Wolf Desire: 5 Delicious Alpha Wolf Shifter Tales (15 page)

He grabbed my head, nudging me down even further. I almost gagged. But I was happy I didn’t. He was in control now. Using my mouth as a love orifice to bring him to the edge of ecstasy. He must have felt that he was nearing as he grabbed a chockfull of my hair and began slamming his fullness down the back of my throat. I felt him spasm a little. Then he started breathing urgent gasps.

He’s going to come on my mouth, I thought. He’s not even going to ask me about it. The idea came to reality as his breathing turned to punctuated gasps as he tried to maintain his control. I grabbed the back of his large, fleshy butt in preparation of receiving him fully. A hot trickle from him turned to a spray of hot passionate lava, sending him to writhe him in pleasure as he slammed my head deep in him, contorting his hips, adjusting forward using my face as a receptacle of his love seed.

I must have swallowed twice or thrice. Licking my lips making sure that every last bit of his delectable seed was not wasted. The taste was everything about him. It was a delicious flavor of an alpha male. My favorite flavor. I looked up to him and saw him smiling. I’ve done my job, I had given pleasure to the alpha. But somehow I know it wasn’t over. His cock did not even go limp. It greeted my face still with a strong erection.

He wasted no time nudging me down to the ground. Him on top. His eyes of yellow-sheathed black pupils pierced a devilish owning look to my soul. My legs opened on their own accord, waiting, and wanting for the moment when he would thrust in. I wasn’t even sure if he’ll fit. He grabbed my forearms again and pinned me down to the ground. Again, I tried to test his hold but was met by the strong firm pinning to the ground.

His hips he positioned to the insides of my thighs. Pressing on them with the musculature of his hard hips. I helped him get into position. I
wanted
him to get into position. The parting of my lips felt his throbbing cock, whose taste still lingered in my mouth. The lower lips of my guarded flower opened slowly, as its sweet nectar lubricated Asch’s cock. ‘Impaling’ those were the thoughts of a large woman who looked straight into the eyes of her alpha king. I was to be impaled by him, penetrated by the rod of his manhood that rested powerfully in my opening.

My flower’s lips gave way to more parting as he slid in. I felt myself getting fuller and fuller in his contained and controlled descent. It was a slow process as my insides stretched to give way to his massiveness. I felt every inch, every millimeter of my walls expanding to their limit, and touching the angry veins of his blood engorged cock. He seem to enjoy the pleasure of slowly penetrating me as a slight smile formed in his lips. A short but deep gasp escaped my lips as I met the threshold of my expansiveness stretched to the limit. The band of my center collapsed to pleasure, breaking out another layer of my soft insides to drape and caress the rod within. There was no pain, only pleasure from knowing that I was again stretched, that he had released me from my limit.

Reaching as deep as he could, or I should say, as deep as I could, he reversed his slow descent. Now upwards, I writhed as my walls pressure succumbed to the fleeting pressure of being plugged out. Don’t go they must have said. Every inch of him I felt withdrawing, ever crevice it used to occupy begged to be filled again. The moistness between my legs gushed to my sides. I was wetter than I’ve ever been just from a single pump of his manhood.

His ascent came all the way back to the opening of my flower’s lips. For a moment it stayed there, hovered there in preparation for the next plunge. Without warning, the next plunge came in a quick slamming of his fullness towards my center. I gasped a lung full of air, almost shrieking to receive his fullness in such a quick manner. My breasts and the rest of my curves heaved from the shockwave. He pulled out again. And wasting no time, he again thrust in me fully in one full stroke.

He repeated. Pulling out even faster this time. Then plunging fully. He began a rhythm. Increasing with each thrust. Each pounding was met by loud clapping sounds as he slammed to my pelvic. His heavy thrusts sent my whole body to bounce. My whole body, large as it was, undulated under his powerful cadence of lust. My heavy breasts ebbed and swayed as each surging of him caused the rocking of my body to ecstasy. An alpha king thundering on my crevice was more than I could bare. I yelped in pleasure. Uncontrollable cries escaped my lips as the first of the waves electrified my insides.

Sensing my surge, his rhythm turned to fast and frenetic. I received a pounding that would never meet any match in my lifetime. My hole was devastatingly wet, and from it sparked an electric wave of my core. Breathing in large gasps of air, I felt myself losing consciousness, reverting back to my primal female core. My final glorious moment formed amidst the heavy, rhythmic clapping of each successive deep pounding. My pleasure center unleashed its glory as wave after of wave of sheer ecstasy reached its crescendo. I wanted to scream. In fact I did scream, closing my eyes in sheer delight of rupture. Clawing deep as the intense pleasure overwhelmed me beyond my limits.

Having sensed my climax Asch drilled even deeper into me. Splayed on the ground I spread as much as I could to give him the best angle that he deserved. He writhed in pleasure with each successive stroke. And I felt that he too was reaching a powerful climax. Breathing short gasps of air and looking at my eyes, he continued his quest to achieve his mome9nt of ecstasy. A low growl of masculine satisfaction followed his slamming of overly deep thrusts. I felt an explosion within as he spilled himself inside me. His shuddering release was accompanied by a groan of blissful agony. The spasms of his cock injected me, embalming me with the juice of his hot cum.

