped at her wrist. The sharp pain had her gasping and arching into him at the same time.
He placed her hands back over her head, gave her a stern look, before returning to using his tongue to trail down her body.
Liquid fire that is what it felt like. Marissa desperately tried to grab onto anything to keep her hands still. Clawing at the grass and dirt she dug her hands in trying to anchor herself. She’d never felt this hot this needy and he was torturing her.
Skipping the cotton shorts Marissa was wearing gage slowly brought one of her legs up running his tongue behind her knee. He moan of torture had his cock almost bursting and his balls drawn up tight.
He followed the path from her knee to the edge of her shorts.
“Yes. Yes.” She repeated over and over her head moving from side to side.
Smiling Gage slowly started to peel the shorts off. The crotch was wet giving him cause to stop and smell.
“Little wolf is dripping for me.” He mused out loud.
“Yes. Yes I am.”
He pulled her shorts all the way off and threw them behind him. Then with a gentle touch he ran one finger over the crotch of silk panties. The only barrier left for her. “Wet. So wet and hot.”
Leaning over he closed his mouth over the silk sucking.
“Oh. God. Oh. Please.” Marissa moved her legs together to hold him in place.
Pressing both hands on her thighs he opened them back up. “Do you not have any control over your body?” he teased. “Hold still.”
Hold still? Was he joking? She was going to go insane.
Pulling away from Marissa’s body Gage watched her.
He eyes flew open. “No. Don’t stop!”
Lifting one elegant eyebrow gage gave her an annoyed look. “Orders again. You just can’t help yourself can you?”
Before she could respond Marissa found herself flipped and on all fours. She dug her hands and knees into the ground. “Yes. I mean no. I mean…please just take me.”
Gage let Marissa feel his arousal by leaning his body over hers. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes. Oh please yes.”
With shaky hands Gage released himself and pulled his jeans off. Going back to her body her ran his hands down her flank and over her curves. Perfect this female was perfect. Inhaling her scent he bent his head licking her entire spine.
Marissa arched for him. If she could just get him inside. She started to reach back with one hand.
“No. Don’t move.” He ordered.
She screamed in frustration but he only laughed at her.
“No control.” Placing a kiss in the small of her back he pulled away briefly.
Marissa turned her head to complain and was shocked by the feel of his hand on her ass.
‘Smack’
“Ahhhhhhhhh.” Bracing herself with her hands Marissa trembled. “What?”
“Need to learn manners.” Smack.
Marissa cried out again.
“Need to learn restraint.”
‘Smack.’ Smack’
“I…what…No!”
‘Smack’
“Someone should have taught you to follow orders along time ago.”
Tears where forming in her eyes. Marissa had never been treated like this. This wasn’t some sex game, this was real, punishment, and it hurt. “No. Stop please.”
Gage landed three more slaps with his hand. She was saying stop but kept lifted that beautiful ass for the next time his hand came down. Her arousal had also not been this high yet.
Her clit throbbed. She could taste blood from where she was biting her lip. Her mind was filled with emotions she didn’t understand but didn’t really care about.
He’d stopped spanking her and was rubbing his hands over her reddened ass. There had never been such a gorgeous sight.
Slipping a finger between her folds he grinned at her moan. Pulling his finger out he positioned himself behind her. Reaching one hand into her hair he yanked back her head as he plunged inside.

Pack Alpha (Were Chronicles 1)

This is the beginning of the Were Chronicles Please feel free to comment and let me know what you think.


