Alpha Exposed

by Anya Breton

  He’d have to try anyway.

  “Dion,” Sam screamed when she broke.

  He continued the ruthless slash of his tongue within her ass even as the orgasm took control of her muscles. His fingers eased up on her clit while her body trembled.

  Sam’s back lifted several inches in a long inhale and then she twisted her slick body. He got a prime view of her glorious chest where his glass of whisky had been minutes earlier. Sated eyes blinked languidly at him from the tabletop. Sam gripped the skirt gathered around her waist with reddened knuckles as she sucked in her lower lip.

  “Fuck me, Dion,” she demanded over her shoulder, in the breathy delivery that never failed to tug at his insides. “Fuck me, please.”

  “Sam,” he groaned from the unbearable need.

  And then she added, “Wherever you want. Just fuck me.”

  Lust burst through his eyes, darkening his vision. He saw only Sam’s beautiful body laid out like the endless buffet she was. She’d given him permission to take her ass. He knew that. And there was no way he’d refuse it.

  As much as he wanted to be inside her, he needed to make sure she was ready. Dion worked his index finger into her ass, careful to watch her face for an adverse reaction. She made no noise—a point that might have been worrying if he didn’t know her so well. Sam bit her lip, hiding her reaction because she was still slightly ashamed of what she enjoyed. Only when she ceased gently worrying at her tender skin did he attack the fasteners on his leather pants.

  But now he had a problem. Condom. Did he have one? Shit. He’d never forgive himself if this perfect moment was ruined because he’d been unprepared.

  As if reading his mind, Sam whispered, “In my purse.”

  She’d brought one?

  He’d been too focused on her tits in the indecent dress to pay attention to what else she might have carried. A quick glance at the seat merited him a velvet clutch—a very sexy velvet clutch with a stack of condoms hidden inside.

  She’d come prepared.

  “You’re amazing,” he crooned even as he worked a second digit inside her and then tore at the foil with his teeth.

  The hot little witch’s hands made convulsive motions over her nipples when he slipped a third finger inside.

  “You’re all I’ve ever needed,” Dion continued. It was time.

  Sam’s spine went rigid when he withdrew his hand. Her torso rose from the surface. He massaged the bony ridge of her hip with comforting motions as he spread the rubber over his erection.

  Leaning in, he whispered, “Are you sure, sweetheart?”

  “Yes.” It was a sound barely louder than a sigh. But he’d heard it.

  Dion drew in a long, steadying breath. He got to his knees atop the cushion for the height it would give him. He positioned his dick at the base of her ass. Doubt flooded his mind.

  Was she doing this for the right reasons? “Samantha?”

  Her lungs released a shaky gust of air. “Yes?”

  “Do you want this too? Or are you only doing it because you think I want it?”

  There was a soft laugh from below—a noise nearly hidden beneath their audience’s snickers. No, this wasn’t dominant behavior. He didn’t care if his peers saw him as submissive. All that mattered was Sam.

  “I want what you want,” she replied.

  He gathered her into his arms, bringing her against his chest where he could speak into her ear. And so he could feel her close. It was where she belonged. “I want you to be happy.”

  “I am, Dion. Never happier.”

  “What about children?” he blurted out.

  Where had that question come from? More importantly, why had he asked it now? Sam must have wondered as well because her neck craned until their gazes met.

  Her forehead knitted in an adorable fashion. “What?”

  Dion swallowed down the fear that had plagued him for too long. “The virus. It’s in me. If we have children, it will be in them. I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy, let alone the creature I’d love above all but you.”

  The haze of lust cleared from her eyes as she drew her lower lip between her teeth. Her thoughtful expression lasted several seconds. And then she gave him his answer. “I’d never have met you if not for the virus. But children isn’t something I’ve thought of, not when I had to raise my little sister.” Sam cupped his face. “Like you said, you’re all I’ve ever needed.”

  He truly hoped she meant it.

  Sam tugged playfully at his cheek. “But is now really the best time to talk about children?”

  A nervous chuckle escaped him. “Is that a hint?”

  “Oh yes.” She wiggled her slick heat against his erection. “Please, Dion, take me.”

  He’d take her. He’d take her so no one else ever could.

  Dion stood atop the seat, with Sam clenched to his chest, gaining the attention of every patron in the club. With a deft gesture, he gently set his nearly nude beauty on all fours atop the table for everyone to see.

  The noises he’d ignored invaded. A cacophony of catcalls, hollers and whistles pierced his ears. Countless offers to finish what he’d started bounced off the walls. A dozen brands of spice filled his nose—markers of the arousal belonging to strangers. Pride swelled within him.

  They wanted his witch. They couldn’t have her.

  Primal need had him surging forward until the tip of his dick hit her ass. Concern for her comfort made Dion slow the roaring demand inside him. But when she wiggled her ass with that sexy motion she did so well, it was all he could do not to spear her.

