ALPHA’S PREY

She slides a glance over her shoulder at me. “Are you going to take off your clothes?”

I bite her ear and tug the flesh. “Do you want me to?”

“Oh my God,” she moans. “You are good at this.”

I laugh. That’s twice she’s made me laugh out loud. I didn’t know I was capable of it anymore. “Did you doubt me?”

“Um… a little. No. Well-” I cover her mouth with my hand and use it to tip her head away from me, revealing the slender column of her neck. I drag my mouth down it, stopping to bite the flesh where neck meets shoulder.

“Oh.” The little surprised syllable makes my cock surge painfully against my jeans.

I love her inexperience. Or lack of good experience. It means everything I do is a first. The heady sense of power that brings settles my bear a little more. I can do this. I’m not going to hurt her. I’m definitely going to make this good for her.

I reach my other hand between her legs. I already knew by her scent she was aroused, but the slick nectar there is even more copious than I imagined. Heavenly. I drag my index finger through it slowly, then bring it to my mouth to taste. “You taste so good, Doctor.”

“I-I do? Is that a real thing? You can’t really think so.”

“No?” I give her ass a slap and she shrieks. “I really do.” I tug her hips backward and kick her feet wider. “Now push that ass out for your spanking.”

I love the sound of air whooshing across her lips as she gasps and complies.

“I can’t believe this is a thing, either.” She gives a nervous laugh.

I pop her ass. “Oh, it’s definitely a thing. And you’re definitely gonna like it.” I smack the other cheek. I keep it light but firm. Just enough to make a loud sound, not so much that it hurts. I don’t let myself forget she’s a delicate human. Although she doesn’t feel delicate under my hands at the moment. She feels lush and soft, and perfect to drive into hard.

I loop one arm around her waist to steady her hips and stand at her side. “You have this coming, you know,” I tell her as I begin a slow but steady rhythm of slaps on her ass.

“N-no, I don’t!” she protests, her indignation weakened by breathlessness.

“Oh, you definitely do.” I continue to apply firm spanks to her lower buttocks. “Getting caught in that storm. Making me climb in a sleeping bag naked with you.”

“You liked that part,” she accuses between gasps.

“Fucking torture.” I give a harder spank to punish her for making me suffer.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

The little whimper she makes lets me know she’s feeling that same anguish, so I drop to my knees and push her ass open. Her pussy glistens like a dainty pink Cinderella heart, just waiting to be wooed.

I give it my best. I tease her folds with the tip of my tongue, penetrate her, lick all the way to her anus and rim her until she shakes and squeals.

“C-Caleb,” she warbles.

“Yeah, babygirl? Are you enjoying yourself yet?”

“Ohmygod, yes. Caleb-oh!” The thick lust in her voice, the ratcheted need makes my bear lurch to the surface, but I push him back.

“Turn around,” I command and grip her waist. “Up.” I forget to hide my shifter strength, lifting her easily to sit on the dryer. Her eyes widen and I realize my mistake, but I shove her knees wide and make her forget.

I treat her to my tongue at a different angle, screwing one finger into her as I flick her clit.

She sobs with pleasure, gripping my hair and knotting her fingers around the strands. Her enthusiasm feeds my desire to pleasure her. I add a second finger, then withdraw them and add some saliva to work my middle finger into her ass.

“Wait… what-” Surprise tinges her moans. But then I’m in. She shakes and shivers, her pleasure overriding her protests. I shove my thumb in her pussy and fuck both holes at once, slow at first, then harder. Faster.

Her cries grow louder.

Alarm flickers over her face. Her full breasts bounce. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Please. Oh Caleb!”

She comes.

It’s even more spectacular than I imagined, the shocked ecstasy in her expression breathtaking.

I keep finger-fucking her until her pussy stops clenching, her thighs stop gripping.

She falls back on her hands behind her, panting. “Holy shit.”

I try to keep the smugness off my face. “Not bad, right?”

A laugh tumbles from her lips. I ease my fingers from her and tug her off the dryer, her legs straddling my waist. “That’s just my warm up.”

She weaves her fingers into my hair. “Conceited man.”

Miranda

HOLY MOUNTAIN MAN. Peel me off the face of the moon, because I’m still up there, a limp dishrag of floaty goodness. Pleasure still reverberates everywhere, but especially between my legs, my lady parts lit up and doing the Charleston to celebrate the glory of my first decent orgasm.

Ever.

I don’t even have much luck masturbating.

But Caleb played my body like a musician making love to his instrument.

He carries me into his bedroom and drops me onto a giant iron four-post bed. “I’ll be right back,” he murmurs, and I hear him running the sink in the bathroom, probably washing his hands.

A giddy excitement builds in my core as I realize there might be more to come. After all, he hasn’t been satisfied yet. Will he want me to suck him off?

It’s generally my least favorite thing to do, but for some reason, it feels different with him. Maybe because he just gave me the best orgasm of my life. When he comes back to the bedroom, his eyes glow bright. They’re not as dark as usual, appearing almost amber in color. He gives an animalistic growl and climbs up onto the bed, hooking his hands under my thighs and spreading me open.