by Anna Zaires
He’s too alpha and demanding. Having anything more with him than a one-night stand will leave you chewed up and spit out at his feet.
“You’re here,” she said on a breath.
He cocked an eyebrow, not showing any emotion. “I am. You want me here, right?” He took a step toward her. “You need me here,” he said with more heat in his voice, and a chill raced up her spine.
“Yes,” Hannah said, wanting to fall into him, have him carry her into the house, and make her come so many times she couldn’t see straight.
“I can ease you, make you feel really fucking good.” His lips were full and pink, the stubble that covered his jaw dark and masculine. Yeah, he could really make her feel good, without a doubt.
She let his words sink in. He was offering himself for one night, hell, probably for only a few hours, but it was more than enough for her… she hoped.
“Come on, Hannah.” He took another step toward her. “Because I am harder than fucking steel right now, and I want your cherry.”
And her freaking uterus just dropped.
“I want your pussy sucking at my shaft,” Beau said, his deeply erotic voice. “I want you screaming in my ear to fuck you harder, faster. I want your pussy cream covering my cock, sliding down your thighs, and you so soaked that I can hear your cunt milking my dick.”
Hannah shivered, feeling hot and cold all at the same time. She could feel his body heat seep into her. Her nipples strained against the material of her shirt. She wanted his hot mouth sucking on them, easing the burn she felt.
“You’re suffering. Let me help you,” he growled out, his arousal not hidden.
She wanted to give herself to him, in every way imaginable. “Oh, God.” Hannah closed her eyes and exhaled when Beau moved his thumb along her bottom lip. A sudden act, it shouldn’t have her feeling even hotter, but it did. God, it made her want to just bend over her car and pull her pants down for him.
And then Beau leaned down and placed his lips against her neck. His mouth was like fire. He gently bit the skin where her neck met her shoulder. It was such an animalistic and primal action, so very alpha that she couldn’t help but moan. She tilted her head to the side and offered him her throat in a purely submissive move.
“That’s it, Hannah. Submit to me, give me that sweet little pussy all soaking wet and hungry for my dick.”
She didn’t wait any longer. Hannah grabbed his hand, led him up the front porch, and opened the door. Once they were both inside she shut it behind them and leaned against it. Placing her hands flat on the wood, she breathed in and out, wanting her clothes off because they felt too itchy, too unbearable.
Without thinking, she lifted her hands and started undoing her cardigan. She dropped the material to the floor and then went for her jeans. When she had everything off and stood before him completely nude, she instantly felt her pussy grow wetter. He still had his back to her, still fully clothed, and here she was naked and wet for him, ready to be fucked.
And then he turned, and the bulge in the front of his pants was a testament that he was just as ready for this as she was.
“Are you going to make me beg?” Because she would, holy hell would she beg to have Beau’s cock deep inside of her.
Beau looked at her body, up and down, and she heard the soft rumble of appreciation come from him. He walked up to her, and she could feel his body heat seep into her very cells. And then he dipped down and captured her lips with his. He cupped the back of her head, pulled her closer, and devoured her with his mouth. His cock nudged at her belly, hard, big and thick, and so very impressive that she moaned again.
Her cunt clenched painfully with desire. Beau speared his tongue into her mouth, stroking the inner recesses, and driving her insane with lust. All the while he kissed her, he touched her shoulders, her arms, her hands, and then slipped his hand between her legs and stroked her clit, spearing his fingers through her slicked folds.
He slipped his other hand over one of her breasts, and she gasped against his mouth. Beau’s palm pressing on her nipple caused her to rise up on her toes and press her chest against his. He gripped her hips tightly and then spun her around, pressed her chest to the door, and spread her ass cheeks. He moved on his haunches, his warm breath playing along her ass and pussy, and then he had his mouth on her. He growled, nipped at her pussy, sucked at her clit, and grabbed her hips in a bruising but pleasurable grip.
