The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Callie fidgeted on the doorstep waiting for it to open. The moon, full and bright, yellowish in its glow illuminated everything. It hung low in the sky, a haunting lamp light to remind everyone that Halloween was just around the corner. It had rained recently and the air had a cloying dampness to it with notes of coming winter. It wasn’t enough to sink into the bones yet the rain had brought out the moldy, mossy aroma of the dying leaves. None of this would have been a problem if Callie had worn jeans and a sweater. Instead she was wearing her sexy red cocktail dress, black leather jacket and favorite felt booties.

The jacket was form fitting and the cocktail dress perfectly accentuated her curves. Callie was a willowy, lean figure of a girl but with the right lacy bra her breasts swelled up. Ripe and supple. Not big but medium to fit a man’s calloused palm with sensitive nipples to get him growling. Her flat stomach tapered to a pert bottom, heart shaped then finally to a pair of long, shapely legs. Also… she had decided not to wear panties tonight. She groaned at another soft autumn night breeze. The frigid air had the skin of her legs raising in goosebumps. She should have at least worn stockings. But she wanted to look sexy for Mack. She couldn’t help but be reminded of Little Red Riding Hood in that moment. Given that her neighbor was actually a werewolf. Her thought made her smile and that was the moment Mack saw after he opened the door.

“Callie, I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting!”

Mack towered over her yet his height was never intimidating. Her heart sang with delight at his welcoming smile.

“No no it’s fine!” Callie rushed past him into the warmth of his home. She caught a whiff of him, the small spice of cloves and clean soap. His hair was black but with silver wingtips at the side of his head. A strong jawline covered in a well manicured beard and mustache. And velvety brown eyes that could melt a girl because when he looked at you it was like you were the only person in world to him. He was older than her yet he was incredibly fit. Muscular. Perfectly sculpted like a Greek statue still taut with little sag. His skin was bronzed and always warm to the touch. During the summer Callie had the pleasure of seeing his body whenever he mowed the lawn or was in the pool with his kids. Broad chest with chiseled pecs hidden beneath a carpet of hair that trailed down his well toned stomach and lean hips to disappear into his shorts. Legs thick with muscle and a dusting of hair that was still black. Even his feet were sexy and Callie never looked at feet.

“I should have known better than to wear a short dress and felt boots in damp weather.”

She rubbed her arms and legs together to get more friction to warm herself up. Mack’s gaze traveling up and down her body, she could see a hint of manly appreciation in his coffee-brown eyes.

“I think you look great. Pretty sexy,” his chiseled, sensual mouth curving into an all-too-sexy grin. But then it faded in a panic as he added: “I mean… you’re attractive… in an objective sense!”

“Oh,” Mack’s heart squeezed at the sight of Callie’s aura dimming. He hated seeing disappointment on her face. She was so beautiful and tonight it would be especially hard to control his wolf urges. Was she using a new shampoo? Lilac and vanilla. Flowery and buttery softness. So feminine. Werewolf senses were so acute he could tell the brand of detergent she used. And her outfit. He was only wearing jeans and a cotton t-shirt.

She was always lovely though. With that long brown hair that gleamed bronze in the right light. Stunning blue eyes the color of cornflowers that were always full of compassion and lit up whenever she smiled. And her body too… She was slim but still had those round womanly curves. He loved to watch her pert little ass flex and curve as she did her dawn yoga. His wolf would growl imagining those shapely legs wrapped around his hips as he plunged deep within her core. When she had come over to swim in his pool he couldn’t help but notice her nipples puckering though her bikini top. He didn’t know how he held a conversation with her. He must have licked his lips a few times imagining those sweet little berries in his mouth, getting hard and wet by his tongue. Yet Callie didn’t seem to notice. And she always smelled… so so good. Werewolves were attracted to people who’s scents pleased them. And Callie’s more than pleased.

“Being a yoga instructor has its benefits.” Callie flashed him one her warm smiles that always made his wolf heart flutter. She did a little flirty twirl allowing him to take in those sweet feminine curves of hers outlined by the tight red dress.

Mack swallowed. His mouth was suddenly dry and his palms became a bit clammy. He felt like a young pup with his first mating. He tried to make conversation… yet she was standing so close her enticing silky scent was distracting. Mack snapped back to reality but his cock twitched in his jeans, pushing against his zipper.

“I’m glad you could come over and…,” he gave a good hefty sniff to the air. “Are you using a new shampoo?” Fuck! Why did he say that? His blood pulsed quicker as his wolf growled inwardly with pleasure. “You smell… you smell…” He couldn’t finish that sentence. Mack would definitely scare her off. “Never mind…”

Callie saw his struggle. The air charged between them making them both sweat. But she didn’t like seeing him nervous. She placed a reassuring hand on his forearm. “Don’t worry about it. No I’m not using any new shampoo though you’re one of the few who would notice that. I guess having a super werewolf nose comes in handy.” She couldn’t help but notice his arm hair was feathery soft. Nor could she help but slightly run her thumb over his skin, feeling the corded muscles tighten beneath her gentle touch.

