Alpha's Vow (Shifter Ops 2)

She whimpers.

“Reach under and rub your clit,” I tell her, because apparently I’m Mr. Bossy when it comes to making Charlie come.

She reaches between her legs, her fingers brushing the base of my cock, the place where we’re joined together. Instead of rubbing her own clit, she scissors her fingers around the base of my cock, giving me the extra sensation of her fingers there.

“Fuck!” I curse because I’m getting damn close. I barely lasted fifteen minutes, and my female hasn’t even come yet.

I reach out and grab a fistful of her short hair, tugging her head back. “Come for me, Charlie. Come all over my cock.”

Her lithe back arches to accommodate the position I’m holding her in. She cries out in protest, but miraculously, it works. Her muscles pulse and squeeze. I stay deep inside and hold her head captive until she finishes, and the moment she does, I pull out.

“Come here, angel. I don’t want to bruise your knees.” I wrap my arm around her waist and help her to stand. Keeping my arm firmly around her, I walk her forward to the sofa and fold her over the stuffed arm.

“Spread those legs for me.”

I push her ass cheeks wide before she complies, drinking in the sight of her most intimate parts. Her tight little rosebud anus and that swollen, dripping pussy. “So beautiful,” I mutter.

She slides her legs wider, twisting her head to look in my direction. There’s an element of shock in her expression. No one’s ever given it to her dirty or rough before.

I shouldn’t be proud of myself for going there, but I can tell how much she loves it, even though it’s out of her comfort zone.

I prod her back entrance with my cock just to tease her.

She gasps, reaching back with one hand, kicking one leg.

“Too soon?” I joke. I press back into her pussy. “I’m gonna take that ass next time, and you’re going to like it.”

“There is no next time,” she tells me, breaking my fucking heart.

I soldier on, though. “We have a date,” I remind her. I force myself to arc in and out of her slowly.

“A dinner date.” She’d be more believable if she wasn’t so breathless. If her throat didn’t sound hoarse from crying out while I fucked her.

“We’ll see,” I say, even though sex after the date isn’t my end goal. My end goal is getting another date. And another one. Convincing my beautiful female she can’t live without me.

I work my hand under her hips to find her clit. “How do you like to touch yourself, Charlie?” I rub the little nubbin with the pad of my finger.

“Oh! Yes.”

“Like this? Or is it more… this way?” I slow down and rub in a little circle.

“Lance,” she pants.

“Uh-huh,” I purr. Say my name, beautiful.

“I need more.”

“More here?” I circle some more. “Or more here?” I shove in with a deep thrust.

“There. I need you. Harder.” She sounds desperate even though she already came.

“Aw, baby. I’ll give you everything you need. I promise.” I lean one hand against the sofa and pound into her, my vision swimming as pleasure overtakes me. But I remember hers. I tap-tap-tap over her clit, then rub.

“Yes, yes!” she screams.

I let out distinctly wolf-like snarl right before I come like a fucking freight train. Her muscles squeeze as she comes in perfect timing with me. I move my hand out from under her hips and stroke my palm down her slender, bare back. Beautiful, beautiful human.

Charlie

Whoa.

Just wow. It’s really hard to imagine how any guy could top sex with Lance. I mean, our chemistry is off the charts. Or, wait. Is it just because his experience level is off the charts?

I need to remember that this guy is a player. He is not the stable, secure man I’m looking to settle down with. I want a kinder, gentler man who will be safe and stick for good. Someone like a schoolteacher. A sweet veterinarian. A dentist, even.

My body apparently doesn’t care about my mental rejection of Lance, though. It hums and purrs with pleasure. You’d think a player like Lance would make me feel out of my depth sex-wise. But it’s the opposite. I’ve never felt sexier. Hotter. He pulls out that bossy tone with me, and I turn to butter.

Yum.

It’s so wrong that I want to do this again with him. Soon. Very, very wrong.

Lance wraps an arm under my breasts to lift me upright before he eases out, then leaves me to take care of the condom in the bathroom wastebasket. I manage to stand on my wobbly legs enough to pick up my pajamas and slip them back on as he returns.

“Give me your number, angel.” There’s that bossy tone again. He’s cocky as hell. I would find it annoying except for the fact that he also manages to pay attention to me. Something I never expected from a guy like him.