  Bit by sensitive bit, Dion breached her ass with care. His eyes rolled up into his head from the magnificent tightness that coiled around him. Pleasure embraced his every muscle. He withdrew at this cautious pace several times, easing his way in farther with each push until she’d taken him fully.

  Dion stilled, marveling at how well she’d done. “I fucking love you,” he whispered.

  “I fucking love her too,” someone called from one of the corners, clearly a faction member with supernatural hearing. Dion battled his dueling sides—his possessive Alpha nature and the part of him that loved exhibitionism. His deviant side won.

  He drew his pelvis back and then fucked her like she’d demanded.

  Each thrust pulled a deeper sigh from her chest. Dion slipped his arms around her hips, lifting her upright against his chest. The new pose afforded him the ability to mold his hand over her perfect tit.

  Sam got into the motion, pumping her thighs. She hadn’t lied. She was doing this for herself as well.

  The magnificent woman rode him faster, harder, right up to a climax that tore a shriek from the strong column of her throat. Dion gritted his teeth and dug his fingers painfully into his thigh to keep from going with her.

  Not yet. Not fucking yet. He wasn’t done with her.

  Though her ass was good, amazing even, it wasn’t perfect. Because he couldn’t kiss her.

  Dion withdrew fully. He keenly felt the loss. His sweet witch must have as well. She pinned him with a wide, worried expression as he reached for the glass of whisky. He swished the alcohol around in his mouth for several seconds and then spit it back into the glass.

  “You haven’t come yet,” she whispered.

  “Lemme help with that,” a female called from far too near.

  Sam shot a black look in her direction.

  A proud smirk curved his lips because Sam was right. Dion had given her two wonderful orgasms without losing control.

  “I will but I want to be able to kiss you,” he told her, even as he lifted her with ease until she faced him.

  She gave no protest, instead eagerly embracing him with both arms around his shoulders. Her thighs crossed behind his back for a closer fit as she rolled the used condom off him. Months of practice had her driving her heated pussy over his dick without positioning him first.

  Fear sliced through him. The virus. Children.

  She’d downed a tiny pill
this morning—contraceptive—and he’d learned his witch’s cycle. They were safe for a few weeks. Then it would be back to condoms until he was sure it was safe again.

  Sam drove her tongue between his lips first. He greedily sucked on it like the decadent treat it was. Her hips set the pace, taking from him what she needed to make it to the next climax. Desire hammered through him mercilessly with each rock of her body.

  Her soft keening grabbed his balls in a spectral grip. Already she was going to come. Again. He silently thanked whatever higher power had given her to him.

  Dion thrust once more. Sam’s muscles rolled over him, snapping his control. He released his tenuous hold. Pumping his seed into her hot passage satisfied a primal need—one of countless needs he experienced with her and her alone.

  Sam clung to his neck, panting in his ear. “Do it,” she whispered. “Seal the deal, Dion.”

  Carefully, he peeled her slick body back to get a look at her face. Dion brushed his hand over her cheeks because he needed the touch as a reminder that she was here, with him. “Are you sure, Sam? There’s no going back. My mark will always be on your neck.”

  She gave a tremulous nod. “I’m sure I love you and I always will.”

  “You don’t have to let me claim you for that,” he argued despite the tiger roaring deep inside for him dig his teeth into the back of her neck now—to mark her as his for all time.

  Sam met his gaze. “I want you to claim me so there’s no question who you belong to.”

  His mouth twitched in a smile. “Shouldn’t you claim me then?” Dion almost laughed when her eyes shot wide.

  “Brand you? I don’t know how…” She took on a speculative look as her words trailed off.

  He kissed her nose to draw her attention back. “I’m sure we’ll figure it out. Provided you’re willing to experiment.”

  She proved her willingness by nipping at his chin. “I’m willing to try anything.”

  Given the witch-with-the-tits was straddling his dick in a crowded club, heedless to the appreciative drooling around them, Dion believed her. And he’d let her experiment any way she liked if it meant he got to keep her.

  He leaned forward so he could whisper in her ear. “Then let’s go back to our place so I can properly ravage you and sink my teeth into your sweet neck.”

  “Our place,” she sighed against him. “I like the sound of that. Just like I’ll like the sound of being Mrs. Samantha Hebert even better.”

  Dion’s heart stuttered. But he didn’t argue. The thought of her in an elegant white gown beside him, eating food someone else had catered, made him reconsider every qualm he’d had about the state of matrimony.

  So tonight he’d be creating a mate. Tomorrow he’d let her begin creating a husband.

  The End

  About Anya Breton

  Anya Breton is a web monkey, Apple fan girl and crazy cat lady who is mildly obsessed with rubber chickens and wholly believes that Peeps are evil (yes, the marshmallow candy). She was born in New England into a family of weirdoes. Being an only child, she quickly learned to amuse herself with quirky pastimes. It was inevitable that she'd turn to reading and writing. After writing fanciful (and sickeningly sweet) love stories, Anya branched out into erotica, paranormal romance, young adult and urban fantasy. She currently resides in the American Midwest with her cats and a good man!

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