Wild (Savage Alpha Shifters 1)

She whimpers and turns her head away.

“Please, don’t do this,” she pleads.

“Don’t do this?” I inquire.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t hurt you, Ivy. I’m about to make you feel opposite to that. I hurt right now and you’re about to end that, too.” I run my nose along her jawline and fill my lungs with her. She smells better than any aroma I’ve ever come across. It’s time to undress her. I can’t wait to get my mouth on her naked skin.

Her body trembles, and not with cold. The room isn’t very big so already the fire is beginning to warm her up.

7

Ivy

“I won’t hurt you, Ivy,” he repeats, leaning in closer while I’m still pinned, nuzzling across my jaw with his nose and breathing me in deep. “I’m about to make you feel good. You’re about to make me feel good.”

How in the world do I get away from this psychopath? And why do I suddenly feel a little drunk? He smells good. He’s naked and on top of me and yet I’m noticing the way he smells. I can’t describe it. Like warmth. And citrus. Like… I give my head a shake as the word home crosses my mind.

Okay, so maybe I can describe it.

“I’m not a werewolf, too, you know. I’m just a girl. A girl who is very scared right now. Do you like scaring me, Tyson?”

This tactic will either do nothing, or it’ll humanize me so that he stops and thinks things through. His face melts into an expression of … smitten.

He caresses my face and moves in, putting his lips to mine.

Whoa. Whoa… I’m pinned under him so there’s nowhere to go. I’m about to protest verbally when his lips move over mine and steal my breath away. Oh shit. His tongue slips inside and for some strange reason, I go dizzy. The world twirls slowly, as if doing a pirouette and then I have the sensation of falling, toward my doom. Instead of landing, I hear him make a low rumbling sound, thunder-like, and then feel like I’m floating, hovering mere inches over a fiery demise.

Shit. I’m kissing him back.

How has my right hand gone to his shoulder and my left hand gone to his jaw? God, why does his scruffy jaw feel so fucking good?

Oh! How has he gotten his hand under my skirt? He’s tugging at my tights. Without realizing what I’m doing, I lift my bottom, and this lets him get them halfway down. He grabs the other side and then my tights are peeled off.

My legs prickle with rising goosebumps and his hot, calloused hand glides up my leg as a low growl comes out of his mouth. His tongue dips in between my lips again and then he has the crotch of my underwear in his fist. He yanks and makes it go impossibly tight around my hips and ass. I hear a noise that first sounds like firecrackers popping and then I realize it’s the fabric protesting. It then gives as he shreds the crotch apart.

“Tyson… stop. Please …”

Too late. He is slamming his huge cock inside me.

I cry out at the breach, at the depth, and the sensation as heat envelopes my entire body.

Lubrication gushes around him. My lubrication. And it’s hot. This is the strangest sensation I’ve ever felt.

I want, with a weird clarity I’ve never felt about anything… I want this to go on for forever.

He stares into my eyes and smirks with a gleaming salacious smile.

“Ivy,” he whispers and the voice floods directly through me like hot water. “My only.”

I swallow.

He pulls halfway out and then slams forward, making muscles bulge in his jaw, making me gasp.

No condom. Oh shit.

His eyes glow briefly, so briefly I wonder if it even happened and then he’s hauling my turtleneck sweater up and over my head and tossing it behind him. His hips slam forward again, making me whimper, and then he’s pulling at my bra.

“Feel so good, Ivy. Help me get this off before I shred it, too,” he rasps.

I do half a sit up as he leans back, then reach behind and unclasp it.

What the heck am I doing right now?

He feasts on me with glowing eyes. Oh wow. They are glowing. Actually glowing.

“Your tits are perfect. They’ll nourish our children beautifully when that time comes. For now, they’re all mine.”

His mouth closes around my right nipple.

I gasp and arch my back as his tongue does something crazy-good to my nipple and then he suckles. What was that sensation? It actually felt like something leaked out of my boobs at his words.

His hand slides down my hip to where we’re joined. He rubs his fingers through my wetness and then slides down my body and buries his face into me, licking me from opening to clit and then slurping hard on my clit, making me cry out.