*Selena*
He moved one of my legs over his shoulder, and his warm lips pressed against my wet area. His kisses ignited a shiver through me, intensifying the dampness between my thighs. Sensations of moisture trickling down my skin heightened as he continued his actions.
His tongue traced a long path, and as he glanced upwards, his gaze locked onto mine. The sight of him on his knees, pleasuring me, added to the heat of the moment. Gradually, he enclosed my clit between his lips, sucking with fervor that caused my eyes to shut involuntarily, overwhelmed by pleasure.
My legs wavered, and I clung to his shoulder for support.
“Open your eyes, baby,” he growled, making me submit to his desire. My eyelids lifted, finding him pleasuring me as if it was his utmost duty.
His half-lidded eyes burned with desire, his lips glistening with my arousal. Nuzzling into my wetness, he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of my desire. His tongue resumed its exploration, diligently licking every inch of me.
Sucking on my intimate folds, his actions provoked me to writhe and toss my head in ecstasy. “Keep your gaze on me, Selena, as I eat your pussy,” he demanded. The sound of my name in his commanding tone had a captivating and different allure.
His words pushed me to the brink. My breaths grew heavy, my stomach coiling with anticipation. He focused on my folds while simultaneously inserting a finger into me, skillfully manipulating my innermost core. The sensation was intense; his finger was thick, stretching my tight opening. The initial discomfort morphed into a potent pleasure that enveloped my entire being.
He introduced another figure into my aching vagina, causing a breath to escape my lips in a surprised gasp. The sensation was overwhelming as if every inch of me was already perfectly satisfied and without an inch to spare. With deliberate intent, he tilted his head upward to meet my gaze.
“Now, I’ll be adding yet another finger,” he announced, his voice a blend of assertion and request. His eyes held mine, demanding an unbroken connection as he continued, “Keep your focus on me as I fuck you with my fingers.”
His words sent a shiver through me, a mix of anticipation and trepidation. It seemed nearly implausible, as I was already stretched by the presence of his two robust fingers. I yearned to ask him a question, to inquire about the feasibility of this endeavor, but time slipped away as his intention came to fruition. Another digit was introduced within me, accompanied by a momentary pang of discomfort. However, he skillfully manipulated his fingers, orchestrating a dance that transformed the initial discomfort into a crescendo of pleasure.
My voice caught in my throat, the words I sought to utter dissolved into a soft moan as he buried his face against my most intimate place. His fervent attention to my clit was a surge of sensation that built rapidly. He sucked hard, and I shattered within his embrace. Ecstasy cascaded through me as I exploded, my cum spilling onto his waiting mouth. His ministrations persisted, his fingerwork unwavering and moving into me fiercely until the tide of my climax began to ebb.
As a semblance of serenity settled over me, he extracted his fingers with a gentle precision. At that moment, I lay saturated with a profound sense of contentment. I was happy and content to have him for myself.
He was mine!
Mine!
As my eyelids lifted, the sight that met me was him hurriedly undoing his belt, a palpable impatience in his actions. His eyes had taken on a shade of red akin to the fiery intensity reflected in Lyon’s countenance, mirrored on Zander’s face. A surge of nervousness entwined with exhilaration knotted within me; I could hardly wait to feel him within me.
Nervously, I swallowed, my apprehension and eagerness tangling together, creating a whirlwind within me. The anticipation was electric, a heady mix of emotions that surged through me as I gazed at him.
My eyes widened as his sizable cock sprung free from the confines of his boxers. The memory of his substantial size had nearly slipped my mind amidst the haze of morning lust. But here, bathed in the luminous light of his office, he stood in all his full stature, and I could discern every intricate detail of his physique.
He took hold of my legs, guiding them around his waist as he thrust forcefully. A cry was wrenched from me, my head falling back against the table, overcome by the intensity of his movements. Zander leaned closer, his body hovering above mine, his lips tantalizingly close to mine.
