by Daphne Snow
"You are mine, Francesca. You will not leave this house until you carry my scent so deep in your bones it'll never leave." Her breath shuttered, he nipped her ear and an unashamed moan followed. His cock stood at attention velvet and steel waiting to bury itself within her warm cunt.
He would give her the immediate pleasure she sought but he would still wait to take her until they were out of the shower. He wanted to make sure she was comfortable. Fucking her into the tile floor wouldn't be the best idea.
He trailed kisses from her ear down to her neck where he stopped at the crevice between her neck and shoulder and bit down sucking hard. She moaned, her voice a hymn filling the space between them. Her nails dug into his forearms leaving marks from her pointed tips. He loved the pain and pleasure it brought him. She was marking him in her own way and he would not deny her.
“Such a good fucking girl my love.” The word slipped from his lips carelessly, but he would not take it back because he felt it true in his soul. He loved her already. He belonged to her and he would do anything for her.
Alexander moved on after he was satisfied a hickey would be left. He continued to trail more kisses down the tops of her breast looking up at her. Her breathing was hitched and the smell of her arousal so potent he was dizzy. He bent his mouth so close to the dark diamond-hard peaks that beckoned to him.
He languidly licked at one nipple just one swipe of his tongue. She shuddered under him and went to cover her mouth with her hands. He grabbed her wrists pulling them back down to her side. "If you cover your mouth or any other part of you I'll stop." Her cute angered brow knitted together and she made what seemed like some disgruntled sounds but otherwise didn't protest.
His hands now anchoring her hips against the wall he licked at her nipple again. Her mewls of pleasure fracturing his every shred of control.
"Alexander." His name so beautifully sung in a voice of desperation. He gave in to his own teasing and suckled on one nipple bringing up his hand to roll the other. Francesca's cries gained momentum becoming louder and he saw as she clenched her hands at her sides in an attempt to stop herself from covering her mouth.
She wanted him so badly. She was perfect, and so beautiful, and so deserving of love and he would do everything he could to win her. Her petite hands settled at his shoulders. She just tightened her grasp on him, and he felt content.
He continued to suckle the little bud circling it with his tongue she was melting against him pleading with her body. Satisfied with his ministrations he moved to her other breast which he discovered was twice as sensitive than the other. Her fisted hands went to his hair at first gently running her fingers through it and then raking her hand frantically. She was becoming more comfortable with touching him.
Alexander normally didn't like people touching his head. He found it a sign of aggression but when she did it it felt soothing no matter how panicked and unceremonious her touches. When she touched him, he seemed to calm down. When she was near, it seemed as if his anger and tension was lessened.
He remembered her wild heat at the restaurant. He wanted that heat back but this felt different. As if her submitting to him here was more of a permanent dedication.
Eager to get to the hot needy cunt waiting for him, he dipped a hand lower touching the curls at the apex of her thighs. Her curls were soft and luxurious. He gently played with the dark hair there for a moment until he was satisfied with the other breast.
He trailed kisses down her abdomen making sure to leave more than one on the tiger stripes she sported. Her honeyed skin was hot as his hands dipped further down. He circled her clit as he did before with her in the car. Not pressing firmly just enough to have her on the verge.
Just as he was about to kiss the top of her mound and dip his head down to taste her, Frannie froze, her hands grasping at his shoulders trying to push him away. He looked up into her eyes and they were filled with concern and panic. Still, he didn't let her go confused by her actions. He held her leg ready to wrap it around his shoulders.
"Dont." The single word was filled with strength and intent. He released her leg gently. Alex touched her wrist, kissing the inside of it, and studied her amber eyes, which were dimming, but not gone. The chocolate of them seemed to seep in beautifully but he wanted her wild right now. It seemed she still wanted this. Fey is confused, was all Axl had to offer.
"What's wrong?" She bit her lip, nervous energy coursing through her. But rather than answering his question she instead scooted to one side and turned off the hot water. He stared curious at what she was doing.
She left the shower stall and he was close behind her. This was not over, it could not be over. She annoyingly ignored him as he stood behind her not bothering to reach for a towel. She stared at the mirror running her fingers through her hair and dried off with a soft towel. Frannie dawned the shirt he had brought for her and paced towards the door. It hung low just covering her ass, tempting him.
"I think this was a mistake. I just want to go to bed." She announced her chin tilted up in the air, defiance in her voice. He shook his head dumbfounded at her sudden change of attitude.
He stood there before her dripping wet his cock still erect needing her, his mouth watering at how close he came to tasting her. He was stunned into silence. "Where is the guest room in this place?" She asked, folding her arms across her chest. Her wet hair drenched the white shirt showing her nipples through the fabric.
Did she think she was going to sleep without him? Not a chance in hell at this point. He would be restless without her in his arms.
When he didn't answer her quick enough she turned and opened the door. "Fine, I'll find it myself. Can't be that hard." She grumbled at the end.
