Wild (Savage Alpha Shifters 1)

My blood turns instantly to ice.

Wow. That’s ugly. So ugly I unwrap my legs from him and put the heels of my hands against his shoulders and shove.

“Get. Off me.”

He doesn’t budge.

“Tyson!”

His tongue moves along the bitemark, sending buzzing threads of heat through my frozen blood.

“You have no boyfriend,” he breathes. “This makes me happy, Ivy.”

“I broke up with someone just a few weeks ago,” I whisper, trying to ignore the sensations in my body, how they work in tandem with his cock slowly, lazily sliding in and out and in and out. “But that you would even suggest you’d touch me anyway? You’re a filthy fucking animal.”

His body goes completely taut and his eyes hit mine.

A long moment of silence passes where his eyes burn into mine and I do my best to mirror that expression.

I growl at him and try to shove him off me.

He pins my arms above my head. “What a cute little growl you’ve got, my little mate. Mine is bigger. Let me show you what a fucking animal I am.” He growls against the skin behind my ear and I do my best to pull away but there’s no denying how that sound reverberates through all my erogenous zones.

“You act angry, but your tight little cunt just fastened harder around me.”

He’s right. There’s something primal about him growling while he fucks me that serves something carnal, sending my body into a wanton frenzy.

“I am angry.” I am also wetter and about three notches away from orgasming.

“And you lied about the boyfriend. You’re lucky we hadn’t mated yet when you told that lie or I’d be angry about that. Never lie to your husband, only one, or you’ll be severely punished.” He slams his hips forward and puts his lips to mine.

I struggle, but I can’t get out from under him.

“I don’t have a husband. And you better get off me,” I snap.

“No, I won’t get off you.” He glares into my eyes. “I’m glad you don’t have a boyfriend. I’d hate to have to disembowel someone you care about. But I would do it. No one claims a right to you, but me. No one.”

“Get off,” I shout. “You’re really making me mad!”

He pulls his cock out and flips me to my belly effortlessly and then smacks my ass.

“Hey!” I shout.

“You are angry, aren’t you? I’m gonna have to fix that.”

I try to crawl out from under him, but he grabs a fistful of my hair and is slamming forward, spearing me. His cock swells inside me, doing that ‘knot’ thing and I take fistfuls of sheets into my hands and cry out as throbbing against my g-spot begins.

God, when that happens…

I’m angry, but coming. I’m angrily coming and it’s a whole new thing because it feels like I’m being electrocuted between the legs, from the inside out, and it feels freaking great. My whole body throbs with that sensation. It’s like a dance. A sexy as fuck dance between us with his body rocking, my body responding, and the sexiest sounding panting coming from his lips while he growls low.

He’s growling and my vagina is buzzing while he has a handful of my hair and it doesn’t hurt, it feels good. Great, actually.

He takes one of my breasts into his free hand and massages it, me impaled on him completely. And then I’m not touching the mattress; my ankles are hooked back around his thighs. His mouth suckles that spot in the crook of my neck and…

It.

Is.

Torture.

Beautiful torture. I can no longer think, only feel. His growl shifts to a purr as he assaults my body with his mouth, his cock, his hands. My hair is released so he can glide his hand down to cup between my legs, fingers pressing hard against my clit.

“Oh! Holy fuck. Oh God,” I cry as my orgasm unfurls and triples in intensity.

He groans loudly, then the pulsing inside me stops as fluid leaks out even as more comes out of him. We both fall forward, and Ty buries his mouth behind my ear, so I get to listen to him grunting and purring alternating because he’s spilling hot cum into me.

I’m so stuffed with him and after my body having that huge reaction while I’m so angry, my mind is racing. I’m so filled with fury right now; I could spit nails.

But he’s dotting kisses down my spine, caging me in with his arms and then he kisses his way back up and his mouth is against my ear. “You’re mine, Ivy. Nobody’s but mine. I’m glad you’re not wishing for someone else; I’m very glad. We don’t have to mention this again. But do not ever lie to me again. I love you, little soulmate, but I’m very angry with you right now.”

He kisses my shoulder and gets off the bed.