by Sierra Wolf
Jacob's body arched over me, his hips tense with the urge to thrust. His finger slipped from my wet pussy, running down my thigh, and then he was between my legs, his cock head rubbing over my clit. I couldn't help but writhe, straining to meet him with my hole and take his length inside me.
He held his cock in his hand, rubbing it over my clit relentlessly as I cried out for him, and then I felt it slide against my slit, nudging gently forward.
“Jacob, take me,” I urged him. I never imagined I would be this excited and desperate to lose my virginity.
He teased me, parting my lips with his cock as he masturbated me with the head of it, my hips thrusting against him as the heat spiraled through me endlessly. I felt the pressure of it as the head finally slipped inside me, lubricated by my dripping juices.
Even with only an inch of his cock in me I felt the pressure of my hole being stretched, the walls squeezing him tightly as he forced himself in. With a deep growl he plunged in, his muscles flexing as he thrust his hips forward and filled my hole with cock.
I cried out as the faint pain of my innocence being taken filled me for just a second, but the pleasure of having my pussy filled overrode it immediately as he slid back out, his shaft glistening with wetness. “Now you are truly mine,” he said, his eyes burning like molten gold.
He held my knees apart as his hips pistoned forward, shoving his thickness back inside me and stretching me out even more for him. My breasts bounced with his ferocious thrusts, my nipples achingly hard as I strained to fuck myself onto him. He reached out to tease a nipple, pinching it lightly between his fingers, panting as he forced himself deep inside me.
My pussy was the center of the heat, gushing wetness over his cock as he plunged in relentlessly, my belly flip-flopping with overwhelming desire. I was his entirely, to take as he pleased, and I could do nothing about it. And I loved it.
His cock pounding into my pussy filled me with delicious fire, my hips fucking him back as I gave him my innocence completely. The feeling of him pressing my inner walls apart drove me wild, and I gasped when he leaned forward as he drove into me, my clit grinding against the hard V of his stomach.
He slowly plunged in, his hand sliding down my thigh to rub my clit again as the sensation of him sliding in and out inch by inch consumed me. Every stroke sent me further over the edge, the sweet oblivion of climax drawing close as my legs spasmed and my pussy tightened around him.
Jacob felt me clench down on him and chuckled. “Not yet,” he commanded. I took a deep breath, pinned down by his massive cock and barely able to hold off my orgasm.
He drew out of me reluctantly, his strong arms flipping me over on my stomach. My thick ass was in the air for him, my face pressed against the warm leaves. I moaned ecstatically as he mounted me, sliding his cock in my hole and filling me to capacity before he began to pound.
The slap of his hips against my ass filled the air, his hands squeezing each cheek firmly, pushing me forward and pulling me roughly back onto his cock. The need to be dominated by him possessed me, moaning as he pistoned into me ferociously. My own juices ran down my thighs and I reached down to finger my clit as he fucked me.
Jacob took my body as he wanted, growling under his breath as his engorged cock rammed my tight hole. He slid his finger over to my asshole, fingering me as he thrust.
He used my juices to lubricate his finger before he slipped inside my asshole, plunging in and out with the rhythm of his cock. The feeling of both my holes being used made the heat in me flare up, filling me with need. I gyrated my own hips, fucking him back enthusiastically.
I slammed down on his shaft, making my clit tingle with anticipation as I felt the heat build towards climax again. I wanted to be mounted by him every night, letting him take me like a beast, satisfying his needs with my body and using every hole.
My pussy clamped down on him as I came, screaming out loud as juice squirted over his cock, making my lips wet and slick with cum. He grunted as he shoved himself inside me to the root, feeling my hole spasm tightly around his shaft.
I loved being stretched out by him, my nipples rock hard as I slid up and down on him, bouncing my pussy off his cock as his fingers teased my asshole.
Jacob reached out for a handful of my hair, pulling me up against his chest. His hips never stopped pumping, filling my juicy hole without mercy, stretching me out wide with every surge of cock.
