Fertile for the Alpha (BBW Billionaire Shape Shifter Paranormal Erotica)

by Sierra Wolf

  He traced her pussy lips, teasing her with the promise of fulfilment. He used his thumb to press and rub her engorged clit, bringing her arousal to new heights. Rebecca fell back against the stone, glad for something firm beneath her. The pleasure he was creating in her made her thoughts swim.

  One hand tugged on his massive erection, giving her a good look at what she could expect. Her breath was ragged; her body unused to the sensations of pleasure that the apha could make her feel. Her wet and wanton pussy was laid out for him, begging to be taken.

  “Don’t stop Cain,” she begged. She knew exactly what he was going to do next. As he carefully kissed and licked his way down the soft skin of her stomach, Rebecca could feel her aching slit clench in excitement. The men she had occasionally hooked up with had never been so focused on her pleasure alone. Cain seemed to be reading her mind, anticipating her every need.

  When he got to her mound, he didn’t dive into her entrance as Rebecca had expected. Instead, he planted butterfly kisses up and down her thighs, circling her womanhood. Her body wound itself tighter and tighter, until the whisper of his breath between her folds made her wet.

  “Not until I say so,” he growled.

  Despite this, Rebecca bucked her hips frantically, trying to make contact with his mouth. The wait was unbearable, her mind focussed only on his mouth. Finally, he licked her aching clit, teasing the sensitive nub with his tongue. She could feel her whole body melt at his ministrations. She tossed her head to the side, and she could see other couples now in the midst of their own lovemaking.

  “God you taste so good, Rebecca,” Mr. Fitzpatrick said into her pussy. His warm tongue licked and slid in and out of her entrance, unable to get enough of her sweet nectar. Then he replaced his tongue with his fingers. They probed into her wet channel, stretching her for what was to come. Her breath became short, her body desperate to come under the relentless assault of his tongue and his fingers.

  When he withdrew from her, she couldn’t help but whimper. Her pussy was still throbbing and unsatisfied. Why would he stop when he hadn’t yet finished? His hands gripped her hips, pulling them to the ledge of the stone slab.

  “Are you ready to become mine?” Cain asked. His hands worked at his cock, drawing the foreskin over the dark head. A drop of pre-cum glistened, and he slowly spread it over the head.

  Rebecca’s eyes widened. Even though she had dreamt of this moment so many times, she wasn’t sure she could take him all in now that he was in front of her. His cock was large, larger than any human man. He stepped towards her, his erection sliding wetly against her entrance.

  “Yes, Cain,” she said submissively.

  She spread apart her pussy lips with her hands to guide his cock into her. The sight was just too much for him. He surged ahead eagerly, blinded by lust. She could feel the large head push its way into her tight opening. She moaned loudly. Rebecca wasn’t sure if she was going to be able to fit all of him inside. It felt as though a log was splitting apart her slick entrance.

  “God Rebecca, you are so tight,” he grunted, trying to stuff his thick cock into her. Her wet tunnel tightened around him, so that he had to pull back and try again, pushing deeper each time. Rebecca opened her legs wider, trying to accommodate his girth. She didn’t think it was possible for him to go further, but he did, burying himself fully into her at last.

  “Oh Cain!” she screamed as he finally sank himself to the hilt inside of her. Her fingers dug into his back from the pain. Her breaths became short as he moved even a little, full at last.

  “You’re mine now Rebecca,” he growled, his eyes shining gold. He pulled out slowly, then slammed hard back into her. With each thrust she felt herself loosening up, amplifying each time they came together. Bursts of sensations shot through her body as he began to move faster and faster against her.

  His hands clutched the side of the marble for more leverage. The force of his exertions into her shook her body, driven to the brink by an animalistic lust to mate. He pounded into her tight pussy, balls slapping wetly against her ass. Rebecca lifted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. Cain felt incredible, filling up her womanhood completely.

  “I’m going to come!!” Rebecca moaned loudly, crying for release. She could feel a strong urge building up inside of her as he delved deeper into her loosened slit. She knew that she was close, driven to the edge by his steady rhythm. His hands pressed against the walls of her mound, building up the pressure until she felt herself come, stars bursting behind her eyes. She shook with the sensations. Her hands and her toes had clenched, and now they let go, sparks running along every part of her body.

  She felt herself clamp down onto Cain as waves of pleasure rocked her body. He pumped with hard strokes, sweat flying off him as his body tensed up. She felt him try and pull out, but she wouldn’t let him. Her legs locked behind his back, keeping him inside of her until he came too, with a loud howl, plunging deep into her to spurt out ropes of hot, milky seed.

  After a few moments, he caught his breath and pulled his limp dick out of her, collapsing by her side. Rivulets of his cum and her juices trickled out of Rebecca, but she was too tired to do anything about it. Around her she could hear more howls as others came around her. She sprawled, sated.

