The Alpha (The Lycans 4)

“So wet for me already, my female.” He didn’t look away from my pussy, so I grew even bolder and spread my legs wider, feeling my outer lips part so he could see how very pink I was on the inside, so he could see my pussy hole. He cursed in Gaelic, and I knew it was something bad and filthy, erotic, because he was having one hell of a time keeping it together.

He was so close to snapping, his jaw tight, his eyes flashing with his inner animal that turned me on immeasurably. It would only take me pushing him a little bit more, showing him how much I needed this, before he gave me what I wanted.

“Cian,” I whisper-moaned his name and moved my hands up my belly, over my ribs, and cupped my breasts. I could see his eyes flash with desire, but I could also see the concern on his face as he saw the bruising, as he took in the little cuts that lined my body. “I’m fine,” I reassured him as I massaged the globes. “I’m more than okay, now that we are together.”

He was close to giving me what I wanted. I could see that on his face, in the way he clenched his jaw, at the fact that his body was growing slightly bigger right before my eyes. But I also knew my well-being was his priority. So I had to be firm with him, even if I liked it the other way around.

“I’m not leaving you,” I said again, feeling like I needed to emphasize that I wasn’t going to let him take me to Scotland if he wasn’t staying. We would do this together, fight whatever we had to… together.

I could see that the concerned-mate part of him wanted to shut this down, to argue his point that he wanted me safe above all else, but I stopped him from saying anything by reaching out and curling my fingers around the waistband of his sweats, my nails lightly scratching over his smooth, warm flesh. I never thought a man could look so sexy in a pair of lounge pants.

I curled my fingers around the material without pulling them down, just letting my gaze roam over the slabs of muscles of his abdomen, along his defined pectorals, up his thickly corded neck, and stared into his blue eyes. He looked so tense, as if he wanted to throw me down on the bed and rut between my thighs like the feral animal he really was. But I also knew that I wanted this, that I needed to be the one to take the lead. At least in this instance.

I was more than happy to let my alpha be just that, and in fact I preferred him to take control. But after almost losing him, almost losing myself, I needed to feel like I had some part of my life in control. So while I held his gaze with mine, I worked his pants down and off his body.

Once the material was free of his thick length, his cock sprang back against his belly, slapping his firm, muscular skin once before settling against his abdomen, the crown of his dick exceeding his belly button, the slit at the tip already glossy with his pre-cum.

His erection was magnificent, with a thick vein that ran the entire underside of his cock, a sight that caused my pussy to clench hard and drip more wetness, preparing itself for all that massive cock to be wedged inside me. I remembered the feeling of how much he stretched and filled me, and how I’d been sore the next day because I still felt him deep in my body.

I curled my fingers around the base of his dick, my fingers unable to touch because of his size. I brought my hand up, squeezing as I went, being rewarded with a pearl of pre-cum at the tip.

My mouth watered at the sight of that crystalline drop, visual proof of how much he wanted me. I didn’t stop myself from leaning down and taking the crown into my mouth and curling my lips around the bulbous tip to suck gently, teasingly. He rewarded me with a husky growl and slid his hand into the heavy mass of my damp hair. His fingernails scraped against my scalp, and I felt that pain make way for pleasure right down to my pussy.

My inner muscles clenched, my clit throbbing in time with my heartbeat.

I hummed in pleasure and approval, feeling my pussy get embarrassingly wet, my juices dripping down my inner thighs. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a wet spot on the sheets beneath me. That aroused me even more, and I clenched my thighs together, feeling the way the skin of my inner legs was slippery from how much I wanted Cian… how much I wanted to be fucked by him.