The Hidden Alpha

by Cara Wylde

  “You’re gorgeous,” he said. He helped her remove his pants and boxers then dived down to take a pointy nipple between his lips.

  Amelia moaned and grabbed the back of his head. She could feel the length of his cock pressed against her thigh and she couldn’t decide what she wanted more: to let him torture her sensitive nipple, or to make him sit up so she could finally see what she had been dying to see since she had watched him change a few days ago. She felt like there were so many things she wanted to do and not enough time. She was horny, impatient, hungry for his body. Luckily, he was just as impatient as she was, and he soon started kissing his way down to her navel. He dipped the tip of his tongue into the small hole, making her whimper, then continued on his way to the delicious prize waiting between her quivering thighs.

  “Oh yes…” she encouraged him. She spread her legs wider, letting him settle between them.

  He took his time to admire her glistening folds, the small nub peeking from between them, and the dripping entrance that was so ready for him. He used two fingers to massage her pussy lips and smiled when he felt her thighs tense.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “Please what?”

  “Do something…”

  He looked up at her and his heart grew when he saw she was looking down at him. He could see pure lust in her eyes, along with a flicker of fear and uncertainty. He knew she had never been touched like this before and he only hoped he’d be able to keep his beast in check and take her slowly when the time came. Until then, all he wanted was to devour the sweet pussy he had been dreaming of every single night. He held her gaze as he lowered his head between her thighs and started licking her folds, one at a time. She moaned but didn’t look away. The sight of him feasting on her juices only turned her on more. She grabbed the sheets when his hot, slick tongue finally made contact with her throbbing clit.

  “Mmm… yes…”

  He took hold of her thighs to keep her spread open as he lapped at her cleft and swirled his tongue around her nub. Amelia had been waiting for this, her whole body had craved his touch so badly, that it didn’t take her long to reach her first orgasm. She arched her back and threw her head against the pillow, closing her eyes and releasing a long, shaky moan. Seth couldn’t take his eyes off her. He pressed his tongue harder against her clit and she shuddered under him, coming hard, her pussy releasing a new wave of juices that ran down his chin. He cleaned her up slowly, lazily, letting his tongue feel the softness of her skin and the tip probe her small, virgin entrance.

  “Oh my…” she whispered. “I didn’t think… I didn’t think it would happen the first time.”

  He chuckled. “Baby, that’s what you get when you mess around with a fox. Orgasm after orgasm.”

  “You mean…” She sat up on her elbows and looked down at him.

  “I’m not done with you yet. In fact, this was just the warm up.”

  Amelia bit the inside of her lip when he sat up on his knees. Her eyes wandered down his chest and abdomen, this time the happy trail leading them straight to the gorgeous cock jutting proudly from between his thighs.

  “Like what you see?”

  “You’re such a hedonistic jerk.”

  She changed her position, ending up on all fours in front of the massive rod that was waiting for her. She could tell how impatient Seth was and she was glad that he was holding back, allowing her to explore and move at her own pace. Beads of pre-cum had gathered at the tiny slit, and Amelia lapped them up like a kitty checking to see if it liked the milk. She moaned at the tangy taste and decided she wanted more. Her right hand went to weigh his round, heavy balls, then her fingers traveled up his length, caressing the bulging veins and finally drawing tentative circles around the head. The skin was so smooth and shiny under her fingertips, until more beads of pre-cum started seeping down the engorged head. This time, she took his cock in her mouth and didn’t stop until the head hit the back of her throat.

  Seth growled above her. “My love, you’ve no idea what you’re doing to me…” He squeezed his hands into fists, fighting the urge to grab her head and shove his cock all the way down her throat.

  She looked up at him, but he was too focused on controlling the beast inside him to be able to look at her. The sight of her lips wrapped around his painfully hard cock would have probably thrown him over the edge too soon. Amelia started moving up and down the glorious rod that was stretching her jaw to the limit, her tongue swirling around the head every time she reached it. She used her hand to massage the base of his cock, as it was impossible for her to fit it all in. She wondered if her passage wasn’t too small for Seth’s cock, and the simple thought of him buried inside her sent a jolt of pleasure to her pussy, making her walls clench. She bobbed her head faster, suddenly too impatient to experience everything Seth had to offer to take her time and enjoy the first blow job she was giving.