He took a look in the mirror, its steam covering most of it. His broad chest was heaving and his shoulders squared as if he were ready for battle. He looked a bit like an ogre to himself. His black hair was wet and wild from her running her fingers through it.
He slicked it back with determination. This was not over not yet.
"Francesca!" He called to her the low growl emanating from his throat threatening. In spite of this, she continued, nearly running as she went. He followed her, her short legs not taking her far as he caught up in a second. She was so small and so damned cute, he let out a rumbling chuckle. She actually thought she could escape him.
Alexander grabbed her at the waist and turned her around to look at him. She refused his gaze so he scooped her up in his arms and stormed towards his bedroom.
"Put me down you asshole!" She spat in frustration. Even as she landed pathetically committed slaps on his shoulders he kept going. She was pissed but she seemed madder at herself than him. That didn't stop her from trying to push him away. Down a few hallways, they came to a large set of oak double doors with no handles.
After a moment, they slid open automatically, the camera above taking in his heat signature. They would only let him inside and soon, Frannie as well. Frannie made a surprised face as she watched them open. “Rich people.” She grumbled and he held back a snarky grin.
Alexander stepped inside, his frustration barely containable. What had he done to make her turn away from him?
"Put me down!" Again she commanded her voice losing its strength in the process. He didn't put her down however he strode in on the plush maroon carpet muffling his steps. Unashamed of his naked glory he stepped towards the large four-poster bed that sat against the back wall. A single bedside lamp was turned on casting shadows across the room.
Alexander dumped Frannie onto the comfortable bed and loomed over her pinning her back. He brought his knee up to settle between her, brushing the warmth of her pussy. Her arousal for him had not faded and she moaned out a soft cry of pleasure.
The eyes pierced her in place as he asked, "Why?" But as if deaf to his words, she turned her head and looked away. A blush spread across her cheeks. No one not a single soul would ever dare act this way towards him. But she knew how to push his buttons and make h
im reconsider his attitude. She was the fire that rivaled his frozen soul.
Had she realized she didn't want this life? Not that she had known much about it but she could speculate considering her parent's lifestyle and his involvement with them. He wasn't a hardcore criminal like some of the others but he was a big player in the underground shifter world. He admittedly didn't want to bring Francesca into it.
Yet what choice did he have? He was in too deep and tainted and she happened to be his mate. He couldn't deny those facts.
She deserved better. A gentleman in a quiet town. A white picket fence and friendly neighbors. Not armed guards and locked compounds. Not dangerous allies and death threats. She wasn't made for this world. Before his mind had gone off in a tailspin of how he didn't deserve her she spoke.
"I just don't want you to do that okay." She crooked out the words, lies intermingled in them. He grabbed her chin gently turning her reluctant head back to him. She looked at him, her arms crossed under her breast and a single tear sliding out from her right eye.
Alexander bent down his teeth just slightly nipping at her clothed nipple which was still hard under the fabric of the shirt. Her grumpy moan went straight to his cock. "Do not lie to me, Francesca. I will not ask again." She seemed to contemplate this for a moment and then sighed and brought her hands to her face to cover them.
"Because I have never had that done to me. I've never been with anyone. And it's awkward for me. I don't know what to do. I don't know where to put my hands. Like, am I supposed to grab your hair or your ears? Am I supposed to come or pull you back when I'm close? I have no idea!" Her tone softened and she sighed again, her hands still muffling her sweet voice. "And my thighs are big and I don't… I don’t wanna suffocate you."
There was no fucking way in hell she was serious.
Benson wanted to laugh and remarkably enough for him he actually did. It was a low rumbling laugh he didn't know he had in him and even Axl chuckled. Our mate has jokes. It would be a glorious death to parish between her thighs. Benson had to agree with him one hundred percent. His little minx was so bashful when it came to the actual act. She was going to kill him.
As he tried to come to terms with the fact he was actually laughing he watched as Frannie slowly slid her hands down her face to look at him. The few tears that had fallen now dried on her cheeks. With muscles, he wasn't used to using he bowed his head in a painful laugh. She smiled seemingly happy by his reaction before scowling in question.
"What's so funny?" She demanded of him and he took a second and regained his composure, sultry thoughts coming back to him in a blaze of need.
He would be her first. He would be her first and that pleased him more than it should. Not because she was some virginal sacrifice. Rather, it was because if she were to choose a path away from him if they parted ways, she could never forget him.
He bent back down taking her in a dizzying kiss. Their lips were already so accustomed to each other that it felt as natural as breathing. When he let go, he noticed that her eyes were glimmering with passion.
"I want you to wrap your thick juicy thighs around my head. Suffocate me so I can devour you. If I die, then it's the best way I could have gone." Alexander's words drew a gasp from her. A mixture of excitement and horror he enjoyed.
