Alpha for Valentines (Alpha Meets Omega 1)

“Come on Lucy, try to get some rest. I’ll come lay down with you.”

“Okay,” she agreed, following him to the bedroom and getting undressed before climbing between the sheets.

Ryan slipped out of his clothes and snuggled in beside her, his hard body pressed against her softness as a reminder to her that she was safe, that he would take care of her. She drifted quickly off into what felt like a solid sleep, but the dreams began quickly.

She and Ryan were running through the woods again, but they weren’t alone this time. There were wolves behind them, gaining ground and she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to keep up the pace. Her body felt hot, fevered, pushed well past its limits as she struggled to breath and the clearing that opened up to where the bikes were never came. They just kept running and running and she got warmer and warmer.

She awoke to find Ryan up on one elbow, watching her, a bewildered look on his face. Even awake, she felt feverish, as if she had run every mile that had passed in the dream. Her body felt sticky with sweat and her hair was matting against her skull. Why was she so hot?

“Lucy?” Ryan began to say, but she couldn’t think right now. Something was happening to her – something that wasn’t a part of a dream. She stood and bolted from the bed.

“I need a shower,” she gasped, rushing into the bathroom, and closing the door behind her.

So hot. So unbelievably hot. She turned on the shower and left it on cold, climbing beneath the chilly water and letting it cover as much of her as possible. She felt like it might sizzle when it hit her skin. She stayed there for as long as she could, but she felt no cooler. Instead, she felt hungry, but not for food.

Climbing out of the shower, she dried off and opened the bathroom door. Ryan was just on the other side, pacing. His skin was reddened and she knew that he was feeling this too. As she neared him, an ached hit her squarely in the core, stopping her in her tracks and taking her breath away. What was this?

She felt fevered, hungry and . . . wanton. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Ryan said nothing as he strode across the floor, gathered her up and threw her onto the bed, her face flattened against the covers as he pulled her ass upward toward him, positioning himself behind her.

There was no foreplay, no nuzzling and she didn’t want any. What she wanted right now was for him to tear her apart from the center with his cock. What she felt was pure animal instinct, needing him to fuck her, to claim her for his own. Her thoughts were all gray beyond that. Nothing else mattered but having him take her, right here, right now.

She gasped as he rammed his cock into her dripping center. His cock felt hot and twice its normal size, pushing her to her limits. She was stretched as far as was surely possible and still wanted more of him.

“Fuck,” he uttered as he began to move inside of her, owning her with his cock. A low growl began in the back of his throat, sending the tiny hairs on every part of her body into shock so that they each stood on end and tingled. He grunted and groaned, guttural wolf sounds usually hurt more in battle than the bedroom.

His hands parted her ass cheeks, opening her up to him, allowing him to push even further into her. She let out a squeal as he drove himself all the way in and then pulled back to slam into her again. Her body rocked back and forth as he fucked her, his strokes getting harder and faster as their mingled grunts and moans filled the room around them. It was like a symphony of carnal bliss. She found some words, the only words her mind could conjure at this moment.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. I want every single inch of that big cock of yours,” she cried out, bucking backward to meet his thrusts until they were just slamming into one another fast and hard, their needs out of control.

Ryan let out a low growl that she felt in her center, creating a new sensation she’d never experienced. Her center knotted in anticipation of his climax, but he wasn’t there yet. She realized it was something different. The knot in her center wasn’t her own, but his, a hard ball growing in his cock, making it harder and harder for him to move inside her.

The intense friction of it sent her over the edge, her body shuddering and her legs shaking as she flooded his cock with a massive orgasm. His strokes slowed as the knot locked into her, holding them together as a single entity as his body shook with the force of his ejaculation. She could feel the volume of his warm seed fill her and pool above where the knot was stuck inside of her.