And she came; fucking hell, did she come, all over his face. Hannah ground herself on him, rubbed her pussy on his face until she grew too sensitive to continue.
“Oh no, Hannah.” He gave her ass a swat. “I’ve only just begun, baby.”
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Beau moved his hand down her breast, over her belly, and stopped at her thigh. He lifted her leg up and hooked it around his hip. There she stood, perched on one leg, sandwiched between him and the door. He moved his other hand to cup her ass, kneading the flesh and moving it ever so slowly towards her dripping slit. He slid one finger around her pussy lips, pulling it out and then letting it move back in place. He did this over and over again, bringing her closer to another orgasm.
When she couldn’t take the torture any longer, she started to push her pussy down on his hand, urging him silently to touch her harder. He took the hint and dipped his thick finger into her pussy hole. But he removed it just as quickly.
“You don’t call the shots.” He spanked her ass, smacked the hell out of it until her skin heated and stung in agony and ecstasy. “I do, and what I want to do is touch that sweet fucking pussy of yours until you come again.” He slipped his hand back between her thighs, rubbed her clit until she bit her lip and cried out. Her orgasm this time around wasn’t as intense, but it was just as pleasurable. The mating heat had her desperate for his cock and cum, needing to be filled and stretched to the point that everything was focused on only the two of them.
“All soaking wet and primed for me,” he breathed against the back of her neck. “Your cunt was so wet, Hannah, so fucking wet that your cream is slipping down your inner thighs.” He now had his chest pressed against her back, and his hand right was on her pussy. He was stroking her clit back and forth, rubbing that little bundle of nerves until she was panting against the door. Sweat covered her forehead and slid between her breasts.
“I’m going to take that cherry, Hannah, claim it as my own,” he growled. “You want that, don’t you, baby? To have my wolf come out and just take what it wants.”
She moaned loudly.
“Yeah, you want that, want my dick stretching you so nice and good, filling you with my cum to help ease that heat.” He kissed her shoulder, and the act was sweet and just gentle enough to make her take notice. “I’ve been watching you for some time, baby, wanting to have my dick buried so far up in you that you can’t look me in the face without knowing you’re mine.”
That had her blinking her eyes open, confused at his implication. It almost sounded as if it was more than a few hours of blissful, meaningless sex. But before she could question him, he spun her around once more, took her chin in his hand, and tilted her head back. His fingers dug into her skin, demanding, dominating, and so damn alpha that she couldn’t breathe.
He stared at her, fierce and raw emotion passing across his face. “You’re mine, Hannah; and I’m about to claim you so fucking hard that you will never be able to get enough of my cock.” He looked down at her heaving breasts. “Because I sure as hell won’t get enough of you.” Beau kissed her raw and hard, sweeping his tongue inside of her mouth and claiming her.
Hannah tasted herself on his lips, and she moaned against his mouth, reached up, and took hold of his short dark hair. A whimper left her when he sucked her tongue into his mouth and gently dragged his teeth along it. The feeling of his elongated canines sent a tingle through her. And then Beau had his hands on her ass and lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the denim of his pants rub along her exposed, soaked pussy. She tightened
her legs around his waist and ground herself on his erection, despite the fact it was covered. He grunted out, grabbed a chunk of her hair at the back of her scalp, and tilted her head back even more.
With her throat now arched, he broke their kiss and dragged his tongue up and down her neck. He then ran his teeth along her throat, nipped at her flesh, and thrust his erection against her. She didn’t want to wait any longer to feel him inside of her. Beau murmured something, but it was distorted against the base of her throat. She didn’t care about words. All she wanted was him.
He set her on the ground once more, and she made quick work to put her hands between their bodies. She fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants for a second before finally releasing them. But in the next instant Beau had her in his arms again. She was turned in the air sharply, and then he was walking away from the door, set her on her feet, and spun her around. The cold, smooth marble of her kitchen countertop pressed against her belly.
