Wild (Savage Alpha Shifters 1)

“Be gentle, Tyson.”

“I will. Nothing too strenuous, my Ivy. I’ll listen to my mother.” He winks. Just like she did when she gave the orders. I laugh.

28

Tyson

My body feels so much lighter. Walking in, thinking of punishing her but not wanting to do it, though feeling like I should do it… it felt like a weight on me. And now, it’s lifted. I’m relieved instead. And astonished.

The state of the house – a shock. Her note to me was a bigger one. And talking to her about what I’ve been feeling and some of what I’ve endured makes me feel strange. In a good way.

I like the lunch we had and the talk we had and when I take her into the bedroom and see it’s also much cleaner but looks shabby, I want to rip everything out of this place from my old life and give her things that are better. Much better.

I want a better house for her with nicer things, all the things that will make her happy to stay, that will make her miss nothing from her old life.

It never sat right, that Uncle had us steal all those things. Some of the people who thought I was a dog when I was young were kind, had nice homes and children who wanted to play with me, and it made me feel longing, longing for what I was missing – a family. It didn’t feel like those people deserved to be deceived and stolen from. Even some in the stores and banks didn’t seem like terrible people. And the fights. I hated the fights. He’d do things to send me into the haze, remind me my father was murdered, my mother was devoured, and use his twisted words to his advantage. Deny me sleep and food until I was in a certain state, then whisper things in my ear to push, send the bolt up my spine and make me see red. I know I’ve killed men and he got paid for it. It now sickens me.

It’s in the past, I can’t change it. But, to have that money to provide for Ivy? If it provides things that make her want to stay, I’ll use all of it.

Maybe I’ll use the money to buy a fashion store in the village for her, so she can do the job she loves.

As her back touches the bed, I notice her eyes are filled with emotion. She’s looking at me like she wants me. I’d know it from looking at her if I couldn’t smell her arousal. But I do smell it. And it makes me happy.

“I’ll be gentle,” I assure.

“Okay, baby,” she whispers, and her eyes are sweet.

I close my eyes and sensations wash through me.

I think I like when she calls me baby even more than when she calls me Ty. She says it now with a rasp to her voice, a rasp filled with wanting me. I smell it. I feel it.

I touch her mouth with mine and carefully undress her, taking my time to touch her, taking the time to watch how her body reacts to every touch. The arch of her back, the way she moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue. How her thick fringe of lashes lower just a little and her chest rises and falls with deep breaths because she’s filled with anticipation.

I kiss my mark on her and watch little bumps rise on her arm. She likes that. I lick the spot and then suck it briefly and groan out a pleasure sound as her fingers weave into my hair. She rakes through my hair with them and then nips at my jaw with her little teeth, thrusting her pussy toward me.

My Ivy doesn’t wanna wait anymore. She wants me to fuck her now.

I kiss a path down her body, careful to avoid putting any weight near her sore ankle, and find my way between her legs.

She’s got a small thatch of blonde curls in a triangle over her mound and she’s smooth everywhere else. I like it. I’ve been with women with no hair as well as with women with a lot of hair between their legs and never had a preference. I like that her scent clings to the little bit of curls and I also like that I can see the peach shade between her lips peeking at me, inviting my tongue to have a taste. I do.

“Open your legs a little, Ivy,” I instruct and my beautiful girl obliges.

I look up at her face while I taste her and she’s panting, staring at me while skimming her bottom lip with her front teeth, and I reach for her breast, gently twisting her puckered nipple while I suckle her clit.

“Oh yeah, Ty, yeah, baby…” Her mouth opens as her legs tremble on either side of my head.