Page 2 of Mate to the Alpha Of All Alphas
But, instead of following his instincts, he lowered himself on top of her beautiful body, his lips lowering to hers and taking them possessively.
She arched into his hold and felt him. His huge cock throbbing against her lower stomach, a blatant reminder of what she will be taking inside her very soon. She'd bet her last dollar that it wouldn't fit—
A moan broke from her throat as his lips slid from hers and moved down her neck. Then, arching her to him, his head lowered further to a tight, swollen tip of a breast. His teeth rasped over the sensitive point, causing her to jerk in reaction, pleasure searing her a second before it exploded through her senses.
His mouth covered the hard nub, drawing on it with hard, hungry pulls of his mouth and quick flicks of his tongue. At the same time, his hand trailed down, past her belly, and pressed against her clit.
She jerked from the bed as pleasurable feelings like an electric shock went through her body. At the same time, he buried a finger inside her and they groaned at the same time.
“Wolfe. Oh God, what are you doing to me?” she cried out, a wild, uncontrollable rush of adrenaline rushing through her.
His groan was about how wonderful she felt around him. She was all tight and liquid. His finger withdraw and entered her again, and again, and again.
She was going to explode. Ismena could feel it. She was going to orgasm from the feel of his lips on her nipple and his finger inside her, filling this intense ache he ignited in her.
Her pussy clenched, the involuntary rush of sensation spearing through the aching depths almost violent in its response.
"Ooooohhhh..." It was just like five nights ago. Just as wicked. Just as carnal. Just as intense.
"Damn, your walls are too narrow. I'm going to have to prepare you well for me," his tone deeper than normal, telling her how close the wolf is to the surface. "I can't wait to be inside you."
Sensation was racing to her clit, to her pussy. Her womb clenched hard and tight, rippling with nearing ecstasy as she moaned and fought desperately to get closer to him.
A cry tore from her as his teeth pressed against the hard nipple, sensitizing it further. He raked them against it, then drew it back, sucked it inside, and licked over it.
The different sensations were killing her with pleasure.
“What are you doing to me?” she gasped. “Oh God, Wolfe, it’s so good. So good.” it has never been like this...!
Slowly, he added a second finger, stretching her.
She moaned shyly, burying her face on his throat even as she arched her hungry body to his plunging fingers seeking the release she can feel just out of reach.
Then, he twisted his fingers, plunged in so deep inside her, and at the same time, he took her nipple into his mouth, his teeth elongated just a tiny bit into fangs, and he bit down on the puckered bud.
She exploded with a scream, shaking in his arms. Her body raptured into several pieces, it was too much. The shattering, violent explosions of ecstasy sent her hurtling higher into her release.
But he wasn't done with her. He added a third finger, or tried to. Her pulsating channel wouldn't take the extra appendage deep. So, he settled for whirling it through her shivering inner walls, prolonging her orgasm.
"aaaaAAAAAHHH...!" Ismena screamed again. Her eyes watered. It was too much. This...THIS...is too much.
"Wait! W-Waaait...!" Her hands shot out to hold his, but he grabbed hold of her wrists with his other hand and raised it high above her head in a tight grip, successfully holding them captive. His fingers pushing into her ruthlessly, determined to draw out her release to the last thread.
"Oh, myyyyy...!" Her thighs shook, her body writhed. Sweat gathered, even when the room is cold.
Then, he gave in to the overwhelming urge that has been banging through him since he began exploring her body. His head lowered to her neck
Ismena knew what he was going to do and began protesting with her body, trying to push her neck away from his seeking mouth. "No, no, please, it's going to...be too...much!" She cried.
Wolfaraine knows, which is precisely why he was going for it. She needed all the pleasures she can get for what will come next. "You can take it."
His head pressed closer to that sensitive part of her neck that will wear his mark forever if there were ever a mating ritual, and swiped his tongue across it.
Her body jerked like a massive electric current just passed through it. She sobbed, dripping more of her essence which coated his finger and spilled out to his hand.
He swiped his tongue there again.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh, my God!" The cries spilled from her lips, her head shaking from side to side. At this rate, she'll go out of her mind. How can a feeling like this exist?