He groaned and palmed her ass, and then he stepped away from her. The chill of the air surrounded her, gooseflesh covered her body, and she glanced behind her. He started removing his clothing, first his shirt, and then lowering his hands to his jeans to work those off.
His chest was hard muscle with a light sprinkling of black hair covering it. It wasn’t overly hairy, but just the right amount to make her feel wholly feminine around him. And then he took the jeans off, stood before her in nothing at all, and her throat dried. He was definitely long and thick between his legs, so fucking big that her pussy clenched on its own. He grabbed himself, just palmed his cock, stroked himself from root to tip, and then groaned.
“Say you’re mine, Hannah.” He stared right into her eyes. “Tell me that virgin pussy is only mine, will only ever be mine.”
God, what was he talking about? It was almost as if he were telling her that this wasn’t just a one-time deal.
“Tell me, baby.” He moved closer, still with his cock in his hand, and started stroking himself faster as he stared at her face. “Tell me that once my big fucking dick is in that tight little pussy of yours that you’ll never allow any male near you again.”
“Beau…” she whispered his name, not knowing what to say in response. Had she ever fantasized that he wanted her for more than a few hours of meaningless sex? Hell yeah, but they were fantasies, nothing more. But the way he watched her made her feel like there was more to Beau than she had initially thought.
And then he brought his free hand down on her ass so hard that she fell forward, her breasts pressing to the counter, and a gasp of pain left her. He smoothed his hand over her cheek, soothed the sting away, and then the pleasure filled her.
“Tell me.” There was no argument in his voice, no leeway for her to misconstrue what he meant. Beau was staking his claim, and she was going to experience the full effect of what it meant to be taken by an alpha that didn’t back down.
CHAPTER THREE
“I’m yours,” Hannah said on a whisper, needing to realize that she wanted sex from him, nothing else. Being with Beau in any other capacity was not a reality, at least not one she had seriously thought about.
“Tell me this virgin pussy is only mine.” He smacked her ass again.
“My virgin pussy is yours,” she cried out when he started spanking both of her ass cheeks, alternating until she was gripping the edge of the counter and tears ran down her cheeks. Her skin felt hot, flushed, and her pussy so wet she needed his big cock filling her.
He bent down on his haunches again behind her and ran his nose up and down the crease of her bottom. “Your ass was made for fucking.” He curled his fingers into her body, pulled her back toward his mouth, and growled. The air left her when he spread her ass open and ran his tongue up and down the slit of her pussy. He sucked and licked, nipped and hummed along her swollen, heated flesh. She was going to come, but he moved away from her too quickly. But then Beau ran that long, thick cock up and down her cleft. Over and over, he massaged the globes of her bottom, teasing and tormenting her to the point of climaxing, but then backing off and starting all over again. It was an ongoing harassment of pleasure and Hannah didn’t know how much more she could take.
“Ask me for it, baby. Beg me.” He slapped his hand against her ass. “Ask me for my cock in your cunt.”
Oh. God. His words were so vulgar, and, God dammit, they turned her on.
He went back to eating out her pussy, but then surprised her by running the thick muscle along the puckered hole of her bottom.
“Give it to me, Beau. Give me that big cock now.” Hannah didn’t care about flowers and chocolates, soft touches, and sweet words when she lost her virginity. She wanted it raw and rough and so animalistic it was unhinged. All female shifters were like that, especially when they went through their heat. Before they had it they could have sex, wanted it, too, but were not able to have babies. This heat was something that claimed them like nothing else. But after a shifter female went through her mating heat she was able to procreate. It was just the genetic make-up of their female kind, and it had always been that way, and always would.
He growled against her body.
“I am so desperate for your cock.”
His rough pants wafted across her ass and pussy, and then he moved away from her. She looked over her shoulder and watched him stroke himself again as he looked at her ass.
