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  Southern Alpha

  Part Four

  Carina Wilder

  Contents

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  Also by Carina Wilder

  Introduction

  This is the fourth and last book in the Southern Alpha serial. Each instalment was supposed to be approximately 15,000 words, but this one somehow ended up almost 23,000. Funny how that happens…

  The first 3 instalments can be found here:

  Southern Alpha Part 1

  Southern Alpha Part 2

  Southern Alpha Part 3

  In case you haven’t read them, the Alpha’s Hunger Series (Tristan’s series, which starts before Southern Alpha) starts with the following three books:

  Wolf’s Hunger

  Wolf’s Secret

  Wolf’s Choice

  Chapter 1

  Sierra

  Sometime at around eleven a.m. I stirred awake to find Trick still asleep next to me, his muscular arm tucked protectively around my waist. Sunlight streamed in through a small overhead skylight, illuminating a rectangle of warmth on the hardwood floor on the far side of my large bedroom.

  As my head worked its way into a state of wakefulness, sleepy, sensual thoughts wove their way through my mind like ribbons flitting in a warm breeze. Images of Trick’s incredible blue eyes, of the body that was now holding onto me from behind, the deep, sexy voice that growled erotic commands as we made love over and over again. He was perfect—a perfect man who’d stepped into my life just two nights ago.

  I smiled, all but purring to think how wild the last few days had been. I’d found someone who’d lit a fire under me the likes of which I’d never encountered…only to find out that he was about to embark on a life or death battle with…

  Holy shit.

  I’d almost forgotten the most important thing of all.

  Trick was a wolf shifter.

  Suddenly I was wide awake, my heart racing with the stark recollection that I was lying under the arm of a magical, powerful being, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. How the hell had this even happened? How was any of it even remotely possible?

  Not that I was complaining.

  The truth was, I’d never felt so fulfilled in all my life.

  I curled my fingers over Trick’s thick forearm, inhaling deep to take in his extraordinary scent, my emotions a thick tangle of happiness and fear. Every shred of bliss I was feeling was contaminated with a tinge of bitterness. As good as it felt to have grown so close to him, I couldn’t help but remember the most important piece of information of them all: The Alpha Trials were coming.

  My lover had told me last night that he might not survive to see the end of the week.

  As if reading my mind, Trick shifted his weight a little, pushing his body closer to mine. When I felt his erection pressing into my backside, I couldn’t help but recall just how good it had felt when he’d finally sheathed his gorgeous cock deep inside me, how he’d driven me mad with desire, satisfied my every appetite…and then started all over again. Apparently shifters had a surplus of horniness, as well as a surplus of everything else.

  Even their lives were far longer than any human’s.

  That was, if someone didn’t murder them.

  Bitterness swelled inside me as thoughts of Trick’s enemy known as the Marquis began to invade my mind. His hostile voice, his horrid, cruel eyes. The malice that surrounded the man like a sickening fog. He was hell-bent on winning the Trials, which would mean defeating my lover in any way he could. And knowing him, victory would mean nothing short of taking Trick’s life.

  But I needed my lover to live. Now that I’d discovered what it was to feel a truly intimate bond with another being, I needed him to stay with me.

  Which meant that no matter what it took, he had to conquer the Marquis.

  As quietly as I could, I rolled over and fixed my gaze on Trick. His eyes were just beginning to open and for a few seconds, the big man almost looked innocent. Stubble coated his cheeks and jaw, his lips as kissable and pink as ever. The brightness in his eyes seemed to have faded—which I supposed meant his wolf was still asleep.

  As he pried his eyelids fully open, he smiled ever so slightly with the realization that I was looking at him.

  I pressed forward and kissed him, my right hand reaching deep under the sheets to seek out his dick. With playful flicks of my fingertips and a light brushing of my palm, I stroked him gently, my body writhing with renewed delight as I felt him swell immediately under my touch.

  “Good morning,” I said, squeezing just enough to feel a tremor of arousal from his thickening shaft as it filled with blood.

  “It is now,” he replied, pulling the covers up and looking down at what my hand was up to. “I think the Handjob Fairy came for a visit last night and stayed. She seems to be stroking me off, and I’ve gotta say, I don’t hate it.”

  “Yeah,” I said, “funny, that. Oh, by the way, the Handjob Fairy’s name is Sierra. Play your cards right and you might just have a close encounter with the Blowjob Fairy. She’s one level higher in the Sexy Fairy Hierarchy.”

  “Is that so?” Trick furrowed his brow skeptically. “I’d always heard that there was no such thing,” he protested.

  “Oh, but there is.”

  “Prove it.”

  With a giggle I slipped under the covers and wrapped my lips around his cock, lashing my tongue over the tip.

  “Happy birthday to me,” I heard Trick sing out as I tried my damnedest not to laugh.

  “It’s your birthday?” I asked, pulling my face up for a second.

  “No. But I think I may have to officially change it to today. This is the best gift I’ve ever received. The Blowjob Fairy gives way better gifts than that old jackass Santa Claus.”