  “Slow down, baby, slow down…” He cradled her face between his big hands, but his touch had the opposite effect. She moaned around his hard member, sending sweet vibrations right to his balls. “Oh fuck…”

  Yes, fuck. She wanted him to fuck her. As much as she enjoyed sucking his dick and as curious as she was to see what his cum tasted like, she would have to wait until next time. “Will there be a next time?” The thought almost made her cry. She let go of his cock and allowed him to pull her up and claim her mouth while he pushed her back down on the bed and climbed on top of her. She spread her legs, her heels firmly placed on the mattress, preparing herself for the delicious invasion of his cock.

  “Shh… relax. I would never hurt you,” he coed. He stroked her hair and kissed her tenderly, then his hand moved between them. He guided the head of his member between her wet folds and massaged her gently. Her body tensed when the tip got in contact with her sensitive clit, and he smiled. The way her body responded to his every touch fascinated him.

  Amelia placed her hands around his neck and started playing with the short strands of hair on his nape. She enjoyed what he was doing to her, but she was soon grinding her hips against his body, urging him to take things a step further. She needed him inside her. Her soaked pussy felt so empty that she didn’t care about the pain anymore.

  “Come on, take me. Make me yours.”

  Her words made his white fox stir under his skin. His eyes glowed a darker shade of purple and he moved his cock to her entrance. His blood boiled in his veins and his heart picked up the pace. The thought that he was finally claiming this woman, that he would finally bury himself inside her warm, tight passage made it difficult for him to hold back.

  The rock hard rod pushed past Amelia’s muscles and the sharp pain made her gasp. She looked deep into his eyes and forced her muscles to relax.

  “So tight…” His hand moved to her lower back to hold her hips higher while he drove his cock inside her pussy inch by inch until his sack came to rest against her heated skin.

  Amelia exhaled the air she hadn’t realized she had been holding in her lungs. “Move.” Seth’s cock stuffed her too full for it to feel good just yet. It felt like her walls were stretched beyond their limits and her whole lower half was on fire. He pulled out slowly then pushed back in a little faster, and after he did it a couple more times the pain became pleasure. She squirmed under him and started moving in time with his thrusts. “Faster, please…”

  That was all he had been waiting for. Yes, he loved her and he wanted to fuck her slowly and thoroughly, but this was just not the right time. Now he wanted to pound her hard and fast until he emptied himself deep inside her pussy. He knew it was risky to finish like that, but there was no way he’d pull out. Amelia was his soul mate, the woman he had been waiting for all these years. He had to have her completely. His beast wouldn’t rest until he filled her with his seed.

  “Oh yes! Seth… fuck me… fuck me…”

  He growled. “I won’t last long if you do that.”

  “Do what?” She gave him a wicked smile.

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bsp; “Talk like that.”

  “Oh, like this?” She grabbed the back of his neck and held his face close to hers so she could whisper against his lips. “Fuck me, Seth… I love your cock…”

  He sneaked his hand between their bodies and found her hard clit. He smiled when her words turned to moans. He used his thumb to massage it while he picked up the pace and pummeled her pussy without worrying he might hurt her. It was quite clear she was no damsel, and she liked it hard.

  “Yes, yes… like that, right there… Seth, I’m coming…” She let out a long scream, her body arching up almost painfully. Her lover took advantage of the position and latched his mouth onto her nipple. She shook and shuddered, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came, throwing him over the edge. She was vaguely aware of his hot seed coating her walls as he thrust a few more times. Her pulsing passage milked him dry, but he didn’t pull out until much later, when his body had become too heavy for her and she had started complaining about it and pushing him away.

  “What now?” she asked.

