Alpha Werewolf Complete Set

"Ah, ah," she gasps, feeling him work his fingers in an out of her, working a slow pace until her hips start moving to match him thrust for thrust, shifting with restless need and he quickens his pace, his own hips bucking, cock rubbing the insides of her thighs.

One finger becomes two, and then three, and four, coaxing little noises from her lips that she doesn't seem to have any control of. He leans back and licks her clit, getting her hot and heavy with arousal before pulling his fingers back.

"No, no, Master- Master, please," she whines.

"A moment, love," he promises, kissing her and swallowing the rest of her whines. She feels so empty without his fingers inside of her now, her walls tensing around nothing. "So good for me, darling. You're so good. Such a pretty little thing, just for me." Master's voice is strained as he pulls back again.

She peers down at him when he doesn't do anything after that and sees him palming his erection. It's nothing short of monstrous, so big and long and thick. It's dark and veiny with a little bulbous head that looks the side of her fist. "It- it won't fit, Master," she whimpers, caught somewhere between crippling lust and abject horror as she watches it glide along her slit, growing wet with her fluid.

"It'll fit, love," he says, licking his lips, one hand on her stomach, holding her still, while the other is guiding his cock to her opening. "You're so perfect for me, so good and sweet," he croons, rubbing his cheek against hers.

"Please, Master," she pants, shaking her head as he pushes harder until the head of his cock slides inside of her. He sucks a kiss against her collarbones, hard enough to bruise, and she rolls her hips. "Please." She feels it stretch her open as he enters her gradually, crying a little because it looks a little scary even though it's not hurting her.

"Shh..." he murmurs, nudging her chin up with his nose as he kisses up her neck.

She can no longer see how he's impaling her with his length. She can feel inch of him pushing inside of her, fillin

g her.

"It's alright, love. You're so tight. So perfect for me, darling," he groans, rocking into her slowly, pulling out and then sliding in deeper with every thrust.

The pleasure is as sharp as the pleasure coursing through her veins. She clutches at his shoulders, claws leaving scratches all over his back and chest. He's growling into the hallow of her throat, his teeth digging into the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She settles back into him, pushing against his cock in needy little thrusts that make him growl.

"You're so good, love. So tight and perfect," he moans against her neck. She can feel herself relaxing, sliding open under the press of his cock until he is deeper. He bottoms out inside her and she's gasping, head spinning, mouth agape. "That's it, love. Perfect little thing," he growls.

She arches up for it, aching for the slick, heavy feeling of his cock inside of her, grinding and thrusting like they're made for this.

"So hot, baby," he croons, curving his body over hers, his chest flush against her own. He is gripping her tight to keep her from bucking back every time he thrusts deeper.

She whines into his mouth when he kisses her again, letting him haul her up, one hand on the base of her ass, just below her tail and the other around her waist.

"So tiny." He makes soft noises as he noses and bites, sucks bruises everywhere his mouth can reach.

Her hands tangle in his hair. He has surprisingly soft hair. Their eyes meet again and she makes a mewling, broken noise as she orgasms, body seizing and tensing around his cock. He thrusts into her once, twice, and then he's coming too, growling as his knot forms, thickening and enlarging, locking them together as he empties his seed inside of her.

"That's it, love. That's it," he growls, holding her still as he fills her up with his seed, snuffling and sucking bruises all over her.

She holds him close, hands shaking as she rides the crests of her own orgasm.

Chapter Nine: Knotted

Master mounts her over and over again. It feels like days. Her stomach is round and heavy by the time he's done and she feels too full. She feels like she's eaten too much and her stomach is all heavy and rounded. It looks kind of rounded.

It feels good. She comes and comes until she's almost asleep and Master's still not satisfied, turning her over and mounting her like that, like they've been reduced to just their animal instincts. She moans when she feels him come inside of her, and then knot her again. Master has such a thick, heavy knot. It feels a little like pain to be stretches to much. It's devastating.

She whimpers, keening as she pushes her ass back even further, taking his knot deeper. She's so slick that it's steadily dripping out of her. Or maybe she's just so full with his come that there's no more space for his come to go, so it's leaking out from her hole.

"That's it, love. You take my knot so well. It's like you were made for me," he murmurs a litany of praises that she can't really hear through the waves of pleasure crashing over her over and over again.

She's panting, fingers digging into their sheet as she feels her orgasm ebb, and then return more intense than ever. She doesn't know she's crying until he turns her chin and licks at her tears, soothing her as he pivots his hips more. He doesn't slow, not even with the knot so tight inside of her. She doesn't think he can stop even if he wants to. For an eternity, she feels nothing but the sweet roll and cresting of his pelvis, thrusts deep and as consuming and the ocean. The tidal wave of pleasure pulls and drags her and she's caught in the motions with nowhere to run.

"I know, baby. It's a lot, I know," he licks away her tears as quickly as they come. "You're so good, darling. You're taking my knot so well. Such a good little mate," he praises.

She purrs at that, pleased with doing something right.

He gentles her as she rides the high of her orgasms and relaxes underneath him. When she feels relaxed enough to sleep, she feels his hands on her breasts, cupping them and massaging them gently at first, and then plucking her nipples to jolt her awake.

"Master," she whimpers. "'m tired," she whines.