  After another laugh, I went back to tending him with my mouth. He hardened still more under the touch of my lips, his cock pulsing under my gentle sucks like he was already on the verge of explosion. But before I had a chance to bring him to climax, he reached down, taking my arm gently in hand and urging me to come back up. I protested, pulling my face away from him just long enough to say, “Nuh-uh. I want this.”

  “I want you,” he moaned.

  “You have me. So let me have this.”

  I stroked his shaft, working him with my lips as he moaned again and rolled his hips gently under me. So, I’d found his weakness. It seemed this powerful, muscular almost-Alpha was all too happy to lose a battle—as long as the result was an eager mouth on his dick.

  He pushed his fingers into my hair, holding my head steady as he rocked his hips rhythmically. “Damn, Sierra, your mouth is incredible,” he groaned. “I knew it would be from the first time I ever laid eyes on you. Those berry lips of yours…your tongue…”

  I smiled despite the fact that I had a mouth full of delectable hard-on and kept working him, massaging his thick, beautiful rod from root to tip as I teased him with quick flicks of my tongue.

  After a time, I pushed myself up onto my knees, thrusting the sheets away from my naked body. Working him with my hands alone, I watched as his hips thrust under my slick grip until I knew he was close to exploding, then bent to take him in my mouth again.

  “Let me get up,” he murmured. “I want to be standing when I come.”

  Well, I wasn’t going to deny him that. I slipped off the bed onto the small area rug, easing down onto my knees, and he
pushed himself to his feet in front of me. I reached out and grabbed his hips, staring at the perfect, sexy V-shape of definition that drove my eyes straight to my prize. I raised my gaze to take in the broad chest that had blown my mind the first time I’d seen it, my eyes slipping back down again to admire his powerful, muscular thighs. Every inch of the man was flawless, timeless perfection.

  I pursed my lips around his swollen crown, stroking his balls with my left hand. He drove into my mouth slowly at first, his right hand fisting my hair hard as his gentle movements slowly escalated to urgency, his cock throbbing between my lips.

  “Sierra, oh God, your mouth is so…oh, damn…” he moaned.

  Somehow he swelled still thicker, longer, and my fingers coursed down the elegant veins that lined his shaft as I milked him hard. Again and again, he drove into my eager mouth until I finally felt the first searing pulse of his seed hit my tongue.

  With a yelp of bliss I wrapped my hands around his hips, taking him hard and fast until he finally cried out, shooting a blast of heat straight to the back of my throat. He thrust deep, and I had to back off for fear that I wouldn’t be able to take all of him in. I sucked him slowly now, a fierce jolt of erotic pleasure overtaking me with each hot burst of semen.

  When his body had settled I licked him clean, lapping at the gorgeous, swollen head of his perfect dick. Savoring the moment and the knowledge that this man—this god who walked the earth—was mine. All mine.

  When he’d finally relaxed enough to let himself pull away and fall back onto the bed, his chest heaving, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and said, “You know, that was the most delicious breakfast I’ve ever had.”

  “You’ve depleted me,” he groaned. “I’m done for. I have no strength left. I’ll never be Alpha now, all because the Blowjob Fairy was too strong for me.”

  I climbed on top of him, easing my pussy over his resting length, which immediately hardened again as I rolled my hips against him, pleasuring myself with the sensation.

  “No strength, huh?” I said. “Seems to me you have plenty left in the tank.”

  “I’m…not…sure…” he muttered, but another hard twitch of his dick told me otherwise.

  In a flurry of motion, he grabbed me by the waist and flipped me over, throwing me down onto my back as I let out a laugh, which was cut off by a sharp cry when he rammed himself deep inside me.

  “Is this what you want?” he growled with the sexiest smile I’d ever seen. “Is this what you like best?”

  I nodded. “I think you know the answer to that,” I managed in a hoarse voice, my chest tightening with erotic tension.

  He pulled out, allowing me to breathe again, then sheathed himself hard again.

  “You know me so well,” I gasped. “You understand my body in ways that I don’t even understand. Even in the cemetery when we—I mean, what you were doing with your fingers…”

  “I’m beginning to know your body,” he told me, pulling out again before driving into me with another brutal thrust. “I know by now that you like a little pain. You like feeling me take you hard. You like knowing how big my dick gets for you…how fucking swollen I get when I think of your sweet nipples…”

  “I like a very specific kind of pain,” I corrected with a moan and a gasp, arching my back under him to feel him plunge in even deeper. He took my left nipple between his lips and sucked it to a hard tip, before moving on to the right. “And yes, I do like feeling how big you get,” I said as I stroked my fingers through his thick mane of light hair. “I like knowing it’s all for me. It’s all because I turn you on as much as you turn me on, Trick.”

  His pace was accelerating now. “So tell me…how big am I?” he asked in a growl that reminded me of the fierce beast who lived somewhere deep inside him. “Tell me.”

  “So big that you make me feel like I can’t quite take all of you in,” I gasped, my pulse quickening with his thrusts. “But I sure love trying.”

  “But you’ll tell me if it’s ever too much, right?” he asked.

  “Of course I will.”

  “Good girl.”