  “That was amazing,” she panted. “Thank you for letting me join.”

  Cain nuzzled up to her. “There’s going to be a lot more to come.”

  The Wolf’s Mating Season

  I stepped out of my tent, basking in the warmth of the morning sun. Before me stretched a deep valley, flanked by a river and the high ridges of the mountain range I called my own. As I slowly woke up to the day, I sniffed the air carefully, noting scents that carried news of other travelling packs. Usually I kept well clear of them if I could. A lone male without its pack was not welcome. This morning brought something more interesting to my inner wolf’s attention: the scent of a human.

  In the past decade, their growth had steadily encroached upon the forests across the country, where we lycans ran in the brightest phases of the moon. Of course, if they had known that they had werewolves for neighbors , they might have thought twice, but I already know how that had gone for my ancestors. It wasn’t unusual to catch such a scent with the wind, but I was intrigued because this one was female.

  Not many women undertook the famous trail that crossed our large country from end to end. As I began to pack up my tent, I idly wondered what sort of human she could be. I couldn’t tell how far off she was, and I hadn’t picked up her scent yesterday either. Now was not a good time to be encountering women. It was mating season, and the wolf within me was especially restless.

  I didn’t carry much, just a small pack, and I was ready within minutes. I didn’t need to feed; yesterday nights hunting had taken care of that nicely. That was one benefit of shifting I suppose, there was never any real fear of starvation or injury. It’s just a shame that one couldn’t spend their whole lives as a wolf. They certainly seemed to have it easier. But I’d heard enough stories about those who shifted for too long, and soon found the lines between human and wolf fading away.

  As the sun drew high in the sky, the wind shifted my way, and I got another whiff of the human female from the morning. She was definitely close, most likely only an hour or two up the trail. As I drew closer to her I could hear the sound of the river flowing, and the splashing of water. She was bathing. The realization sent desire surging through my body.

  She was tall and athletic, with a bronzed summer tan. Her blonde was combed up into a high ponytail. Her face was bright and open. Seeing her for those few moments brought back a rush of longing. How long had it been since I’d had a mate?

  I watched as she took off the rest of her clothes, alone in the wilderness. Her flannel top came off first, a quick tug over her head, arching up her back and revealing her generous breasts in profile. Next was her bra, and then the black leggings that showed off the smooth curve of her butt as she walked.

  I
could hardly believe my luck! Perhaps it was because it had been so long, but even my wildest dreams couldn’t compare to the goddess standing in front of me. Her nipples were a light pink, perched high up on her ample breasts. The wind blowing had caused them to harden, and I could see myself popping one into my mouth.

  Her stomach soft and rounded, flaring out to her perfect childbearing hips. My inner wolf howled at the sight, pleased with this perfect specimen of a mate. Though she was wearing a small pink thong, I could see the lips of her pussy through the thin material as she walked. I tracked her every move, her hips swaying as she jumped into the rushing water.

  I could feel my manhood become stiff, engorging with excitement at what I saw. Her body was absolutely amazing. I quickly unzipped my pants, pulling out my cock. It sprang free from the fabric, already throbbing with need. I wrapped a fist around my cock, the familiar actions happening without hesitation. In the back of my mind I knew that I shouldn’t be watching her like this. However, my body thought differently.

  As if she was teasing me, the woman surfaced and started to inspect her own body, giving me different views of her. Her hands ran up and down herself, pushing her breasts upwards and sliding slowly over her ass. Slowly, as if exploring her body for the first time, she began to trace her nipples lightly with a finger.

  My erection was rock hard, and I began to pump up and down my shaft faster. I saw her suck on her finger, wetting it before returning it to her breasts. As she continued to pinch her nipples, I could see her chest heave and gasp with the sensations she was giving herself. I wished desperately that I could have a closer look at those luscious breasts. As I leaned against a tree trunk, a familiar clenching in my stomach got stronger. In my mind it was the mysterious woman’s womanhood that pressed against me. I could see her on her knees, my erection pumping fluidly in and out of her as I mounted her from behind.

  I came with a shock, my cum splashing against the foliage. My breath was ragged. Seeing this woman naked had sent my pent up arousal into overdrive. Until now I had not realized just how strong my instincts had been. Last year my mate Arianna had been killed, and it had been too long since I had had to deny my own drive to procreate. As I let go of my half hard cock, I looked up to see that she was coming out of the water, evidently refreshed.

  Quickly, I turned around and returned back into the shadow of the forest. My eyes gleamed in the semidarkness as I fought my other half, trying to retain a grip on my own body. Fur rippled across my back, and I broke into a trot, running as far away as I could from her. My body lengthened, muscles bulging with brute strength. The wolf inside took over, howling. It needed to run.

