Annie Nicholas: The Alpha

With a held breath, he gave silent thanks to God for not letting him come right there and then. He suspected what she wanted to do, and it could be a big mistake to let her. She felt alone, he understood this, but using him to fill the emptiness would just hurt them both. They deserved better and needed to take things slow.

She replaced his hand with her own.

His beast roared inside his head and shattered any thoughts from processing. Taste, smell, and desire ruled him.

Her small, delicate fingers tightened and caressed his cock with a slow, steady pace. How could he stop now? The beast’s reaction to her shocked him. It never seemed interested in mating with anyone, only fighting, until Spice walked back into his life. Every time she touched him it wanted to surface, as if needing to touch her as well.

No matter how much he tried to distract his mind from the onslaught of pleasure, he felt on the edge of exploding. Not yet, please not yet.

Her head of short, blond curls moved forward. The rosebud shape of her mouth opened and approached the tip of his cock. Moist and warm, her tongue swirled around and around. Her lips so close to wrapping around him.

Panting, he flung back his head. Torment couldn’t be any sweeter.

She washed his shaft with long sure strokes of her tongue, then posed her pursed lips on his tender tip. Cool air brushed the scorching skin as she blew a gentle breath.

Urgent yearning swelled between his thighs. With a slight thrust of his hips, he pressed against her lips, silently pleading to let him in.

She parted them but didn’t consume him like he wanted.

He delved deeper in her mouth and was rewarded with her hungry moan. The scent of her excitement surrounded them. It was too much. He didn’t have a lot of experience with women so his willpower’s reserves were depleted.

Advancing further with each heave of his hips, he reached the back of her throat. She took all of him. His fingers and toes tingled while his breaths came hard and fast.

With voracious appetite, she began to suck and slid his cock in and out of her lush, moist mouth.

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Clenching his hands along the back of the couch, afraid to grab and distract her, he was so close to blowing.

“Spice.” Her name came out sounding deep, as if from the bottom of his gut. “Yes—” he croaked. “Oh, baby. I-I’m going to come.”

She didn’t hesitate or stop but continued at a more demanding pace until he poured his seed down her throat. Clinging to his thighs, she held onto him and swallowed. The ceiling spun for a moment while he tried to catch his breath. A week ago, if someone told him he’d be getting a blow-job by Spice Monroe he’d have laughed in their face.

All those wishes he’d thought wasted on her finally came true.

The brush of her nipples on his thigh caught his attention. She crawled onto his lap. Flawless, milky white skin covered her voluptuous curves.

He pulled her close. During that whole time he hadn’t touched her once. She wouldn’t get away without him getting at least a taste. He trailed his fingers from her shoulder to her collarbone, then down her breasts to her nipples.

She arched her back as he touched her.

“You’re so beautiful.” Life started to return to his cock, not a full hard-on but it definitely filled.

He laid her on the bedding and bent to take the hard nub in his mouth. The small mewling moans she made rekindled his passion. Her other breast jiggled as she wiggled under him. He massaged the soft globe in his hand; he could spend the rest of the night just playing with them, but she had other ideas.

The pink panties came off and she flung them to floor. “Fuck me.”

Those two words acted like a bucket of ice-cold water dumped on his crotch.

She must have noticed his hesitation. “What’s wrong? If you don’t have a condom, I’ve got one in my purse.”

Of course, she would. He sighed. His beast wanted to but he’d let it have its way already tonight. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”

Her hands gripped his shoulders. “What?” The question snapped like a whip, but he knew she hid her hurt behind the anger.

How did he explain himself without pushing her away forever? With no experience to draw from, he decided to stick to the truth, even if it embarrassed him.

She started to slide out from under him, but he gripped her ass and yanked her back. “I want to…but…but we need to take things slowly. If you’re just looking for someone to fool around with, you’re better off with Sam. I’m not a one-night stand kind of guy.”

She blinked at him for a moment, then a shy smile replaced the angry frown. “How much more do you want from me, Eric?”

The way his name slipped off her tongue sent a shiver up his spine. “I want it all, baby. Body, heart, and soul—forever.” She tensed in his hands. “Spice, I know people have hurt you but I don’t play games. If anyone is going to end up with a broken heart, I’m afraid it’s going to be me.”

She took his face between her hands. “I’m scared.” With a light touch of her swollen mouth, she gave him a small tender kiss. It meant more to him than the blow-job ever could. “You’re offering me everything I’ve been looking for and I’m going to screw it up. I always do.” She glanced around him at the hallway. “Maybe we should talk about this in your bedroom.”

He chuckled. “No. I want our first time to be special.”

“How?”

“I don’t know. When you’re sure about us, then I guess we’ll figure it out.”

She grinned. “Then I’m sure about us. Let’s go.”

“Spice, I’m a virgin.” It wiped the smile off her face.

“Was-was that your first BJ?”

He pressed his body on hers and returned the tender kiss, hoping to relieve some of the anxiety in her eyes. “No, but it was the best.”

“So, you fool around?”

He nodded as he nibbled on her ear lobe. “But I don’t go all the way.” A quiver made her tremble in his hands as he whispered in her ear. He liked it.

“I want to be the one, Eric.” Her voice shook.

Lifting his head from kissing her neck, he stared down at her. “I don’t want to fuck, I want to make love. Do you love me?”

She chuckled. “I just met you.”

“No, you’ve known me most of your life. Maybe you should try to remember that.”

The vulnerable girl hiding inside the angry woman peeked out through her eyes. “I will.” She sighed and tried to wiggle out from under him.

“Where are you going?”

“Well, I’m not going to steal your virtue tonight. I may as well try to get some sleep so I’m fresh for my job interview.”

“But I’m not done.” He forged his fingers between her folds. “Let me at least repay the favor.”

She gasped as he slid inside her tight pussy. Being a virgin didn’t mean he lacked the skill to make a woman beg for mercy. Becoming an alpha had its perks, but the novelty of fooling around with the willing females of the pack wore away quick, especially when one of them got angry for not going all the way.

With each thrust, her hips met his hands. She whispered dirty encouragements in his ear, and it surprised him how much he liked it. “Harder,” she pleaded.

Oh, how he wanted to replace his fingers with his cock. For once, his morals pissed him off.

He twirled his fingers inside her, searching for that magical spot. The way she cried out told him exactly where it lay, and he worked it until Spice became a mass of thrashing limbs.

Her cries probably woke the others downstairs and maybe the neighbors. Smug with her satisfaction, he hugged her close and waited to wake up.