Mack’s skin absorbed that soft touch. His wolf growled happily. Callie was always so sensitive to his moods and seemed to know exactly what he needed. He luxuriated in her caressing hand almost barely hearing her ask, “So… where are the little pups?”

Mack breathed a sigh of relief at the change in subject. “They’re with the ex. I have the house to myself the next couple of days.” Callie warmed at the news. It would give her a chance to… “Oh I have something for you.”

He turned and brought out a small box wrapped in pretty green and gold paper. He blushed a little. “It’s a thank you.”

Mack was always so cute when he turned shy. Even more sexy was a man who could be a shy boy sometimes. “What for?”

“Well…,” Mack rubbed his neck, avoiding her eyes instead concentrating on a throw pillow in the living room and the faded violet pattern of the rug. “I didn’t expect a human to be so nice… given the history between my werewolf kind and your human kind.” His bearded face stretched into a warm smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling just a little, once more making Callie’s pulse race.

“You were just so helpful these last few months: babysitting the kids, cooking meals, hell you basically did more than my ex-wife has.”

Callie licked her dry lips, tasting her cherry lip gloss. She tingled all over as her cheeks turned rosy, “Honestly… I didn’t expect to see a werewolf single dad. I thought that… I mean I don’t mean to be rude but…”

“You thought we mated for life?” he helped finished. He wasn’t mad or offended. He was always patient when it came to explaining aspects of his culture. “No, that mating for life, alpha/beta, soulmate stuff is a total myth…” His shoulders slumped, sighing heavily. Callie wanted so much to ease that sudden pain in his face away.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

She unwrapped the gift to find inside was a charm bracelet. A gold little chain circlet with her birthstone the emerald and her star sign Gemini followed by other things she liked… A lotus for her yoga practice and…

“These are things we’ve done together the past few months,” Callie spoke softly, in awe that anyone could be so sweet.

Mack came closer, breathing in her natural bouquet with greed while showing her the charms. “The carousal horse for when you took us to see the fair. A cupcake for… when you saved that cake I tried to make for one of my kids’ birthdays…” Mack’s inner wolf growled again with pleasure at the joy on Callie’s face. God… her scent was stronger with warm, spicy after notes. His cock twitched in his jeans at the sight of her sultry rose petal lips parting in a sound of pleasure. He couldn’t help the image of that mouth making sounds of passion as he… He ground his teeth! Damn it stop that!

Callie, thankfully, didn’t notice his train of thought, her cornflower blue eyes sparkling up at him. “Thank you, Mack…” She looked like she wanted to do something more. But she didn’t move. Instead she passed him to place her gift on the table and slipped the delicate chain onto her dainty wrist.

“Hey,” she twirled around turning that stunning smile back on him. “We should go out tonight!”

“Go out?” Mack stuttered. “You… and me?”

“Yeah,” Callie saw the sudden panic or was it hope? “Guys and girls going out together isn’t strange. I can even be your wing-girl.” She decided to ease his worries. Damn it this was not going how she had planned. What happened to her boldness? She wasn’t wearing panties after all. She should just jump his bones already but… maybe he wouldn’t like that.

“Oh…,” Mack chuckled. “You mean as friends.” Did he see disappointment in her eyes? Did he react too eager or not eager enough? Didn’t matter. Why would a perfect, lovely young woman like Callie want to date an old dog like him? “I’m not sure…” he raked his fingers through his salt and pepper hair, messing it up in his nervous pulling. “It’s been a while since I went clubbing. I’m not even sure I can…”

“Stop being silly!” Callie’s lush lips pursed into a cute pout. “If you’re nervous I can teach you.” Before he could protest she was inches away from him. “Here…,” she took his hands, large and calloused yet so warm, and placed them on her slim hips.

“Uhhhh…,” Mack stammered, his bearded cheeks blushing hard. That color seemed to spread as she wound her delicate yet lean arms around his neck. She watched the throat muscles flex at his hard swallow. Callie was so tempted to kiss that throat. Lick it. He smelled so good. Musky and earthy. Virile male that could dominate her tiny body with his big hard wolf body.

“Now…,” Callie’s voice went to a low throaty whisper that sent a thrill down his spine shooting into his groin. “Just… sway gently… that’s it… Just side to side… See there you go…”

They moved in one small circle, gently swaying to imaginary music. Mack’s pulse quickened with forbidden longing as they continued to hold each other. Ever so slightly her breasts would lightly brush across his chest, a ghostly tease that made his blood heat. For Callie at every slight intimate contact her nipples swelled, sending tiny shocks to her core. Their bodies hungered and burned and yet both were too afraid to make the first move. If only Mack’s hand would stray down to her buttocks he would feel she wasn’t wearing anything down there. But she was sure he could smell her arousal. The heat grew until her thighs grew achy with need.

In fact, Mack could smell her but still he thought he would frighten her away. It had been so long his wolf would jump out and hurt her. His fingers dug into Callie’s satin-covered hips. He laughed to diffuse the tension.

“Look at you…,” he said. “Teaching an old dog new tricks.”

Callie gave him a playful slap on the chest, “Would you stop saying that, Mack. You are not old. Being 40 isn’t old. In which case I’m 32 and 8 years away from the nursing home!”