The grin that graced his face felt good. It felt so good to smile and be playful in a way he never had been before. Not with anyone before her. She was his world now and he liked that. Alexander swiftly grabbed the hem of the shirt she wore and tore it off of her before Frannie could protest.
He rolled her nipples as he kissed down her soft stomach. That heady scent of morning dew arousal making him go mad. She still wanted him. She was just nervous, shy even. He would make sure she felt like the goddess she was. He would show her she had nothing to feel awkward about. Not with him, not ever.
He reached a hand down to run a finger up and down her folds, that tempting patch of curls awaiting him. He got on his knees off the side bed. He squeezed her thighs firmly in a gesture of reassurance and she relaxed allowing him to separate the soft creamy honeyed limbs. She was spread open for him like a feast and he was ravenous.
Her pretty pussy was waiting for him glistening with her juices. "You look fucking delicious." He breathed and she whimpered as he kissed the insides of her thighs trailing those kisses to her mound.
"Just do it if you're gonna do it. Don’t stare at it like that." His shy Francesca who had seemed so confident back in the restaurant. The woman who had sassed him at every turn was blushing so hard he was afraid she'd turn into a tomato. He wanted to go slow, to tease her to explore the body before him but he was consumed by his hunger.
Alexander obliged driving in to lick at her slick folds. She cried out in pleasure and squeezed her thighs around his head at the abruptness. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, keeping them comfortably secure on his shoulders. He drove his thick tongue deeper into her as her walls clenched around him.
She was just as tasty down here. He devoured her just as she writhed on the bed. Her thighs tensing and then releasing again. Their pillowy softness was a comfort he hadn't known till now. He liked the power they held. The power they had to bring him to his knees before her. Was he becoming a masochist? No, well maybe only for her.
Alexander ran his hands under her bottom squeezing at her plump ass overfilling them. He scooted her closer to his face so he could dive further in. His tongue swirling within her and then coming out to circle her clit. She gushed her juices coating his tongue more and he loved every drop. He would never get tired of her.
As he avidly enjoyed her he removed a hand from her ass to push a thick finger inside her. Her moan came quick and loud but this time muffled.
Alexander glanced up from his delectable snack to see her once again covering her mouth. He raised his head, his mouth shiny from her need. "Francesca." Her name somehow always came out like a reprimand, she loved to push his buttons.
"If you don't remove your hand from your face I'll tie it behind your fucking back. I want to hear you scream." She shuddered at his words and licked her lips. She loved his words. He wasn't much of a talker but if she wanted he would talk all day every day to make her happy.
She scrunched her cute face in annoyance at him but removed her hand. "I don't know what to do with them, " she mumbled.
He gave her a gentle smile deciding he wouldn't make love to her tonight, that was something she would have to ease into. Her innocence was too different for him and he didn't want to ruin any of this for her. All this was probably moving at light speed for Frannie. Slow and steady won the race, right? Too bad he was an impatient fucker. "Grab my hair."
"I don't wanna rip out your hair...I like it." He could see she didn't want to make that admission, the bite on her lip evident.
"Don't worry. I like a bit of pain." The amber of her eyes glowed brighter as she nodded her head.
Francesca gingerly placed her hand on the top of his head. Lacing her fingers through his silky ebony hair. “Good girl.” He praised her and she smiled at him so brilliantly his heart stuttered.
He went right back to his meal lapping at the spilled drops of her sweetness and then taking a finger and dragging it along the outline of her folds before plunging it back into her. Her hands fisted in his hair as she called his name. The bite of pain spurred him on. She could be as rough as she needed with him.
He slid his dripping finger in and out as he suckled fervently on her clit. He felt a hand remove itself from his hair and he looked up. Francesca went to grab one breast and squeeze. Her mouth was open in pleasure, silent mewls leaving its swollen lips and she looked straight at him not daring to remove her gaze from his. The sight became too much for Alexander to bear. He would come in a second if she touched him right now.
Once she was writhing under him again he inserted another finger. "Alex please." No one in their right mind called him Alex. Yet coming from her lips it sounded beautiful. It made him feel closer
to her so he kept going thrusting his fingers into her.
Just as her cries got louder he sucked harder on her clit and put in a third finger. The hard little nub throbbed on his tongue and her sex clenched around his finger as she came screaming his name in the process. He continued to thrust helping her ride out her climax to full succession his head firmly between her tight thighs.
He loved her response to his touch, he loved her body. He loved her even deeper as time passed. He became so enthralled by her that nothing else mattered. It was a blissful feeling to care for someone so deeply.
Even as she seemed to come down from her climax Alexander ran his tongue slowly up her pussy one more time eliciting a wonderful shudder from her. He carefully brought her still shaking thighs to the floor and stood removing his fingers as he went. Her eyes locked on him as he licked every finger clean. "Why do you have to do that?" She mumbled watching him but he didn't stop until they were spotless. He just smiled at her.