His deliverance slowly faded and he relaxed his grip, to lie above my soft body. I gave him a tight embrace and gave a lover’s peck on his cheeks. My alpha, my hero laid on top me as I trailed his back affectionately. He deserves it. I deserve it. My alpha, my hero.

Wolf Mates

(Paranormal Werewolf Romance)

By Clarissa Black

Chapter 1

It was the eyes that haunted her.

In all her years of werewolf research, never had she seen such eyes that were so devoid of the human element. Her highly tuned expert eyes could not detect any inclination of control, nor the remnant of compassion. She had seen different werewolves’ eyes; blue, amber, red, but never had she seen eyes with such a primal intensity that all color had burned off, revealing blank whiteness crisscrossed by reddened veins focused on an intense slit of black.

The primal stare culminated to a glossy finish of malignant hatred. This was not a werewolf anymore, she thought. This was a wolf reduced back to its feral beast-like nature.

Pulled back lips revealed large bristling fangs accompanied by threatening growls of aggression. From her research, she knew this sound indicated a fight to the finish. These two wolves cannot be stopped. This is barbarous, she exclaimed, but before any words can leave her lips, she was pulled back by the hopelessness of her situation. A young woman in the edge of a werewolf camp with no form of protection to comfort her.

With an incredulous stare, she noticed a peculiarity in the striation of a scar in one of the wolf’s face. It gave an impression that called her back many days ago when she was junior researcher.

She had met this wolf before.

A glance to the moonlight turned her thoughts to the caring pupils of a man she’s met before. Her lover, her fated mate, her alpha – but it wasn’t him – it was someone close to him. Scanning mental notes of her enormous research, the singularity of the wolf’s identity dawned on her.

These eyes belonged to her lover’s lieutenant. What more, if this was her lover’s lieutenant, then surely the other wolf would belong to Mila’s own pack. It was their respected wolves that were to be massacred in a fight to the finish!

Horrified by the clarity of her understanding, Cynthia quickly turned to Mila.

“We need to stop this Mila!” Cynthia exasperatingly said.

But Mila’s eyes were firmly held beyond the arena and into her new alpha.
 

“Stop what?” Mila says as she twirled her hair facing Thane. Mila’s eager eyes glossed over and softened at the alpha sitting in the distance. She lifted her chin, exposing her sensuous neck trying to lure him in. She knew what she was doing.

“The fight!” Cynthia exclaimed. “These wolves are part of our own pack! I’m sure of it.”

“Pack?” Mila airily said as if pulled from trance. “Do you think he’ll like me?”

Cynthia’s face reddened with anger. Her nostrils flared as she clenched her fists.

“And besides,” Mila said jubilantly, “We have a new pack already. Does it really matter who is alpha?”

A sudden coolness hits Cynthia’s core as she reeled from the audacity of Mila’s answer. Did she not have any loyalty? How can she be so cold hearted as to take up a new alpha so quickly?

But Mila wasn’t paying attention anymore. Her gaze was glued to the alpha on the other side. Cynthia followed her gaze, looking at Thane for a moment. She was certain he was staring straight back at her.

A silence descended on the encampment, shocking Cynthia’s attention back to the fight. One of the wolves had finally succumbed. Laying bloodied and battered on the ground, it morphed to its human form with the last of its rapidly fleeting strength.

Racing towards the railings, her eyes widened as she stared with disbelief at the outline of the lieutenant -- her fated mate’s number two. The sight made her stomach clench. She held her hand to her mouth to cover a gasp as her inquisitive self scrambled to understand why this had happened.

His bereft human body illuminated by the pale silver light showed signs of abuse. His chest had been heavily scarred and the deep outline of his ribs hinted at malnourishment. A dark thick mound of thickened skin draped in blood encircled his neck. Was he collared? Cynthia inspected every detail of him, trying to find an answer to what was happening.

“He’s coming over!” squealed Mila as her blue eyes sparkled with gleam. “Oh.. and he’s so hot!” she said with a wide grin.

Thane walked in a determined strut towards them, and stopped dangerously close to their space. In his werewolf form he seemed larger than any werewolf both had seen before.
 
His large angular face marked a jutted chin, and his thrust-out chest of black fur radiated of superiority.

“Nice to meet you Thane! I’m Mila!” Mila said as she stopped herself from reaching out to grasp Thane’s massive chest. “I’m looking forward to us getting to know each other,” she said flushed in appearance.

“You’re Caim’s fated mate,” he said in a loud voice. “Bled him out last night. You belong to me now.”

Mila smiled and gave an appreciative sigh.

“And you,” tilting his head staring intently at Cynthia. “You’re Asch’s fated mate.
 
You WILL belong to me soon.”
 

NOT YET.

Thane’s thick hands found the curvy hips of Mila. Picking up and rotating what is rightfully his, he pulled back Mila’s hair and grasped her chin while glaring at Cynthia.

Mila shuddered in Thane’s tight clasp. But relaxed when she realize that maybe that this type of rutting was what turned Thane on. She wanted to make a good first expression. And besides, she told herself she would be open to anything.

Leaning in imposingly, Thane tightly looked at Cynthia.

“You WILL belong to me. You’re the last piece. Special.”