“Spread your cheeks and widen your stance. I want to see your dripping pussy hole, want to see the product of your arousal for me.” His voice was a rough timbre.
Keeping her gaze on him, she widened her legs and reached behind her to grab her ass cheeks. Hannah spread them wide and saw the way his eyes glowed as his wolf pushed forward, wanting out.
“Fuck, you’re so pink and wet.” He stepped closer and his body heat was ten times more potent without his clothes on. He ran his finger down her slit and pushed it into her pussy. Immediately, she clamped down on the digit and he grunted in approval.
A vivid image of him pounding into her coursed through her head, filled her mind, and she closed her eyes and bit her lip. Hannah wanted to be sore and aching from his hard and fast fucking. He reached down, grabbed his length, and pressed it between her legs, running it up and down her pussy lips.
He used his foot to kick her legs farther apart and nestled his lean hips between her thighs. That first touch of his cock head to her pussy hole sent a thrill up her spine. He rubbed himself back and forth against her, up and down, and faster and harder until she was moving her ass back against him, pleading without words that she wanted him buried inside of her.
“I know you need my cum to ease your heat, and I want you to know that I’m clean and safe. I’ve never had unprotected sex.” He looked down at where he was stroking her to a fever pitch. “Until now.”
She exhaled loudly, licked her lips, and glanced over her shoulder at him. “All those women you’ve been with and you’ve never not used a condom?”
“Hannah, a rumor or reputation doesn’t make it fact,” he stated with a bite to his voice. “And dinner dates don’t constitute me fucking every single one of them.”
“You’re right.” She hadn’t meant for it to sound like she was calling him out as a whore, but she supposed it had come out that way. But when she opened her mouth to apologize he was back to touching her pussy with precision.
“Enough talk, Hannah.” He rubbed her clit, and she moaned out and closed her eyes. “You’re a greedy little thing.” There was nothing but strained heat in his words.
Lifting her ass, begging him, propositioning him without words, she told him she was ready now. He replaced his fingers with his dick. His cock slid partially into her pussy. “God, Beau. Please, please just shove that big dick in my pussy.”
A flicker of emotion passed over his face, but it was gone as soon as it arrived. She knew her words had sparked something inside of him, something that had the alpha in him rising even higher. A shifter male was used to being in charge, in control at a
ll times.
A glance down at where he held onto her hips showed his claws had come out. The thought of Beau’s wolf emerging had her pussy moistening even more. She tried again to push herself back on his shaft, but he tightened his hold on her.
“I’m not the kind of male that lets a female take control, baby, especially not when I am about to take her virginity.” He grabbed her hair, pulled her head back, and growled out, “I fuck you, not the other way around.” His wolf rising to the surface distorted his voice, and she closed her eyes and groaned.
The alpha in him called out to her, and she wanted to do whatever he said. They stared at each other for several seconds and the feeling of him digging his nails into her flesh filled her with ecstasy.
“This is going to hurt at first, but that sting of pain will fade as the heat fully overtakes you and you’re consumed by everything that I’m doing to you.” And then he shoved right into her, deep, hard, and so damn thoroughly that she cried out as pleasure stole her breath, her pulse, and her very sanity. And just like that she wasn’t a virgin any longer.
Her inner muscles clenched along his length and he grunted. He was fully inside her. He was stretching her, making her feel so damned full that she was breathing in and out slowly to try to ease the discomfort that had stolen over her.
Her legs were spread as far as they could go. Beau let go of her waist and pulled her cheeks apart even wider. He started pulling out of her and then pushing back inside.
In and out, over and over again.
That discomfort did fade, and in its place was only raw, animalistic mating heat that consumed her.
“Fucking hell, baby.” He picked up speed and slammed harder into her. “Your cunt is so damn tight, so mine.” He slammed into her again and again. Sweat formed on her body and she felt her orgasm start to move inside of her. He worked his dick in deep, long strokes, and she curled her hands around the edge of the counter.