The Alpha’s Tempting Mate

Garrett

Oh no.

She did not just call me sir again. Fates, she’s testing my self-control.

My cock punches out against my jeans, painfully hard and dying to plow into Amber. But I’m not going to. No, this is for her. I owe her pleasure. Besides, I don’t trust myself with her.

“I’m tempted to tie you up, since you’re having a hard time following directions, but I don’t want to get kicked in the nuts, which I strongly suspect would happen if I tried it again.”

She gives a short bark of laughter. “I was thinking about acquiring some silver nutcrackers.”

I lower myself and return to my earlier pleasure, tasting her incredible pussy. I lick into her, nipping her lips with my teeth. “Baby. you taste so good to me.”

She jerks. “Oh God!”

I lift the hood of her clit and flicked it with my tongue then suck the little nub until her legs thrash around my ears and her choked breath sounds desperate. I thrust two fingers inside her sopping channel and swirl them around, stroking her inner walls. Finding her G-spot, I tickle it, feeling the tissue harden under my fingertips as her voice turns to a screech.

I lick the thumb of my other hand for lubrication and wiggle it between her butt cheeks, seeking her little rosette. Her pelvis pops up from the bed, but I follow her movements, circling the tight ring of muscle, pressing into it.

“Stop… what? Oh God,” she squeals.

I shove my thumb in and out of her ass as I continue to stroke her G-spot. I don’t stop fucking her, filling both her holes, demanding more and more of her. My vision has domed, my wolf is growling, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to give him an inch. This isn’t about me putting my cock in a hot human, not even one my wolf has attached himself to. I fight the urge to swap my fingers for my cock, to pound her sweet pussy until we both shatter.

Amber’s already close, so close.

“Come for me, baby,” I growl. “Come all over my fingers now.”This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

She lasts only three seconds longer. She explodes, screaming as I promised, bucking and kicking, her internal muscles tightening and spasming around my fingers as she unravels in the most gorgeous display of an orgasm I’ve ever seen.

I keep pumping until she collapses into a lifeless heap, then I ease my fingers out and plant a kiss on the swollen lips of her sweet little pussy. “I’ll be right back.” I scramble up and get myself into the bathroom to wash up and get my wolf under control.

This was for Amber. Not for me.

But my wolf doesn’t give a fuck about whatever decision I’ve made not to claim Amber. He’s pissed I still have a full cock and an unmated female.

I force myself to think about Sedona and, after a few breaths, he backs down. I was relaxing Amber so she can help Sedona. Not mating her.

Once I’m calm, I return and find she hasn’t moved, her legs sprawled open, arms flung wide. Her mussed hair and flushed cheeks make her look thoroughly fucked. By me. My wolf preens. I climb over her and kiss her neck, settling beside her.

“What about you?” she asks hoarsely.

“I don’t think you’re ready for wolf cock,” I joke, hoping I’ve hidden my grimace of pain. I seriously think I might die if I don’t fuck her brains out soon. But Amber’s not mine for the taking. I have no plans to mate any female, especially not a human. And, damn, but I don’t think I’m capable of just fooling around with her. Not with my wolf howling at me to mark her.

“No?” she pouts. She’s adorable. Her armor’s fallen away, and I get to see the real Amber underneath. The sweet, soft, angelic Amber. And fates, if I’m not careful, I’m going to hurt her, despite my best intentions. I need to tell her we can’t do this. Now.

She gets up onto her hands and knees and crawls toward me. It’s pure sex-slave stuff, and I almost pass out just watching. She flicks open the button on my jeans.

I grab her hands to stop her, but it’s too late. She brings that hot, moist mouth to my cock and bites through my boxer briefs.

“Fuck.” I grab her by the hair and hold her mouth still with one hand, whipping out my cock with the other.

She opens wide.

Ah fates, I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. But I can’t seem to pull back. I plunge deep into her mouth, bumping the back of her throat and making her gag. I immediately pull back, shocked at what an asshole I am. “I told you you can’t handle wolf cock,” I say, but it comes out strangled.

“Oh yeah?” Yeah, my girl loves a challenge because she’s immediately back on my cock, sucking hard as she draws it into the pocket of her cheek and out. She grips the base and strokes her hand up and down in synchronized movements with her mouth, making it seem like she’s taking my full length.