  He caressed her hair, enjoying the feel of her breath on his chest as she lay by his side, half of her body on top of him. He let out a deep sigh. He had hoped they would have this conversation much later. “Do you trust me?”

  She answered after an uncomfortably long pause. “I trust you.”

  “It will be okay, you’ll see…”

  ***

  She arrived at the mansion after dinner, not even thinking Blake might have wanted her to join him. After all, he hadn’t sent for her the next day after they had met, so why would he do it today?

  “Where have you been?” Elena ran to her just as she was climbing the stairs to her room.

  “Around…?” Amelia’s heart jumped. She studied the vixen carefully. There was no way she could have known, right? After all, that was why Seth had chosen to move at his cabin, outside Ekviknuna. He had privacy there. Elena didn’t seem to have caught on to anything, she had just been worried about Amelia.

  “Blake wanted to have dinner with you. Aaron and I looked everywhere for you.” Elena leaned against the railing and crossed her arms over her flat chest. She was lean and athletic, and if she wore a tight enough top, Amelia could guess her six-pack abs. The vixen dyed her long, blonde hair a fiery red, as if to show she wasn’t particularly fond of her genetic inheritance. Just like all the werefoxes who belonged to Clan Sylfur, she changed into a white fox, but for some reason she had always wanted to be a red fox. The contrast between her red hair and blonde, almost white eyebrows was unsettling but sexy in a surprising, inexplicable way.

  “I was… I was with Seth. I thought Blake knew.”

  “Oh! With Seth? All day?” Elena cocked an eyebrow.

  “Mhm.” Amelia nodded, not trusting her voice. She tried to swallow down the lump that had formed in her throat.

  “Okay then. You had us worried. I mean, Ekviknuna isn’t that big, but you could still get lost in the woods or something… I tried to call you, but you left your phone in your room. Don’t do that.”

  “I’m sorry. Seth said we’d go fishing and I thought it would be one of those things, you know… away from technology…” She forced herself to smile and gesture as if it was no big deal, but her knees had started trembling a little. What an awful feeling! She had walked back home as if she were in a dream, but now guilt was peeking its ugly head and chasing away the ecstasy of having spent so many hours in Seth’s arms. “What have I done?” The thought would ring in her head over and over. This was just the beginning.

  “Yeah, I get you,” said Elena. “I’d do it too sometimes if I weren’t a Ninko.” She pursed her lips and lifted her faded eyebrows to let Amelia know she meant business. “With rank comes responsibility.”

  “I… I’m sorry…”

  Elena smiled and punched her lightly in the shoulder. “Just take your phone with you next time. You’re the bride of our future Inari. To me, you’re just as important as Blake. Now go see him, ‘cause he was worried about you. Also, he wants to play chess and Aaron is tired of having his ass handed to him every single time.”

  “Thanks, Elena. I’m heading straight to his room.”

  “Good. See ya’!”

  Amelia ran up the stairs, congratulating herself for having been inspired enough to take a shower at Seth’s cabin. In their heated encounter, she had lost the top button of her jeans, but it was nothing her wide leather belt couldn’t hide. She smoothed down her clothes one last time before knocking on Blake’s door. She knew she’d feel even guiltier when she saw him. “I can’t believe I’ve just cheated on my husband,” she thought. “What kind of person does that make me? Someone I don’t recognize anymore, that’s for sure.” Bile rose in her throat and she had to force it back down. Yes, the bliss was gone. Now she couldn’t think of her relationship with Seth without feeling guilty and slightly disgusted with herself. And him.

  “There you are!” Blake opened the door and motioned for her to come in. “I was just about to start without you.”

  “Start what? I’m sorry… Hi.” Amelia tried to plaster a smile on her face and failed miserably.

  “Hi yourself.” Blake looked at her curiously, then huffed and sat down in front of a chess board. All the pieces were already in place. “Aaron doesn’t want to play anymore, and Elena never liked chess. I’ve no idea what Seth’s been up to today, and my father is too tired for my… shenanigans, as he has so gently put it. You’re my last hope. Do you know how to play?”