“What have you done to me?” he groaned, his voice tinged with a desperate longing. “Why can’t I ever have enough? The more I have you, the more insatiable I become.” His words were a raw confession, muffled by the searing kiss he pressed upon my lips.
His hunger was palpable, his body still buried within me, as if he yearned to remain connected as fiercely as I did. I clutched at his shoulders, my nails inadvertently scratching his back, an unexpected surge of pleasure rippling through him, evident in the hiss that escaped him as he bit down on my lip. Then I felt him again knotting inside me. I cried as it was always painful in the beginning. His eyes darkened, causing me to forget to focus on anything else but him.
“Sweetheart, you feel so fucking good,” he gasped, his breath ragged as he withdrew slightly before surging forward with an intense thrust.
His hands deftly lowered the strap of my dress, baring my breasts to his gaze. He kneaded and caressed them, his fingers expertly pinching my nipples, igniting a symphony of pleasure within me that culminated in a passionate scream.
“Selena,” he rasped, his voice laden with a mixture of need and admiration. “You’ve ruined my dick for any other she-wolf. My cock responds only to your voice, your touch, and the memory of you. It yearns for no one but you,” he declared, his words carrying a primal intensity that matched the rhythm of his faster, deeper thrusts.
Ecstasy coursed through me, a symphony of sensations as his words washed over me. The realization that his declarations were genuine sent a surge of happiness radiating through my being. To know that I held such power over this dominant Alpha king was intoxicating beyond measure; it was me who could bring him to his knees.
His movements grew more urgent, a testament to the mounting tension that gripped us both. Pleasure and desire melded into one, and I could feel my climax approaching like an unstoppable tide.
“Zander,” I gasped, my voice a breathless plea, “I’m coming.”
“Come for me, baby,” he commanded, his tone a mixture of authority and longing. “Come onto my cock.”
His words were like an electric jolt, igniting the final spark that set off a series of explosive sensations. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me as I succumbed to the pleasure.
With a guttural groan, Zander followed suit, the intensity of his release mirrored in the frenzied rhythm of his movements. He spilled his seeds inside me, and the hot wave sent a signal of satisfaction to my heart. In the aftermath, we lay entangled in each other’s arms, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths still ragged. The table upon which our passion had been ignited became a haven for our spent forms.
After a few minutes, when our breathing had steadied, Zander gently helped me to sit on the table. His touch was tender as he adjusted my dress. However, amidst the tenderness, I blushed as I noticed him pick up my torn panties from the floor and tuck them into his pocket. It was a revealing gesture, a display of his newfound possessiveness that he hadn’t previously exhibited so openly.
“Emile is taking me to her boss,” I began, choosing to resume our discussion now that we had both descended from the heights of our shared climax. The air was heavy with the remnants of intimacy, but the matter at hand demanded attention.
“I’ll be right behind you. You won’t be alone,” he assured me, his tone firm and unwavering.
I nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and determination. As time passed, Zander reluctantly released me from his arms and let me return to the pack house. I bided my time, waiting for the night to cloak my movements.
Being true to her words, Emile came and motioned me to follow her. In the shroud of darkness, she led me on a secretive path, a journey to encounter her boss. Though I couldn’t see him, I knew Zander was shadowing my every step. As I approached the linchpin of this conspiracy, the rhythm of my heart quickened. Each step I took seemed to amplify the anticipation that churned within me.
Emile eventually halted in front of a house nestled at the farthest end of the village. My heart pounded so loudly that I half expected it to leap from my chest. My gaze was drawn to the door that separated me from the mastermind. The threshold stood as a barrier, a gateway to unveiling the identity of the one behind this scheme to dismantle the werewolf community.
With a secret key in hand, Emile unlocked the door, revealing a room drenched in dim illumination. A shadowy figure adorned in a suit occupied the space. Familiarity tingled at the edge of my senses, but I couldn’t place it yet. As he turned to face me, the truth unfurled before me like a tapestry, and shock, followed by disbelief, gripped me in its icy embrace. My eyes widened, attempting to reconcile the unexpected revelation that stood before me.