Alpha's to Mate: 3 Book Shifter Romance Bundle

Chapter 3-2

When he reached the end of the hall, he threw open a nondescript service door and carried her through the threshold. Suddenly, they were outside standing on a set of stairs she had not noticed when they arrived at his building the night before, as she had been too consumed with desire for him. He took the stairs two at a time, shocking her with his physical strength. Though he moved quickly, she was not jostled about at all as he held her close to him. Soon, they reached the top and she was shocked by what she saw.

The entire top of the building was his own playground. There was an infinity pool, leading right to the edge of the building, with lush furniture scattered all over and a large round piece that was unmistakably a bed. It stood there, in the middle of the roof, on tops of the world as they overlooked the city. He did not hesitate for her to take in any more details. He was to the bed in three strides. It was covered in luxurious pillows and throws. It looked like something one would expect in a sultan’s palace.

She knew then that this was why he had brought her to the roof. He wanted her there, on that bed and she wanted it too. There was no cover, but there were also no buildings higher than his. She wanted to be free, to scream his name at the top of her lungs, to cry with pleasure and have only the sounds of the city underneath to answer her back.

He deposited her on the edge of the bed and gripped the edge of her dress. In one quick motion, he tore it right in two. She could hear beads bouncing on the ground beneath them and she knew that she should be sad at the loss of the pretty dress Gwen had gotten for her, but it was the sexiest thing she had ever experienced. He then lifted her again and moved her to the center of the bed. The desire in his eyes was so evident that she was sure he would enter her immediately.

Instead, he gently eased her legs apart, baring the most intimate part of her too him. She felt herself blushing as he lowered his head towards her tender folds. With his tongue, he licked her, so gently at first that she was not entirely sure it was really happening. Then, though, his caress became more intense, guiding her towards the height of passion. Each time she thought that he was about to allow her the sweet release of her organism, he pulled back, only to begin again as he tortured her with sweet passion. She felt as if she was floating on a cloud, with the soft bed beneath her and only the sky above her. It was as if they were the only two people in the world.

Neither of them spoke. The only sounds on the entire rooftop were her groans of pleasure. As she nears completion again, she sighed his name as if it was a prayer and he could hold himself back no longer. He surged up in to her in one fluid motion and the sensation was nearly enough to drive them both mad with desire. At first, he moved in and out of her slowly and rhythmically, her moving in sync with his body, but as she came closer and closer to the brink of pleasure, he was overtaken with the most primal of need and could pull himself back no longer.

Thrusting wildly, he gripped her tightly to keep her just where he wanted her. Tarsha felt as though she was melting and boiling all at once, never having felt pleasure like that before. Finally, she shook and shrieked with pleasure as he came within her and her own body came to completion as well.

It was only then that Cole emerged from the fog of desire to look at the satisfied woman lying beside him. He could not help but take pride in the knowledge that it was he who had brought her such joy. Still, he was a bit shocked at himself. He had never brought anyone to the roof before. The hardest thing for him since moving to the city had been the lack of privacy outdoors.

As a werebear, he had spent more than half his life in the open air. To remedy the lack of it in the city, he had created his rooftop paradise. It was where he spent most of his time when he was home alone and he did not like to share it. He often spent his nights sleeping on the very bed they now laid on instead of the king bed in the apartment under them.

Lovemaking was only to happen in the main apartment, but when she had thrown herself in to his arm, his only thought had been of making love to her under the open sky. He had acted on instinct and he could not regret it. What he had just shared with her was the most thrilling s*x of his life. His inner bear was crying out for him to grab the girl, to make her his own. He could not deny the call within him, but he told himself that it was just a reaction to the pleasure that they had just shared, not actual feelings for a girl he knew nothing at all about.

She propped herself up then and scooted to the edge of the bed. As she rose, he could not deny something hollow forming in his chest, as though he was no longer complete. She made no effort to gather the shreds of her tattered dress from the floor. He rose and came towards her yet again, uncomfortable with the distance between them.

“You are a unique creature,” he mused, unable to keep his hands at his side any longer. He reached out his hand and grazed her cheek gently. Her eyes snapped up and locked with his. Something seemed to shift inside of him. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Looking deep in to her eyes in that moment was more intoxicating than most of the lovemaking he had ever experienced through his playboy lifestyle. The sparkle in her eyes seemed to ignite something deep within him that he had never known existed and it terrified him. He dropped his hand quickly and stepped away, trying to shake off the feelings that were filling his mind and his heart.

“I do my best. I really do need to go now,” she said, seeming to sense the inner turmoil within him. Clearly, he was feeling exactly what she was. He was drawn to her and yet repulsed at the same time by all that she might represent to his lifestyle. A woman such as her, mysterious and yet so bold and passionate, was the kind of woman who men changed their entire lives for. Women like her were the kind of women that men fought and died to love and honor. He had no room for such a woman in his life.

“Alright,” he mumbled, suddenly very eager for her to go. With her, she would take the threat that she posed to his life and his heart. Tarsha, for her part, read his expression as his acceptance that the game had come to an end. She had won. She was going to walk away from him, with all the physical pleasure that she had wanted and none of the emotional baggage that so often plagued her.

Still, the thought of leaving behind the best lover that she had ever had was a sad one. Knowing that she would never feel his hands on her again made her want to do something that she had sworn she would not do.

“And my name is Tarsha,” she said, walking away, though she paused when she placed her hand on the stair’s railing. The cold metal under her skin seemed to be the first sign that she was leaving the warmth of their time together and returning to the harsh world outside. Leaving something of herself with him, even if it was just her name, seemed to lessen her sadness at leaving him behind her. That way, a little part of her stayed in that sensual paradise while she went off to face all that made her life difficult.

“Goodbye then, Tarsha. Should you decide you need a physical release again, you know where to find me,” he called after her. At his words, she could not help but turn to face him one last time. Her physical desire was raging for him.

“I will not be calling again, but thanks for last night...and this morning. I cannot tell you how much I needed this. If this whole millionaire or billionaire or whatever you are thing does not work out for you, you might have a future as a gigolo,” she said with a smirk as she finally began to descend the stairs. Cole was shocked by what he felt as she began to more away.

Hundreds of women had left his apartment after nights and mornings of love making and he had never had the slightest urge to stop them. As Tarsha moved out of sight though, he was overcome with the urge to go after her; to throw her over his shoulder and drag her back to his bed and make love to her until she was too exhausted to take even a step away from him, let alone leave his apartment and return to her outside life.

“I have to admit, I have bedded many a woman but none like you before,” he called after her, his voice still breathless from what they had just done. He regretted the words as soon as they escaped his lips, but the words came from his very soul.

Tarsha paused just long enough to put her coat over her nakedness and pick up her purse.

“That is probably a good thing for you,” she whispered to herself as she shut the door behind her. His bear senses allowed him to hear her clearly though as he lay there, savoring in the scent of their lovemaking and wondered to himself what she would possibly have meant by her words. There was more to her than most women, that much was clear. He just did not know what secret she was hiding. Now, he thought to himself, he never would and it bothered him greatly, though he could not understand why.

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