1: Chaos - Pack Alpha by Carys Weldon

pegged me for?”
     
     
    “A player. Everybody knows the great Chaos is a player.”
     
     
    Don’t think his body wasn’t reacting to every bit of attention I was giving it. The blood was flowing--through both of us--I can promise you that. And we were both pooling somewhere between our thighs.
     
     
    He chuckled. “The great Chaos, huh?” He dropped back again. “If only the world knew how that was.”
     
     
    I stopped what I was doing, set the washcloth aside, and leaned up, letting my breasts cradle his equipment. Half leaning over him, I asked, “What do you mean?”
     
     
    Shaking his head, he contemplated the swirly pattern in my ceiling panels. “Nothing. Only, I’m not that great.”
     
     
    So, a silence stretched between us again, and I sat there, thinking...how can he not know what a mountain he is? I mean, his freaking cock was a legend in its own right. He was the youngest alpha Pack City had ever had. And....
     
     
    I bit my lower lip.
     
     
    Yeah, there was more silence. He wasn’t expecting me to refute it. I know that. I think he was evaluating what he’d done to get where he was, or something.
     
     
    Here was one of those defining moments. You know, when you really have to step up. When you have to open up.
     
     
    Part of me wanted to do the obvious, and just argue the point. I’m an argumentative bitch; that would have come real easy for me. In fact, I opened my mouth to say the words, “No. You’re wrong--” but they stuttered on my tongue before even one syllable could get out.
     
     
    Instead, I put my forehead to him, closed my eyes, and kissed. Yes, his manhood.
     
     
    It was a reverent thing.
     
     
    It was also followed by a sigh, and another kiss. And a whispered, “I love you, Chaos. To me, you’re everything.”
     
     
     
     
     
    The End
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Carys Weldon
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Carys Weldon is a great fan of the White Wolf Gaming system, especially shape-shifters. She writes her horrific romance from a haunted hollow in the Missouri Ozarks, not far from Branson.
     
     
     
     
     
    Carys has won over one hundred awards in the last three to four years. Of most recent note in Romance and Erotica: Third place in the RWA Inner Vixen contest with Confessions of a BBW Cover Model, Mays Reviews Over the Moon Award of Excellence for Chaos, and a second place recently in the Writer's Zone Erotica competition at OCW for The Wet Spot.