Alpha Consumed (The Dixon Brothers 2)

He’s so close. Close enough that my muscles start swelling. My skin gets tight. It feels like it’s going to tear as I drive my cock harder and faster into her sweet cunt.

My whole body gets bigger as he tries to break through. I’m holding on by a thread. My gums burn as my canines extend until they’re pressing my lips out. Everything is burning. Everything is bigger. My muscles, my jaw, my cock.

Bailey is crying out and whimpering as my cock thickens and lengthens inside her. She’s still driving her hips back against every thrust, loving it as I claim her pussy.

Her big tits are swaying back and forth with every hard thrust. I’m close to phasing but I still can’t help but reach down and grab her fleshy tits. I slide my hand down to her cunt and play with her clit as I hold my bear back.

He’s roaring inside of me, furious that I’ve made him wait this long.

Bailey starts cumming on my hand and on my cock. Her head is down, her face dug into the sheets as she cries out loud.

My bear rages on. He snarls as he tries to break through again, and he almost does since I’m so focused on the amazing feeling of her pussy milking my cock while she cums.

“Alright,” I growl at him. “I’ll do it.”

Bailey is practically limp as the orgasm consumes her. I wrap my arm under her, grabbing her big tit as I pull her up.

She’s on her knees, her back to my chest as I’m sunk deep inside her.

“Oh, Roman,” she moans as her eyes fall closed. “Your cock feels so good.”

She’s so overtaken by lust that she doesn’t notice that I’m mid-phase and looking like a monster. I’d like to keep it like that.

I pull her hair back and study the beautiful untouched flesh on her neck.

Do it, my bear snarls. Do it!

I give her unmarked skin a soft kiss and then pull back my lips to reveal my sharp teeth.

Bailey tilts her head to the side, giving me better access like she instinctively knows what’s coming and is urging me on.

With her hot wet pussy squeezing my throbbing dick, I lunge down and sink my sharp teeth into her neck, making her mine forever.

She whimpers as I place my mark on her and then pull my teeth back out. It bleeds for a bit, but I suck it clean, letting my saliva heal it.

My bear is finally happy and he slinks back down where he belongs. Our mark is on her and every shifter and male who crosses her path will know she belongs to Roman Dixon. They’ll know she’s off-limits.

Her mouth is open as she pants for breath. My tattooed forearm is pressed into her big tits. My cock is still lodged deep inside of her.

I could stay like this forever.

“Are you okay?” I whisper when she turns to look at me over her shoulder.

“Yes,” she says in a breathless tone. “I’ve never been better.”

I grab her chin and hold her mouth in place as I kiss her hard.

She’s mine. She’s finally all mine.

When I pull away, she drops back down to her hands and knees. I take her hard and fast, thrusting in and out of her as she starts to cum again.

Her pussy feels incredible and I start to feel my own orgasm come raging forward. My hands are gripping her ass cheeks, spreading them apart as I take her.

When it comes, it comes hard.

We both erupt at the same time, screaming out as we cum all over each other.

She moans and whines as I fill her pussy with my hot cum. If she wasn’t pregnant before, she is now. My balls were achingly full and I emptied them all into her.

She collapses onto the bed and I fall down beside her. We can barely open our eyes, but I can see one thing through my closing eye slits as I rest my head—the mark on her neck.

My mark.

My bear’s mark.

Proof that she’ll always be ours.

I wrap my arm around her and hold her close as I doze off, happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

Chapter Nine

Bailey

I can’t believe it. Roman and Enzo are actually getting along. We’re sitting outside on the terrace of a family restaurant. I thought some neutral ground would be a wise place for them to meet.

So far, so good. The appetizers are here and they haven’t killed each other yet!

After some initial tension, I got them talking when I mentioned they were both fans of the Seattle Mariners.

Now, they keep praising and complaining about baseball players that I’ve never heard of and I’m completely left out of the conversation. It’s okay. I don’t mind. I’m just happy to sit back with my margarita and listen to the two men in my life finally getting along.