He cupped my breasts, each overspilling his hands, rubbing my nipples in sensuous circles as he felt them bounce for him. His breath was hot against my skin as he licked me, nibbling the tender spot between neck and shoulder. I moaned as the friction of his cock filled me, my pussy craving more.
I raised one hand behind me to tangle my fingers in his dark curls, and the other slipped down to stroke my clit, sending waves of heat over me. His skin was burning hot against mine, his body rock-hard with flexing muscles as he fucked me.
I wanted to make my alpha cum for me, and fill my pussy with his seed. My purity was gone now, burned away in lustful fire, and now I wanted to be filled with his cock and cum every night.
It was like Jacob knew what I was thinking as he pressed against my ass, forcing his cock deep inside me. “You're going to ride me, Rosalie, and cum on my cock again,” he said, leaving no room to dispute his authority. I wanted nothing more than to obey.
I gasped as he slid out, and straddled him, sliding down as the head of his cock penetrated me, filling me again and stretching my inner walls apart.
I fucked him with wild desperation, sliding up and down his silky shaft as my clit rubbed against him. He leaned forward as I rode him, burying his face in my breasts, groaning as he sucked my swollen nipples. I felt the head of his cock pressing against my womb, ready to explode and fill me with his cream.
The heat in my pussy built with every thrust of my hips as I gyrated over him, moaning uncontrollably. His amber eyes flashed as they looked up at me, but he was running his smooth, wet tongue over my nipples, sending jolts of lightning through my body. I closed my eyes, throwing back my head as he suckled me.
My clit was swollen with need, my juices flowing again as I felt my pussy begin to tighten. The V of stomach masturbated me, rubbing against my clit. I was gasping for breath, riding to orgasm again when I felt his hand slide over my hip, caressing me before he fingered my asshole, the sensitive skin there sending wild fizzing through my nerve endings.
When he shoved his finger inside, pumping my tight hole, my pussy clenched around him, my body fucking him wildly as wetness gushed over his cock, lubricating the way for his seed. Jacob was watching me raptly as I came on him, riding his cock relentlessly as I screamed my pleasure out to the night. Sharply sweet bliss lanced through me, filling my pussy and making my clit hard with arousal.
He was groaning, his breath becoming deep growls as my pussy tightly gripped him. I fucked him desperately, my wetness coating his cock as I lifted myself and slammed my pussy down onto him, the strokes of my hips hard and fast.
He took a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as I felt his cock throbbing inside me, ready to explode. It only took several more strokes down his shaft when he snarled, his hips arching upwards and lifting me up as hot cum spurted deep inside me. I gasped as I felt his heat fill me, cum dripping out and running down my legs, and I ground against him, milking his cock for every last drop of his seed.
He kept spurting, his cock throbbing with every jet of cum, until his balls were finally milked dry and I collapsed onto him, my hole stretched out and aching pleasurably. Sweat pearled on our skin as we laid in the afterglow together, our bodies used up but still ready for more.
I was in a state of pure bliss, his thick arms strong and hard around me as he pulled me against his chest, his lips brushing my hair. “You belong to me forever, Rosalie,” he said. His voice rumbled through me, and I knew it was true. He had taken my innocence, and I would always be his.
“I know I do,” I whispered, kissing his collarbone. He
still smelled of his spicy cologne, the scent making my stomach flip-flop with desire. “You claimed me fair and square.”
I watched the moon pass by overhead and give way to dawn as my werewolf held me against him, the hunter having satisfied his prey.
Several months later I held a box of kittens, watching them mew and roll over each other, clawing to fight their way to the top. I handed the box to the sweet new assistant who had started last week, a young lady who had a way with animals. Even Dr. Andrews had warmed to her.
My cell phone was beeping at me from my desk, and I checked it briefly. Fortunately for me, break time was right around the corner.
Jacob had sent me a picture of a brand-new bottle of whiskey, and invitation for tonight. Astronomy on his house balcony with unlimited whiskey was one of our hobbies, and I was already excited to head home to my man and unwind in the bedroom.