  I allowed myself to streak through the forest, the sensations flitting through my wolf mind. Immediately I honed in on the smell of a deer. It would do as a distraction. But I knew that I needed release, one way or another. It was only a matter of when.

  The next morning, I woke up groggy and aching. The wind brought goosebumps across my bare flesh. For a moment I couldn’t remember what had happened. It was like that most times when the wolf prevailed. My memories would be fragmented, and I preferred it that way for the most part. It was near impossible to control myself once I had shifted completely, and it wasn’t until the power of the moon had hidden that I would regain consciousness.

  The woman.

  I got to my feet. I had to know where she was. Other young males would be prowling during the mating season. It was almost impossible to control the wolf in heat. And with the decline of female shifters it was becoming harder and harder to stay in control. The intensity of my animal instinct yesterday afternoon was a testament to that.

  Quickly I retraced my steps, my keen nose picking out the irregular path I had taken. Along the way I found my pack, and managed to find a change of clothes. Shifting often tore apart whatever I was wearing at the time. As another gust blew by me, my head swivelled at the familiar scent. She wasn’t far.

  There was something else too: she was hurt. I shouldered my pack and ran, cursing the fact that I was on two legs instead of four. Soon I found her, off the side of a small cliff. I could almost taste the sweat of her fear on her body. As I drew closer to her I paused. I knew better than to approach like this. I was liable to hurt her more than help her.

  It was clear that she had fallen somehow, and gashed her leg open.

  My breath came ragged and I had to hold onto a tree to catch my breath as I struggled with myself—her smell was overpowering. Now that I was closer, I could scent that she too was in heat. Fuck. This was not going to be easy. My inner wolf raged, pacing back and forth. I could feel myself wavering, my eyes slipping momentarily into the black and white canine view. I wrestled control back, this time for good.

  Even though I could leave her out in the open, the trail was not well maintained in this area, and it didn’t seem as though she knew how to take care of herself. Her wound had been open a while now, and she had yet to bandage herself up. Didn’t she know how enticing her scent was to a predator? With packs of males roaming to mate right now, she’d become an easy target. Somehow I knew I couldn’t let that happen.

  Slowly I walked out from the cover of the trees, purposefully making noise. Fearfully she turned around. Head on, she was breathtaking.

  “Hi,” she said with relief.

  “What happened?”

  “I was up on the ridge there, taking pictures. I took a step too far, and it crumbled. It was a stupid move.”

  A shudder passed through her body. My instincts honed onto it. I wanted to wrap myself around her, but I knew that would only serve to freak her out more. There was a side path that led back up towards the main trail. I guessed that other hikers had also fallen this way before. As I got to her side, I noticed that her cheek was streaked with tears. I dropped my own pack and began to riffle through it, searching for the first aid kit.

  “I’m Cole,” I said, holding out my hand.

  “Tanya.”

  Her hand was soft and cool to the touch, but her grip was surprisingly firm. Below her pain, I could sense a strong personality. My inner wolf approved. I frowned, but it was too late. My cock was already stirring against my thigh, the blood already draining from my head to my groin. The urge to take her out here in the open stirred even my human imagination. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

  “It looks bad doesn’t it?” she asked, mistaking my expression.

  “Well, aside from the gash, I think you twisted it pretty badly. It’s definitely swollen up quite a bit. I’m thinking you won’t be able to move for at least a while, maybe even the rest of the day. It gets dark quite early now, and trying to find your way on foot won’t be easy in the mountains.”

  “What am I going to do! My pack’s fallen over the edge.”

  I looked over the lip of the cliff. It was definitely gone.

  “Don’t worry Tanya. I can stay with you for the night. We’re only a day and a half from the next service station on the Trail.”

  “I couldn’t possi-“

  “I’m staying,” I said firmly. “It can be dangerous out here alone.” Especially for a fertile, young woman like yourself, I added in my mind.

  Her emerald eyes crinkled, smiling for the first time. I felt my erection stretch against my shorts, and tried to shift my body away from her to hide it. Inside, the wolf in me wagged, pleased to be bedding with her in our makeshift den. An animal lust coursed through me…

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  Other Titles by Sierra Wolf

  Innocence: Under the Wolf's Protection

  Interview with the Alpha

  Deal with the Alpha

  The Wolf's Mating Season

  The Wolf's Curvy Midnight Appetite

  Claimed by the Alpha

  Mated to the Alpha

  About Sierra.

  I've always had a passion for shifters, imagining the parallel lives they live beside our own. Inspired by these daydreams, I've decided to unleash my naug
hty nature into the world! When I'm not writing, I like to hike and explore the Rocky Mountains that make up my backyard. Thanks for reading my story.

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