  “Of course. I won a couple of tournaments at Alma Venus.”

  “I thought so. You shifter-brides are so well prepared. Well, come on now, sit down. Show me what you’ve got.”

  His attitude and good mood took her by surprise. This man confused her to no end. This was the second time she saw him, and all he wanted to do was play chess. If a period of courtship and teasing was something normal to humans, it was completely unheard of in the shape-shifters’ world, especially when the Alpha had already bought a bride and brought her home. Normally, the next step would be to claim her, go through the mating ritual which was specific to the faction, then dedicate each night to the equally exciting and crucial task of conceiving an heir for the clan. Blake hadn’t done any of that. Could she actually consider him her husband if he hadn’t? “Brilliant! Now I’m looking for a way out… I’m trying to explain myself,” she thought as she made her move. Blake made his move immediately and it was her turn again. He had offered her the White, so she had opted for an aggressive opening. So far, Blake was keeping up and working on protecting his King behind three Pawns and a strategically placed Knight. God, how she hated the Knights! She loved hers, of course. It was great having hers on the board, but when it came to eliminating her enemy’s pieces, she always went for the Knights first.

  “You’re good,” he said. “I didn’t see that coming.”

  Amelia smiled triumphantly. Take that, stupid Black Knights! “It’s a variation I like a lot. But don’t worry, you won’t see it again too soon.”

  “I bet you have many other variations to confuse me with.”

  “I might.”

  They played in silence for a few more minutes, the pieces disappearing fast from the board. It didn’t take Amelia long to corner Blake’s King and finish the game, but it did take him long enough to comprehend what had just happened. He stared at the board then at his bride whose smirk was nothing but a new challenge.

  “Again?” he asked.

  “Sure.”

  “I take it the chess course was compulsory at Alma Venus?”

  “No, it was one of the optional activities. I used to play a lot because, let’s face it, there isn’t much entertainment to be had at a boarding school.”

  “I’m sorry.” His words were barely a whisper.

  Amelia’s brows rose in surprise. “What for?”

  “I might be a shape-shifter, but I’m not obtuse. I know the boarding school system is a decent compromise between humans and our species
, but I also know it’s not fair to the girls who end up in these institutions and have no other choice but to become brides.”

  Amelia shrugged and started the game with a tamer opening. “It’s not as bad as it seems.”

  “You don’t have to pretend you like it.” Instead of making his move, Blake looked her in the eyes. He wanted her to know that he meant every word. “No one should ever have their future decided for them.”

  “Blake…” She rubbed her sweaty palms on her jeans and looked away. This was great. Just perfect. So, her husband wasn’t making any move on her because he respected her freedom, and how had she repaid him? By sleeping with his Beta and, probably, best friend. This couldn’t go on like this. No matter the consequences, she had to tell him the truth. He’d surely ship her back to Alma Venus, then Miss Delacroix would kick her out because nothing was more important than the school’s reputation. “I screwed up so badly,” she thought.

  “You probably think I don’t know what I’m talking about, but I do,” he continued.

  She had to make him stop. “Blake, listen… I need to tell you something.”

  “No, let me finish. It’s important that you know I’m on your side.”

  She stood up, almost knocking the chair to the floor. “Please, I have to tell you this, otherwise I won’t be able to live with myself!” Her hands were cold and sweaty, and her heart was beating wildly in her chest. What was she doing? Everything had worked out so well for her until now. All these years she spent studying and perfecting herself so she’d get the chance to marry a good, resourceful Alpha… All her efforts thrown out the window because she fell in love with the wrong guy.

  Blake straightened his back, but didn’t stand up. He looked at her dumbfounded, unsure of what had caused this radical change in her behavior. “All right, I’m listening.”

  “I…” she hesitated. Each sentence her brain came up with got stuck on the tip of her tongue. “What I did… there’s no excuse for what I did…” She took a deep breath and prepared herself to spill it all out, when someone knocked on the door. The sharp sound rung in her head, a sign of salvation or of impending doom… she didn’t know yet.