But why wait for tonight?
I slipped out the back door of the clinic, shutting it firmly behind me as I smiled at a shadow in the trees. Jacob's amber eyes gleamed at me conspiratorially as he appeared at my side and pinned me to the wall, his lips leaving trails of kisses down my neck. Heat built within me at my helplessness, my body subject to his pleasure, his cock pressing against me urgently from inside his jeans. I was completely at the whim of my alpha.
Exactly the way I like it.
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Read on for an excerpt of INTERVIEW WITH THE ALPHA...
“Phyllis, I just can’t do it this weekend.” I held the phone between my shoulder and ear, the way we all do when we’re not really listening. I checked my latest article for spelling mistakes while my boss sighed into my ear.
“Find a way, Cass.” Phyllis sighed again. I could just imagine her rolling her eyes. To her, weekends weren’t really a thing. She just worked through them and didn’t understand that some of her employees didn’t want to churn out articles on Saturday nights. “$2000 for the article, on top of your normal salary. Consider it an early Christmas bonus.”
“That’s tempting, but it’s Friday afternoon, and I’m already home,” I said, thinking about my date with season four of “The Walking Dead” and a pint of mint chocolate chip. I sighed myself, echoing Phyllis’s dismay. I wasn’t one to work on weekends, even when it involved a ridiculous sum of money for a two thousand word fluff piece on a local entrepreneur. “And I have a date with Daryl Dixon, Phil.” She laughed.
“I hear that this guy is hot, Cassandra. And loaded. I’ve also heard rumors that he’s a shifter.” Phyllis giggled. Even though shifters were out since early 2010, I’d never met one in person. Because of the laws put in place to protect their identity, you usually didn’t know if you’d met a shifter unless he or she actually shifted before your eyes.
“Really?” A sexy businessman … and a potential shifter. “What is he? A bear? A lion?” I’d even heard talk of a tiger shifter in the area, but nothing was verified.
“I’m heard that he’s a wolf. I’ve even heard that he’s a very important wolf. I think it would be pretty interesting if you got some tidbits on his company, and maybe you’ll see something while you’re there that tells you about his extracurricular activities.”
“Well, Phil, we couldn’t publish anything about that. That’s really not fair to his privacy. You can’t send me looking for that kind of thing …” Phyllis cut me off before I started to get really ramped up on my tirade. Privacy issues were huge in the shifter community because non-shifters wanted to know about them so badly.
“Stop, Cass. That’s not what I’m asking. People are hungry for shifter stories, but that’s not what this piece is. Beauregard’s startup just went public and the people want to hear more about him and what he’s doing with social media apps. One of the apps is shifter-related, so that’s probably where the rumors are from.” Phyllis knew she had me on board. I couldn’t resist a good story, and this was a legitimate way to get to know more about a very private set of people.
“Fine, Phil. You owe me a vacation though. I’ll go see this guy on Saturday and get the scoop on his company, and I’ll have the piece to you by Wednesday next week, alright?”
“Good, good,” Phyllis said. “I hear he’s a little reticent when you first meet him, probably because of the rumors.”
“Sure, whatever.” I shook off her comment on Curtis Beauregard. I had heard about him before, even though I hadn’t heard about the possibility of his being a shifter. I knew I could get some quotes to make the article good enough, and I wouldn’t be prying into any of his personal behaviors. After all, it wasn’t like I was telling his life story. I was just getting a little bit of info on his company, and a few cheery quotes about the rise of small tech businesses. That kind of thing was good for the winter, stimulating the economy, making people positive for the new year and all that. “I got it, Phyllis. I’ll set something up with his secretary before I leave today.”