My vision domes. My teeth elongate to mark her. I take a page out of the play I just made her follow and lace my fingers on the top of my head. I can’t touch or I swear I’ll throw her down and fuck the living daylights out of her. She looks so fucking hot, those full lips stretched around my throbbing cock, eyes trained on my face like the perfect submissive.

“Fates, Amber. I’ll never say you can’t handle wolf cock again,” I choke. I want to grab her head and urge her faster, but I don’t let myself.

No touching.

Do not touch her if you want to keep her safe.

She picks up speed on her own, probably sensing how close I am from the way my thighs shake how close I am.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” I growl. I start to pull out, but she doesn’t let me. She grips my cock tighter in her little fist and sucks so damn hard.

Lights explode behind my eyes. I bellow, and the sound is more animal than human. I come in her mouth, and she sucks it down, swallows.

The release gives me a few precious seconds to get away from her. To keep from nailing that hot little pussy from here into eternity.

I lurch away and walk until I hit the door, where I shove my cock back in my pants and zip them up. I force myself to remain facing the door, like a kid in a timeout. Despite my orgasm, my flesh is still on fire, teeth still at the ready. I work to slow my breath. I can do this. I am an alpha wolf. If I don’t have the self-discipline to master my beast, I don’t deserve the position.

“Listen, Amber,” I say in a strangled voice. “What we are… what we just did…”

“No, I know,” she interrupts, getting up and putting her clothes on. “This was just to relax me.” I dare to turn and see the soft happiness in her face disappear, like a light switched off.

The pain of that sight is enough for my wolf to pull way back. My vision clears. The teeth return to normal.

“We can’t work long term.” The words are heavy on my tongue. “Humans and… we don’t work out long term. Believe me, baby, I want you. I want you so badly it hurts.” I grab my cock in my jeans for emphasis. “But I can’t do it.”

“You made your case,” she says stiffly. “I’ll stop thinking of this as our second date.”

A terrible weight drops onto my chest. “No, it’s definitely a date. I don’t kidnap and duct tape just any girl, you know.” I try for humor then sober again. “I want you to know, I don’t do this”-I wave a hand to indicate the bed-“casually.”

“Yeah right. I bet all those girls at the club throw themselves at you.”

Do I detect a note of jealousy? My ego is momentarily cheered. “I don’t,” I growl.

She turns away from me as she steps into her yoga pants.

Fuck. I’ve hurt her. I definitely screwed this up. I walk up behind her and wrap an arm around her waist, but she stiffens. Sensing the walls she’s erected kills me.

She picks up Sedona’s tank like she’s going to put it on instead of her shirt. Then she goes still.

I remain still, too, though I know my touch is unwelcome. It’s like I need the physical closeness to try to counteract the chasm I’ve just put between us.

“She’s in a cage, being taken out of an airplane and put in a white van.”

I drop my hold on her and whirl her around. “Where?” I bark, cursing inwardly when she flinches.

“I don’t know. The men handling her look Latino. So. maybe still in Mexico?”

“Where? What city?”

“I don’t know.” Amber looks around for her pants.

I pause at the door, then stride back, catching Amber around the waist and pulling her close for a kiss. “Thank you.”

She blushes. “Well, I don’t know if it-”

I stop her protests with another kiss. “Thank you. I release her as abruptly as I snatched her up.

“Trey,” I shout, slamming the bedroom door open. “Call Kylie. Find out about every plane that left this area since Sedona disappeared-especially ones that might have been carrying a caged wolf.”

The pierced wolf has his phone to his ear before I finish. “Closest airport is in Hermosillo.”

I turn to Jared next. “Pull up a map of Mexico.” When the tattooed wolf walks over with his laptop and the map on the screen, I bring it to Amber, who has dressed and come out of the bedroom. “Where?”

She gives me a doubtful look but gazes at the map.

“Don’t think, just say the first thing that comes to your mind.”

“Mexico City,” she blurts, and then looks surprised, as if she didn’t know she was going to speak. She blinks several times. “But I also heard the word Lobo again.”

“I’ll get Kylie to cross reference that area with the word Lobo, Trey says.

“Do it in the car.” I nod to Jared, who starts packing up his laptop. “We need to get to Hermosillo.”