Dirty Alpha (Alpha's Obsession 2)

I swallow the rest of him down as I give him a few lazy strokes. “My womb?” I ask in a timid voice.

“Yes,” he says with his eyes lighting up. “That’s where I’m going next. Right into that ripe little womb of yours. I want you carrying my child.”

I run my hands through my hair, trying to catch my breath, trying to process all of this. His child? I’m only nineteen. But then it hits me…

That’s why my life has felt so empty. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed.

A man. A family. A child growing in my belly.

This is what fate has in store for me. This is what I want too.

“Let me wash up first,” I say with a heavy breath. “And then we can talk about what’s going near my womb.”

He grins as he watches me undress. A few hours ago, I would never have done this, but now, I know I’m his, so what’s the point of fighting it?

I take off my top first and then pull off my bra. Of course, the dirty talking starts…

“I was hoping my mate would have big juicy tits, but holy fuck, love. Your tits are unbelievable.”

I stand up with a grin and reach for the snap on my jeans. “Wait until you see my pussy.”

He clutches his heart, looking like it stopped. I don’t know where those vulgar words came from. Maybe my obscene mate is rubbing off on me.

His greedy dark eyes are locked on my sex as I pull my jeans and underwear down. I haven’t shaved since I left, which means I have a large tuft of hair. He growls when he sees it glistening with my arousal.

He reaches for me, but I dart out of his grasp and run into the warm lake for a quick rinse.

I dive under the water with a smile on my face. He’s still on the shore, stroking his cock (that’s hard again) as he watches me closely.

I quickly rub my body down, taking off all the sweat and dirt, getting clean.

Then, I swim back to the shore to get dirty with my mate.Chapter EightJulianMy throbbing cock demands to be stroked as I watch my curvy mate swim around. She dives down, giving me a full view of her perfectly round ass.

This girl is a pure angel. Her innocence is getting my cock even harder with the desire to be the one to defile her. That’s my right as her mate. That cherry is going to be mine.

I can tell she’s an untouched virgin with the innocent way she reacted to my cock. I could see it in her eyes. That was the first one she’d ever seen.

My inner bear is letting me know how savage and feral he is as he thrashes around inside, demanding that I put our mark on her neck. He wants her body claimed and the bond to be complete. I just want to take my time and enjoy the show. I’m trying to ignore him, but he’s making it almost impossible.

Stop, I warn him. You fucked it up when you had your chance. This is my time.

He growls and I hear it in my ear.

Do it. Mark her!

It’s all vicious snarls and needy growls, but I know what he means. I can understand him just fine. We communicate in a language that doesn’t have any words. Just urges.

No. Fuck off.

This just pisses him off even more. He’s showing me his wild untamed side. Our mate is bringing out the most protective and possessive aspects of him.

But when Madison swims back to the shore and stands up in the water, we both focus on nothing but her.

There’s silence ringing throughout my body, except for the sound of my heart hammering against my chest.

She’s wearing nothing but a shy smile as she sways her big hips with every step. Her wet tits are bouncing softly, her hard nipples destined for my mouth. The waterline creeps down below her waist, revealing the wet tuft of hair over her pussy.

I’m still stroking my cock, feeling like it’s never going to be soft again. Not with this tempting girl by my side.

She has no idea how alluring she is. She’s clueless that’s she’s oozing with innate sexuality. I know it though, and so does my bear. We’re already completely obsessed with her.

The water drops to her ankles as I try to get a good look at her pussy, but I’m not seeing much. I need her on her back so I can yank her legs apart and study her pink lips and wet virgin hole.

“You’re quiet for once,” she says as she steps onto the sand, blinking at me under those long lush lashes. “Bear got your tongue?”

“Tongue is still here,” I tell her with a growl. “Ready to feel it deep inside you?”