  With that, he picked up his pace again, slamming into me with a ferocity that made the room spin. I cried out, begging him to go faster, harder, aching for his release.

  But then, just as I could feel him swelling still more, he pulled out, leaving me reeling.

  “What are you doing?” I whimpered. My mouth was all but tingling by now with the sheer pleasure of his force.

  “You’re not the only one who needs breakfast,” he said with a smile. “It’s the most important meal of the day, you know.”

  He slipped down between my legs and drew his tongue over my sex, which had now become so sensitive from his glorious assault that I felt like I was going to come within a matter of seconds.

  “Take everything you like,” I sighed, wrapping my thighs around his head. “I’m an all-you-can-eat buffet.”

  “Mmmm,” he moaned, his mouth vibrating against me as his tongue lapped greedily at my clit. With an aggression that aroused me still more, he jammed two fingers inside and fucked me with them, ramming hard and fast as he drove me towards the edge.

  “Trick…” I whispered, “Oh, I’m coming…”

  When I cascaded over the edge, my body pulsing in hard shocks of pleasure as my hips rolled uncontrollably against his mouth, he pulled away, rose to his knees, yanked my legs up around his hips and slammed himself inside me again. My sex was still pulsing as I took in his glorious thickness, the orgasm lasting for what felt like minutes as my tight pussy took hold of him, contracting in delicious, mind-bending waves.

  Trick battered my sex with hard, fast thrusts, growling, “Fuck yes, Sierra…I can still feel you coming for me. I can feel everything…you’re so wet for me…so greedy for my dick, aren’t you?”

  Seconds later, a hot blast exploded inside my body. Trick’s eyes slammed shut, his jaw dropping open to let out a howl of pure bliss.

  I couldn’t help but laugh as he collapsed on top of me.

  “You are one sexy-ass wolf,” I murmured into his shoulder. “I can’t figure out how I ever ended up under you.”

  “As long as you never get over me,” he said. “Now give me five minutes and we’ll go again.”

  Chapter 2

  Trick

  It was one p.m. by the time Sierra and I finally managed to crawl out of bed to get something to eat other than each other.

  The aroma of coffee was wafting into the bedroom from the kitchen. It seemed some clever little vixen had thought to set the timer last night.

  “I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you called in sick to work today?” Sierra asked, her big blue eyes staring at me from across the room as she reached for a robe that was draped over the back of a chair.

  “One of the perks of owning the company,” I told her as I yanked my boxers on. “We’re technically on holiday for the week. Meanwhile Louis is keeping an eye on things. He’s also been helping me with a little side project for Tristan Wolfe.”

  “Oh? What kind of project?” Sierra asked as she pulled on the robe and made her way out of the bedroom door towards the kitchenette.

  “Kara,” I said as I followed her, raking my fingers through my tangle of hair. “The Valkyrie you saw me talking to in the cemetery the other night—she asked me to see about having some work done for Tristan. It seems he’ll be here in a couple of weeks.”

  “Wait,” Sierra said, spinning around with a look of shock on her face, “is he planning to move down here? Like, live here in New Orleans?”

  I shook my head and let out a laugh. “No, but holy shit, that would make things just a little awkward, wouldn’t it? Anyhow…you’ll see. I don’t want to give his plans away. They seem pretty top secret. Besides, you’ll find out soon enough.”

  “And what about work?” Sierra asked. “Are you really on holiday?”

  “Temporarily. We don’t have any reservations booked. I figured I should focus on
the competition instead of worrying about taking tourists out to gawk at snapping turtles.”

  Sierra nodded, her shocked expression changing to worry at the mention of the Trials. “Of course,” she said. “For a second there, I’d almost forgotten how much you have on your plate this week.” She pulled the carafe off the coffee maker and poured a cup, holding it in her hands like she was craving its warmth. “You…you mentioned that these Alpha Trials start tomorrow. Exactly how long do they last?” She was trying to sound casual, unfazed, but I could hear the tremor in her voice. Not to mention that I could smell her fear on the air.

  “It’ll all be over on Friday,” I said, trying to keep my tone as soothing as possible. “The target-shooting event is tomorrow. That one’s not a huge deal. It’s really just a tradition, at least for our pack. I fully expect to win.”

  “Really?” she asked.

  I shot her a mock-accusing look. “You sound surprised.”

  “I’m not surprised by anything you can do,” she said. “It’s just that the Marquis…” I could see the gears spinning as recollections of last night’s horror made their way into her mind.

  “Don’t worry,” I said, “the Marquis is too flighty in his human form. He doesn’t have the control that I do.” But as soon as I’d uttered the words I found myself clenching my jaw. I could only hope I wasn’t being over-confident. Yeah, I’d always been skilled with a gun. I was quick, my senses powerful in human form. My reflexes were fast, my eyes as keen as any eagle’s. But the truth was, the Marquis was fast, too. He might have been old and ugly as all hell, but he wasn’t exactly helpless in his human skin.

  My big advantage would come with focus. The Marquis was tainted by a desire to make others suffer. He was possessed by the idea of bringing everyone else down, and everything else—including accuracy and perfectionism—existed only in the periphery of his depraved mind.