Chapter 1: Part 1

Marissa took a drink of coffee she had picked up at the last gas station. The hot liquid burned her tongue and tasted like slug. It wasn’t Starbucks that was for sure.
She had flown into the Texas International Airport and rented a car to drive the rest of the way to the small town that her sister called home. Her mind was busy thinking about how her sister Elizabeth had been so excited about moving here. But looking at the passing scenery of trees, and trees, and more trees Marissa didn’t get it.
Rolling her window down and turning Bon Jovi even louder on the stereo she concentrated on the drive not the reason for coming. She was dreading going into Pack territory. But Elizabeth was the only family she had left; and after finding her mate she wanted Marissa there for the mating ceremony.
That brought a smile to her face as she glanced at the invitation in the seat next to her. She wanted Elizabeth to be happy and Greg sounded like a nice guy. She had spoken to him numerous times on the phone and he had always been respectful toward her. And that wasn’t common. A were in a pack that couldn’t shift was an outsider. And everyone except Elizabeth had treated her that way her entire life.
Marissa had left the pack she’d been raised in as soon as she could. Never to step foot on any pack territory again. That was until later today.
Elizabeth had stayed until she met Greg. After the initial meeting he had offered her a teaching position at the elementary school and she had taken it. He had been courting her ever since. Marissa smiled at the thought. Greg had known he wanted her and he patiently waited. It had taken Elizabeth a year to agree to the mating ceremony but she finally did. Marissa also knew one of the reasons Elizabeth had been holding off was because of her.
Marissa had the same instincts as any other wolf and with that came the need of a pack but she had given up on that a long time ago. She grew up alone and would always remain that way. In the middle between a shifter and a human. She had received many gifts due to her genes. The extended lifespan, the wolf traits, and some enhanced features but not enough.
But Marissa would put everything she had into this week and the ceremony that meant so much to her sister.
The difference between her and Elizabeth had grown as they had aged. That was why Marissa had never visited Elizabeth’s new home. She wasn’t scared of being on pack territory she just didn’t want to be faced with all those males and their egos just. And from what she understood the pack's alpha or leader was pretty young himself. But around other wolves the female came out of her; demanding she mate with one of her own kind. The problem was there wasn’t one of her own kind around. So as long as she avoided everyone except her sister as much as she could and keep her urges inside everything would be okay. She would not act like the wolf she couldn’t shift into.
And if the Alpha was anything like her old one she’d just tell him where to stick it. The idea of telling the alpha of a territory to go to Hell made her smile wide and laugh. She wasn’t seventeen anymore. She wasn’t a scared little girl who had to follow everything someone told her. No she thought to herself. She was a grown woman. And she was going to enjoy the time with her sister.
Marissa’s long brown hair flew around her face as the wind coming in from the open window lifted it off her back. Her green eyes were shining behind her dark eyeglasses. She was going to enjoy this trip if it killed her.
She wore a pair of hip hugging jeans and a pink tight T-shirt. The paint on her toe nails matched the color of her shirt, as did the flip-flops. It was a far cry from the suit is wore everyday as an office assistant. She felt free.
When she almost missed the turn off to the territory gate and turned the car sharply to the left; the back of the car skidded around and kicked up dirt. Laughing she straightened the car and slowed her speed. She didn’t think Gage Wolf Alpha of the territory would be happy if she took out a couple of trees.
When she reached the gate she stopped and waited for the guard. He didn’t disappoint. A man over six feet came over to the window; he leaned down and smiled at her.
“Can I help you?” He asked in a husky voice.
She smiled back taking a deep breath. If all the men were this good-looking she had her work cut out for her. They’d flirt and tease with her and she had to be strong and resist. Because as soon as they knew her secret she wouldn’t exist any longer to them. And no matter what she said to herself the rejection always hurt. “I am Elizabeth Boyd’s sister. I need directions to her house please.”
His smile didn’t change and he nodded. “Give me just a minute.” He winked and headed to the guardhouse and picked up the phone.
No doubt checking with the Alpha asking if she could come in and play. With her own sister.
She smiled at him as he came back to the car. “Problem?”
“Not at all.” He said shaking his head and gave her directions to her sister’s house.
“My name’s Steve if you want to get together later.” He told her.
She continued to smile. Not in this life she told herself. “Hmm we’ll see.” She said careful not to commit to anything that he could hold her too later. The laws of the pack were much different then the laws were she lived. Marissa knew them all and had only ever broken one.
Shaking that unpleasant thought from her head she drove through the gate. Looking back into the rear view mirror she saw Steve standing with a smile on his face. She sighed. “Down girl.” She told herself. “This is pack territory.”

Pageant Moms

Pageant Mom:

She walked into the rehearsal hall with attitude. With her stylish short blond hair perfect, her expensive clothes freshly pressed, and her make-up professional done.
I watched as she glanced over me.
Dismissing me with my long brown hair hanging in my face, old jeans and T-shirt, and no make-up. Not up to her standards.
The miniature her trailed slowly behind with her hands pressed together. Pretty little girl much like her mom, but huh, you have to wonder if she had the same personality.
They didn’t sit with us but took seat 4 rows behind.
That’s okay. This isn’t my first time. I’ve put years into this. I know what to expect.
Once rehearsal starts the kids take the stage.
I’m proud of my daughter. She looks beautiful up there dancing. Her love for the music lighting up.
I talk with the other moms. Comment on how the light catches the glitter in the costume.
Up on stage the girls twirl and dance. Getting steadier on their feet. We applaud as they finish up.
Kisses and hugs are given as the next class takes the stage. Time to switch costumes. We praise our girls and begin to work on exchanging the dresses.
All but one mom. I can hear her behind me pointing out mistakes.
I shake my head.
The mom is only repeating what the instructor already said.
I can see the tears shining in the little girls eyes.
I get angry.
The girls are here for fun! At this age we are lucky they remember the entire routine.
But I let it go, none of my business.
My little one twirls in the puffy dress. Look at me! She calls.
Yes she is beautiful and having so much fun.
We’ve worked hard for this. 9 months of classes three times a week. But in the end it’s all worth it.
The other class finishes and the teenagers take the stage.
They are classic and talented. Hard work showing from years of practice.
That is what our children strive for.
With bobby pins in my mouth I change my daughter’s hair style from curly pony-tail to a high bun.
Four years has taught me the easiest way to do this. After I am finished we switch kids.
I put the next girl’s hair up as her mom helps my girl with her bows.
We work as a team. One mom doing the same for each girl so they looked uniformed and perfect.
All but one.
We’d barley finished with the class was called back on stage.
It would be worse the day of the program with costume changes. But we’d get plenty of practice today.
The girls go through the routine once. Then a second time. On the third the pageant mom stands up and walks over to the teacher.
We can all her say. “Excuse me but I really think ‘Susie’ should be up front.”
We all exchange looks.
It wasn’t because my kid was one of the ones up front.
It wasn’t because this woman was a snob.
It was because she was taking the joy of dance from her daughter that I enjoyed the look the teacher gave.
As the teacher quietly but forcefully dressed the woman down I smiled and leaned back in my chair.
I could have warned her not to address the teacher.
I could have. I knew what she was going up there for. But I didn’t.
And I smiled when the lady was told “If she didn’t like it she could leave and come back at Five and pick her daughter up.
Yes I could have warned her that I’d seen parents get kicked out for less than that.
But like the sign in the entrance says. “We don’t need Pageant Moms.”

