The Alpha’s Tempting Mate

“Promise me, when you are free, you will not fear. You will still make your choices. Travel, like you wanted to. Forget this time. Forget me.”

“I promise I will live without fear,” I whisper. “But, I can never forget.” Not this time. Not him. Deep down, I know it’s true. I’ve known him only a few hours, but, somehow, he’s a part of me.

“Come here.” He lifts his chin, gaze on my lips.

I know he wants a kiss, but I can’t resist the temptation to straddle his lap first, then slant my lips over his.

He growls, drawing my lower lip into his mouth, taking control back, even with his wrists bound. He tastes of wine and fruit. His facial hair rubs against my face as he tilts his head and masters me with his kiss, tongue sweeping between my lips.

My breath comes faster, liquid heat pooling between my legs. I moan and rub my clit over his erect cock. His tongue twines with mine. I wonder if these are the kinds of kisses he gives on dates and I’m immediately furious with every girl he’s had sex with. As if one of them were here now, waiting to take him away from me, I loop an arm around his neck and claim his mouth right back, pressing my breasts against his muscled chest.

Nothing’s ever felt so right in my life. Would it be the worst thing in the world to have sex with him? He’s an alpha wolf, a magnificent lover. For a first, it probably doesn’t get any better than that. And he doesn’t harbor any illusion of keeping me. He just said goodbye, for fates’ sake.

The wine is working its magic, along with Carlos’ tongue, slipping in and out of my mouth on the same rhythm I’m grinding over his cock.

A wanton sound leaves my mouth. I want him. My wolf wants him.

I look down at his cock erect between us. I shift back and grip it and Carlos breaks off the kiss. I watch him struggle with his wolf, eyes changing from chocolate brown to amber and back to brown.

“Don’t do it,” he growls.

I freeze. I expected encouragement. Well, he just told me to make my own choices. I line his cock up with my entrance and rub the head in my juices.

His eyes widen, almost with panic. “Sedona.”

“What?”

“What are you doing, angel?”

I thrust my hips forward and take a half inch of his head into my channel. He’s huge and I’m tight, so there’s a momentary stretch.

Carlos yanks on the restraints like he wants to stop me.

“Please,” I whine. “I need this.”

“Sedona, you’re killing me.”

I wrench back, sitting on my heels. His huge cock waves in front of me, inviting my touch. I wrap my hand around it and he groans.

“I want you.” I look him in the eye as I tell him. “I want this.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” Sweat beads on his forehead, his breath is harsh and labored.

“I do. You told me yourself. It’s time I start living my own life. Making my own choices. I choose you.” I lean into him. “This is happening.”

He shuts his eyes.

I pick up the key to the cuffs. I may have decided to get my V-card punched, but it will probably be a way better experience if he’s free, since he’s the one who knows what he’s doing.

I start to unlock him, and his eyes snap open.

“No,” he roars. There’s an urgency to his voice that makes my wolf sit up and listen. I have a biological response to his alpha command. My pussy turns molten, my body goes weak with submission. But that only makes me want this more. “Don’t uncuff me. You’re not safe.”

“I don’t want to be safe,” I remind him. I’m not teasing, not brave. Not when he pulls alpha on me. But I’ve made my decision. I’m not going to let some male authority take away my choices, like I have my whole life.

I get one of his wrists unlocked. The minute his hand comes free, he snatches my nape and yanks my mouth to his. His tongue plunges before I can catch my breath. He dominates my mouth, punishing me with a hard, demanding kiss.

But when he breaks away, he shakes his head, his dark eyes glowing amber at the edges. “I can’t,” he pants, “-not safe.”

But my wolf needs this as much as his. She’s decided she’s having him. My fingers tremble as I release the second wrist cuff.

Carlos is free.

He lunges for me. In a flash, I’m flat on my back knees spread up to my shoulders. Carlos attacks my pussy with his mouth, hungry, devouring. He sucks and nips my labia, suctions his mouth right over my clit and pulls hard.

I scream, back bowing up on the mattress.

Fates, yes.

“Fuck, Sedona,” he growls, palming my ass, squeezing my cheeks firmly enough to leave marks. It satisfies me on a deep level, his intensity meets the burning need within me.

He drags his open mouth up my belly and latches his lips over my nipple, biting before sucking it hard.

I arch up, pussy contracting as I feel the ghost of his tongue still there. “Please,” I whimper. I don’t need foreplay. In fact, I’ll die if he gets me any more aroused. I need satisfaction. No tongue. No fingers. Even though I’ve never had a cock, my instincts scream for consummation in that way. I somehow know nothing else will do but to feel the hard length of him moving between my legs.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Carlos pops off my nipple and shocks me to my toes by slapping the same breast he’d just pleasured.

“Oh.” I didn’t even know that was a thing, but I freaking love it. “Carlos, please. I’m ready.”

He slaps my breast again. His brows are drawn low; passion, hunger, pure animal nature burns in his eyes. Anger, too, because he’s still working hard to keep his wolf in check. “You’ll take whatever I give you, muneca. I told you not to unlock me. In fact, I think a little punishment is in order.”

Wait… what? I jerk up onto my elbows.

He scoops me into his arms, spins around and sits on the side of the bed, draping me over his lap. His hand crashes down three times before I can wiggle my ass. “That’s for teasing me, mi amor.”

Oh, it’s on. My wolf wants to struggle, only to feel his mastery. If we were in animal form, he’d be chasing me through the woods now, nipping my flank.

He keeps spanking. “And this is for not listening. The cuffs were for your safety.”

Oh lordy. My ass burns, but it feels so right. Again, it’s exactly the intensity I crave. I need this pain, need something to ease the pressure building inside me.

Because my wolf craves the game, I kick and try to throw myself off him, but he’s quick, clamping his leg over mine and pinning my wrists behind my back. I love feeling his physical power, how easily he holds me in place for his punishment. He keeps slapping my ass. The heat his spanks produces is wonderful. Intoxicating.

“You over-estimate my control, muneca. You think I can give you what you desire without tearing you up?”