I hung up the phone and let out a groan. I’d been so looking forward to staying home on Saturday and just keeping to myself. But that wasn’t going to happen, and who was I kidding, it hadn’t happened in quite a long time. At least I’d be spending part of my weekend with a handsome man. That was something that I hadn’t come close to in over a year. I bet there were cobwebs growing down there — my womanhood had taken second place to my career in journalism. Men sometimes looked, especially those who liked a curvier woman with ample hips and a taste for ice cream, but I didn’t have enough confidence to respond to them. And a lot of those guys weren’t particularly winning in personality or in looks. So for now, I was biding my time. It would happen sometime, on one of these Saturdays when I didn’t have to work. I’d sign up for Match and go on a few dates with some local hipsters, maybe even get my curvy ass laid. For now though, I was stuck with Beauregard for the day. I’d probably be holed up in some office with him while he looked at me with mild contempt or simple blankness, and I’d keep chatting with him inanely until he accidentally spewed out some quotes good enough for the article. That would be Saturday. “Walking Dead” could wait until Sunday, I supposed. I shot off an email to his personal assistant, hoping for an appointment at a decent time. I got up from my sofa, stretching and wondering why I’d taken a job that never had any days off. I walked to my shower, figuring I’d better have hair fixed for this billionaire guy. Otherwise, I might not get any usable quotes at all. If he saw the snarl of my curly auburn locks, he might be too distracted by my appearance to say anything intelligible. I’d been working at home for the past few days and had neglected showering — sometimes that could be a bad situation for creating good first impressions.
I passed by my mirror and caught a glimpse of myself. I was a rough-looking sight in my traditional work uniform — sweatpants and an old college t-shirt, but I could see the promise of my curves through the clothes. I had large breasts that seemed to always get in my own way … but they always attracted glimpses from men. I tried to hide them from people with my clothes, feeling too much, too curvy, too out there. Maybe that’s why I hadn’t gotten a date. I patted my round rump as I looked at myself. Now, my ass was just fine. Maybe someday I’d learn to love all of me. For now though, I was just going to shower and hope to hear from the Beauregard’s secretary in time to figure out my plan for the next day. I sighed and stripped down for the shower, something in me a bit nervous about my impending interview with a supposedly very handsome, very rich, very mysterious man who was possibly also a wolf. I’d seen a picture of him the last time the local newspaper ran a piece on his company. He’d looked handsome, for sure — dark hair, tall and well built, but something about his face seemed strange. Maybe that was the extra DNA that allowed him to shift. Maybe I’d already seen it in his face. I was still thinking about the prospect of meeting him when I stepped out of the shower.
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I pulled up to the diner and shut off the car. In the quiet of th
e morning, I closed my eyes, finding a moment of peace in my surroundings. I knew that today would be a hectic one, as it always was. Minnie’s was an institution in the town of Woodward, and it belonged to my family since the first pioneers had explored this great land. It stood at the edge of the lakefront, with beautiful panoramic views of the surrounding mountains. I knew that I was blessed to be living in such a beautiful landscape.
With one last deep breath, I got out of the car. I grabbed my apron from the backseat. I was technically the morning manager at Minnie’s, but in a place like this, everyone had to pitch in to keep all the mouths fed. We were the town’s main haunt, a place for everyone and anyone to sit and whittle away a Saturday morning.
Suddenly I could hear the gravel crunching behind me. I frowned and turned around. Townsfolk knew that Minnie’s wouldn’t be open for at least another hour. But it wasn’t a local. The two shiny black BMWs that pulled up beside me belonged to Maxwell Lalune, and the sight of it stiffened my back. He was part of the nouveau riche that had moved into Woodward, attracted by the ski slopes and natural beauty to be found in the state. I couldn’t stand them to be honest. They drove up the prices in the surrounding area, making life difficult for us townsfolk.
He was also a developer, and he had big plans for the land that Minnie stood on. Before he had shown up six months ago, there was a hardware store, a small corner shop, and an artisan woodworking store beside us. Now they were closed and sold. We were the last lot standing in the way of his multimillion yacht club.
Truth be told, there was an awful lot of money being offered, but my parents and I agreed that Minnie’s just couldn’t be given up. It was all Woodward had left of itself, and we were a safe haven for the townsfolk who couldn’t afford to eat out for fifty bucks a plate in the fancy hotels and restaurants that had sprung up to cater to the rich.