Alethea
He slams my back against the snooker table, and only then do I realize just how far I’ve drifted from the pole.
But I don’t care. I’ve been lost in the pleasure, to notice anything else.
“Ally, you’re mine,” he growls, with possession, the intensity of his words sends a deep, aching throb through me.
I can’t speak. I can only nod, too stunned to find my voice.
With one swift motion, he yanks my gown down, as the fabric pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. His dark, heated gaze sweeps over my body, gleaming with raw hunger.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice rough.
I shudder under his stare and my skin tingles. Slowly, I move my hand between my thighs, and I slide my fingers against my aching clit. I gasp at the sensation I feel.
“Yes,” he groans with need. “Touch yourself for me.”
I obey, rolling my fingers in slow circles, and my body trembles as he watches me, his breath coming fast.
With slow, predatory steps, he closes the distance between us, and his gaze locks on mine, dark with desire. Then, without hesitation, he yanks my panties off, the cool air brushing against my heated skin.
A teasing smile tugs at the corner of my lips. I was wondering when you were going to do that.
“You’re pretty daring, Ally,” he murmurs with approval. “And I like this side of you.”
I hold his gaze and smile-a slow, sultry smile-before bringing my fingers to my mouth, licking them clean, tasting my arousal.
“Oh, Ally,” he groans, as he steps closer, with hunger in his eyes.
In one swift motion, he rips my bra off, leaving me completely bare before him.
His hands move instantly-one slide between my legs, fingers my clit, while the other cups my breast.
A deep moan escapes me, and my body arches into his touch, overwhelmed by the sensation.
He moves his hand, tracing a slow, deliberate path from my clit up to my belly button, then higher, over my cleavage, and finally to my lips.
Without thinking, I part them and his fingers slip inside. I suck on them, tasting myself, while I watch the way his jaw tightens.
A deep growl rumbles in his chest as my hand moves on its own accord, sliding down to his length. My fingers wrap around the head of his cock.
His breath stutters. His whole body tenses.
“Fuck, Ally,” he groans, his control hanging by a thread.
“Wait here,” he commands.
I nod, unable to speak. Right now, I’m numb to everything except the thrumming through my veins. My body burns and aches for whatever pleasure he intends to give me.
I watch as he moves toward the large refrigerator, with my shallow breath, my pulse erratic. When he returns, he’s holding a pack of yogurt and a bowl of strawberries.
Goddess, this man will be the death of me.
It’s only then that I truly notice-he’s completely naked now.
The sight of him in all his glory is almost too much to handle. He moves with effortless precision, his every step radiating raw power. Even unclothed, he exudes dominance, a formidable force that commands attention.
And his body…
Tall, strong, perfectly sculpted. His abs are a masterpiece, hard and defined, each ridge carved to perfection. My gaze travels lower, down the sharp V-line of his waist, and my mouth runs dry. Damn, it’s a killer.
At this moment, one thought cements itself in my mind-if he wasn’t my mate, if I had a single taste of him, I swear, I would never fuck another man again.
Slut.
Xena, my wolf, finally decides to grace me with her presence, in my head.
Agreed, I answer without shame. I belong to him-my Alpha, the only man who makes my heart race, the only one who has ever truly owned me.
The Alpha who stormed into my life like a thunderclap shattered every ounce of my self-control.
The Alpha who made me throw caution to the wind, without protection.
And I don’t regret it. Not for a second.
I’d do it again. Over and over.
He moves with deliberate intent, his fingers uncap the yogurt. His dark, heated gaze locks onto mine.
“Spread your legs,” he commands with dominance, shaking me to my very core. A shiver racks my body, deep and all-consuming.
I obey without hesitation, as I part my thighs, as I offer myself completely to my Alpha.
He tilts the container, pouring a generous amount of the cool, creamy yogurt onto my clit.
A gasp rips from my throat as the cold meets my burning skin, sending shockwaves through me.
He drizzles it over my belly, letting it trickle down to my breasts, painting my skin in a way that makes me ache even more.
I watch, mesmerized, as the yogurt drips onto the snooker table beneath me.
I know he doesn’t mind.
He slowly drops to his knees, and my breath catches in my throat.
Watching him-the powerful Alpha, a man who commands respect, who should never be seen kneeling-goes down before me without hesitation, without doubt in his eyes… It sends a shiver down my spine.
This shows how far he’s willing to go for me and how much he’s willing to give, it nearly brings tears to my eyes.
But before I can dwell on the overwhelming emotion, his tongue finds my clit, and I gasp, my body jerks as a wave of pleasure crashes over me.
I throw my head back, with a shuddering moan as he sucks, nibbles, and teases, his fingers expertly playing at my most sensitive spot.
My vision blurs, stars dancing in my eyes as he licks the yogurt off me with his tongue.
He moves with precision, worshiping every inch of my body coated in the creamy sweetness, his tongue tracing over my belly, my ribs, every dip and curve of my skin.
My legs tremble, my body unable to stay still under his relentless attention.
Then, his lips travel higher.
He reaches my breasts, his mouth warm as he licks away the yogurt first, then captures a nipple between his lips, sucking deeply.
A strangled moan rips from my throat, and my body arches into his mouth.
“I’m going wild!” Xena purrs, her excitement blending with mine, pushing me closer to the edge of madness.
I know this moment will be etched in my mind for years to come. He claims that he will always bring me more pleasure, more peace than the last.
He sucks harder. My back arches instinctively as I reach for him, my fingers tangle in the back of his neck, pulling him closer. I need more. I crave more. And he gives it to me without hesitation, devouring me like I’m his only source of sustenance.
Slowly, he releases my nipple, his lips tracing a hot, wet path down my body. My breath stutters as he lowers himself again, kneeling before me like a worshipper before his goddess.
The moment his tongue finds my clit again, the dam I’ve been holding back shatters.
A broken moan leaves my lips as he sucks me in deep, his tongue driving me insane. No other man has ever touched me like this-not that I’ve ever had another. He is my first. My only.
And right now, the way he claims me makes me certain that he will be my forever.
His tongue delves deeper, and I lift my hips, grinding against him, chasing the pleasure that builds with every stroke of his lips.
My whole body is on fire, as it tingles with the sparks of pleasure igniting beneath my skin. My head buzzes with an overwhelming sensation.
I can feel it-my orgasm. My body starts to tremble, jerking uncontrollably as the pleasure coils tighter, ready to snap.
“A-Asher…” I moan, my hips arching desperately into his mouth.
He doubles down, his tongue delving deeper, flicking against me with expert precision. The pressure builds, pushing me higher, until-
A loud, shuddering cry rips from my throat as I crash into bliss, my entire body shaking with the force of my release.
“Asher!” I gasp, surrendering completely as wave after wave rolls through me.
He doesn’t let a single drop of my pleasure go to waste, his mouth claiming every bit of me, and his tongue laps up my release as if he can’t get enough.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when I feel him shift.
Oh, my…
A new shiver rolls through me.
My Alpha isn’t done with me yet.