Research

This morning I am blogging about reasearch. Research, research, and research! I've been looking into serial killers for a couple months now. Not on;y on the internet and books but I have become obsessed with crime drama on History, biography, A&E, all all those channels. Cold case files, The dead speak, 48 hours, nortorious, all of them! I finally gave my hubby a break this weekend and turned on the deadliest ctach marathon.
But anyway I am researching serial killers not to become one but to write about one. I will also have a pyshic and the FBI in the story. And of course the serial killer will be caught. I just haven't decided how yet.
I am not going to have him kill prostuates because that is over-done. However he will have his own signature. The dump sites will all be the same but I'm not going to give away all the secrets, at least not yet anyway! But I will tell you that he bites off their right pinkie finger. Yes you heard that right. Kinda creeped my hubby out too.
I am also looking into the pyshic part of this and I think that is creepier than the serial killer.
I am not sure if I'm a believer or not. Of course some part of me does. I'm a writer, I'm superstious, but I just don't know if I want to know if someone can read my mind, or see spirts, or have visions. You know what I mean. Let me know what you think. Do you beleive and if so why? Also have you ever seen a spirit? My dad swears he has.
I am super excited about this book. Stay tuned.

Changing genre

Changing Genre is not that difficult for me. I like to write paranormal, urban fantasy, and erotic short stories. After being told over and over again that vampires are just so overdone right now I have put Eternal aside and decided to concentrate on one of the first stories I'd started about a serial killer. Except I have added a paranormal twist. The problem with this is that it is alot more in dept and research driven. Just the pyshic part of the book is taking alot of digging. Then add all the serial killer stuff, his signature, why he does this, his childhood, profiling, etc. And last but not least is the law enforcement part of this. I do have one up as with my experience with guns (hubby owns a gun store) I know what I am talking about when it comes to weapons. I have left the love connection alone between the characters only extended it some. Letting them take there time to give in to their desire and needs.
I am looking forward to writting this. On Saturday my dad and I went to Barnes and Noble where I picked up some suspense books with serial killers and the Rachel Vincent book Rogue. We drank coffee and talked about our work. He added a couple of great ideas for mine, and I think I helped him out also.
I am super excited about his work. I think this book is going to be the absouolte best. I think it will be early Stephanie Plum funny. I can't wait to get to read it as he's writting.
I am very lucky to have his support and the abilty to bounce ideas off of him. For my birthday he gave me a a leather notebook with my initals engraved on it. This is the first story that I have gotten to use it. And I can't tell you how cool that is. I was working on my outline Friday night and kept picking it up and writting notes in it. Finally hubby looks at me and asks What I am doing?
You see this is new for us. I have asked him to read some of my work, but he just tells me that this is my thing. Which is why I bounce ideas off of daddy and my rock. But he finally read one of my stories (while I was gone) and admitted that he liked it. I was surprised to say in the least. So I told him about the ideas for this book, and with only a few smartass comments, he listened pretty well.
So I have alot of work ahead of me....so wish me luck.

Contest: Short story

Well hello again. Just an update on what's been going on. I entered a short story contest. You send in a story between 8000-10000 and the companys let their readers download it for free. Then the readers vote on their fav. So I sent my story in Feb and the contest went for the month of March. So I got an email yesterday that I placed 3rd out of 36th. So I did not win the contract. Although third place is not bad. So even though I am dissapointed I will not give up. I will still send my stories out. Beside if Stephen King or Nora Roberts gave up, where would we be?