Wolf (Filthy Rich Alphas)

She opened her mouth and then a few seconds later, she blinked. “I think we’re both too high for this conversation.”

“Maybe, we are.” I charged her way and then stopped in front of her. “So let’s stop talking about it.”

She widened her eyes.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” I took her into my arms, those soft breasts pressed against my chest, and I went undone, right there, my cock begging to get out of my pants. Blood roared hot like fire through my veins.

“Take off those boxer briefs,” she whispered in between kisses. “I want to see how sharp the wolf’s teeth are.”

Smirking, I gazed down at her. “You take them off.”

She did so, inch by inch.

Right before she completely pulled them off, she made me get a condom. Luckily, I had one in my wallet or I would have scoured the goddamn penthouse screaming at everyone to get me a box of them. As soon as I showed her the condom, she returned to undressing me.

It drove me even madder.

I almost screamed for her to tear the damn things off.

Once my cock was exposed to her gaze, she stood back up and licked those lips. Lust blazed within her eyes.

My body went hot with insane desire. I ached for her, needed that body within my arms. I growled, “Get back over here.”

She stepped forward.

“Promise me something.” I pulled Red to me and lifted her up.

“What?” Shocked, she placed her arms on my shoulder

Still holding on to her, I tore away the condom wrapper, threw it on the floor, and handed the condom to her. “Promise me that you won’t limit this.”

“This?”

“Yes.”

She took the condom from me. “The sex?”

Still holding her, I sat us down. “No, this, meaning us. Promise me that you won’t limit us.”

“Okay,” she whispered. Again, she took her time, even with putting on the condom. When her fingertips touched my length, I moaned so loud, it rose in the gallery’s space and echoed against the walls. She rolled the latex down over my cock, and I locked my jaw in an effort to not scream.

My words came out shaky. “Are you always this slow?”

“Only when I want to torture someone.” Finishing, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders, tightening her legs around my waist, and kissed me, sliding her tongue in and out and making me insane.

At that point, I couldn’t wait anymore.

I entered her with a long groan that vibrated in my chest.

Oh god I knew she would feel this good.

It was heaven sliding in. She dripped all over me, and moaned just like it felt as good to her as it did to me. And like her, I took my time, moving slowly in and out. I grabbed Red by that lush ass and held on for dear life, as desire shifted to boiling passion that bubbled under my skin and yearned to be released.

We did this within the shadows of my dimly lit gallery, surrounded by the mural we’d made together.

It was a perfect moment.

An exquisite masterpiece.

Red’s hair lay over her shoulders and swayed as she rocked into me, meeting my rhythm. Her eyes sparkled as she opened her mouth and came with a loud, “Oh! Wolf!”

I might’ve damaged a tooth, when she screamed out my name. Surely, I’d clenched down hard enough as her moan dragged my own orgasm out of me. I’d been trying to hold it all in, make the moment last longer, all night if I could.

I needed this time with her. After we had sex, only God knew what would become of us. Yet, when I came right after her, loud and shaking, growling like a goddamn animal and quaking in uncaged pleasure,

she held me close,

slumped into my chest,

and whispered, “Let’s smoke, and then do that again.”

Shocked, I blurted out, “Will you marry me?”

She laughed. “That’s not funny.”

I pulled out of her. “I’m halfway serious. I’ve never dated a smoker. Is this really what they do, smoke and have sex?”

“Yes, dear wolf.”

A little bit of jealousy hit me. Who had she smoked with back in the day? Who’s memories lingered in her head now? Had I given Red her own memory? And would we be more?

More? Do I really want more? Fuck.

“What’s wrong?” She climbed off of me.

“Nothing.”

“You look annoyed.”

“I think that you might have slipped me a mickey or something.”

“No way, buddy.” She wagged her finger. “This is your house. You’re the one that’s been serving drinks and ganja.”

“I feel drugged right now.”

“You’re high.”

“I feel higher after having sex with you,” I admitted.

She grinned. “Then maybe that’s a good thing.”

“Maybe we need to explore that.”

“Maybe, we do.”

It was a perfect 420.

I had my staff bring down several mattresses from my guest bedrooms, sheets, candles, wine, a variety of imported cheeses, and crusty homemade French bread.