The Alpha’s Tempting Mate

“Mine. What did I tell you about touching your pussy? Only I get to master this sweetness.” He covers my body with his, reaching around to cup my mons. It’s exactly what I need. The tremors start through my body.

“Jackson.” The hoarse cry doesn’t even sound like my voice. “Jackson, please.”

“That’s it, baby. Beg me.” He picks up speed, plundering my ass while his fingers fuck me from below. I’m dizzy with lust, drugged with need. The cabin spins and tilts.

“Jackson!” The room fills with keening cries, which must be mine.

A snarl and a roar cut across them, and Jackson plunges deep. I grab his fingers in my pussy and push them deeper and hold them there as I come, too, my vaginal muscles squeezing, anus tightening around his huge girth.

He pulls out too soon, stumbling back, and I twist to see what I already know will be there. Fangs.

He tears off the condom and discards it. Then comes for me.

Jackson

If I don’t get enough of Kylie, I’ll die. I need to possess her in every way.

Fates, I almost killed Sam out there. My wolf smelled Kylie in the cabin and needed to get inside with a desperation that rocked me. When Sam tried to interfere, the wolf thought he was challenging me for her. Thank fuck he shifted, or I would’ve gone moon sick for sure.

Even now, the fact that I just orgasmed doesn’t ease any of the fierce need sifting through me. I pray if I just keep claiming her, pleasuring her, fucking her, it will appease my wolf enough he won’t mark her.

I pull the pillows out from under her heart-shaped ass and flip her over. Shove her knees apart. Apply my mouth to her core, licking and sucking like my life depends on it.

She’s limp at first, her knees falling open, still languorous after her orgasm. But her fingers come to my hair when I tongue her clit, and she lets out a weak moan. I don’t stop. She tastes like heaven. I feast in her juices, devouring her. I rub her clit, suck and nip her labia.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

She tears at my hair, hoarse cries coming from her throat. She’s incredible, the way she gives herself to me, so willing to receive all the pleasure I need to pour on her. Her untrained body is infinitely responsive. I penetrate her with two fingers, find her G-spot on her inner wall, and work it until the tissue hardens and wrinkles.

“Jackson. Jackson. Please. I can’t take any more.” Her knees cinch around my head.

I penetrate her with both tongue and fingers then return to sucking her clit, pumping three fingers in and out of her until she comes for the third time tonight, her channel squeezing and releasing as she lets out a long, keening cry.

I wish it was enough. I know I’ve already exhausted my little human. Precious, beautiful female.

I climb up to sit on the bed and pull her across my lap. Her scent punches me into animal mode again. I spank her pretty ass, fast and hard. “Jesus, kitten. The scent of your arousal makes me crazy. I can always smell when you’re turned on. I knew it that first day in the elevator after I touched you.”

She whimpers, and I register than I’m hurting her but can’t seem to stop. It feels so damn good to smack her juicy ass, and the little cries she grunts she makes only feed my frenzy. My wolf starts to howl.

I spank her until her ass turns red.

“I’m sorry!” she cries, and I work my hand under her hips, twiddle her little clit again. I keep slapping, loving the way her cheeks flatten and spring back under my hand.

“I don’t need you sorry. I only need your surrender. This is the only way I keep my wolf from marking you.”

She wriggles over my hand, her cunt leaking juices down my fingers.

“Do you like that, baby?”

“No… yes… ohhh,” she pants. “Too much. Too much, Jackson. I can’t take any more.”

I push her off my lap, but there’s no stopping me. “Inside you,” I growl. I lift her to her hands and knees then force her upper body down, so her face presses into the covers. Somehow, miraculously, I remember to don another condom. I snap it on and push into her wet heat. My fangs punch out longer; a snarl rips from my throat.

Don’t mark. Just. Fuck.

Mate, the wolf roars.

Just. Fuck.

My balls slap against her, cock sliding in and out of her tight channel. She takes all of me in this position, takes me deep. My thighs shake, balls draw up tight.

She moans and wails, her cries both pitiful and wanton at once. Her pussy is still wet and willing. Generous in how hard a fucking it takes.

Just fuck just fuck just fuck. Don’t. Bite.

I come again with a roar. Kylie’s screams join my snarl, and she orgasms, milking my cock with her tight muscles, drawing even more cum out of me. I shudder, chills and heat running through me like I have a fever.

Kylie lets out a sob as I slip out of her. I dispose of the condom and catch a whiff of salt. No. A tear slides down her nose.

The scent immediately takes my wolf down. He whimpers and retreats. The lust-induced haze over my brain dissolves. Oh fates-my female. Have I hurt her?

“Baby, baby, baby,” I croon, quickly disposing of the condom. I scoop her into my arms, cradle her against my chest. I settle back on the bed. “Are you hurt?”

“Not hurt… just wrung out.” She tucks her head under my chin, her limp body molding to mine.

“Tell me you’re okay,” I plead.

She kisses my neck. “Yes. I’m okay. I love you.”