Page 69 of Mate to the Alpha Of All Alphas
Doesn't matter, his own hunger for her was just as high, especially since he walked into his bathroom and caught her touching herself. Her face is the image of pure pleasure. He was barely hanging on a thread.
He ran his fingers all over her shoulders, deliberately avoiding her breasts where her hand have been. He grabbed a hold of her wet hair from her nape and moved it to her front to rest on the right part of her body, baring her left neck completely.
She angled her neck to give him better access, closing her eyes as she felt his hot breath on her neck.
"I want to watch you," he said in a voice so low, it was mumbled vibration.
"Watch me?" She whispered.
"I want to watch you touch yourself." He placed a kiss on her neck.
"Wolfaraine...!" She gasped, shocked and embarrassing.
He turned her to face him then and stepped back. He nodded and crossed his arm over his wide chest, "It was sexy as hell, seeing you moan while pleasuring yourself and thinking of me. So, I want to watch you do it for me now."
"But, I can't—"
"You can." He drawled seductively, "Touch yourself for me, Ismena."
Like she'd received a compulsive command from the supernatural God of Sex himself, Ismena found herself automatically giving in to him. She was so aroused, she knows it wouldn't take much from him and she'll come.
Her face was all shades of blush as her trembling hand moved on its own accord to her belly where it rested for a moment. Then, it began moving down...down...down... Her eyes closed.
"No. I want you to look at me."
Her eyes snapped open and settled on his hard, chiseled, handsome-like-the-devil-but-never-smiling face. Although it remained unreadable, but the intense look in his blue eyes screamed banked-up desire.
When her fingers found her wet, swollen clit, she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips.
Just as he wanted, her eyes held his all the time she touched herself, her fingers pressing and moving on the nub as she rubbed herself in the leisurely pace she created. The fact that he was watching her do this felt so forbidden and erotic at the same time, it only fueled her pleasure.
As the sensations got worse, her eyes began to dim and her pace increased. Oh God, but she was burning hotter than thermite now, she needed relief!
Soft mewls like a kitten's escaped her throat over and over again, as her body became more absorbed with what she was doing. Her thighs trembled.
Those sounds she made were arousing as hell. Wolfaraine was so wired, he could no longer watch without doing anything. So, he moved.
Her eyes were so dim she didn't see him move behind her. She gasped when he placed a hand on top of hers stilling it's movement—only toresume again but this time, with his hand on top of hers, controlling hers, guiding hers.
"Let me teach you how to pleasure yourself properly," he groaned into her ear.
"Oh God...," She cried out as pleasure filled her system.
Ismena thought she must be walking on the clouds. Knees weak, she leaned back and rested on him. She moaned as his erection pressed above her ass, her other hand rose and curled around his neck.
With his other hand, he reached behind him and turned on the shower, but kept the level on 'low', so that water will fall on them not rain on them.
"This is how you do it," His voice vibrated, sending shivers down her spine.
He began by changing the rhythm of her hand. With his fingers guiding hers, he massaged her hard, swollen nub, adding more pressure—not enough to make her cum, but enough to send another wave of vibration through her body.
Then, he guided her fingers to the outer lips of her pussy, and then the inner part of it. Pressing and massaging them until her cries intensified. Her liquid coated his fingers, dripping down with the water.
"Wolfe," she panted, squeezing her eyes and biting her lips hard. "I'm g-going to... I'm g-going to..."
She cut off with a whimper as he bent down and scrapped his teeth to the sensitive part of her neck. His other hand found her breast and gripped it hard.
He guided her hand further down and circled her opening rhythmically.
