Alpha Prime: Shiftily Ever After(47)

He groaned, and his eyelashes fluttered over eyes suddenly unfocused with lust, but then he took her wrist and gently pulled her hand away from his cock.

“Don’t you like it?” she asked.

“Oh, I like it,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “I like it so much I’ll be coming in your hand if you don’t stop.”

And he parted her legs and pinned her beneath him, holding her fast as he kissed her throat, grazed his teeth over her collarbone and moved down over her to lavish loving attention on the tightly furled, painfully sensitive peaks of her nipples.

She squirmed and wriggled underneath him, but he was relentless. He placed a trail of ticklish kisses over the curve of her stomach, and played his fingers in the dark curls between her legs…then moved to the insides of her thighs, licking and nipping. Her pussy tingled, and she moaned, desperate to feel the heat of his mouth and the sweep and flicker of his clever tongue against her most sensitive flesh.

He continued to torment her, moving closer and closer to her core until she had her fingers curled tightly in his hair and was pleading with him breathlessly. She was sure she felt him smile against her inner thigh before at last he moved his mouth to her slick, pulsing core.

He French-kissed her pussy, dipping his tongue inside her and sweeping it over her clit in tight, intense spirals that had her hovering on the brink of orgasm, pulling his hair and arching her hips against his face. Her thighs trembled and a shivery sensation of arousal feathered over her skin, making her cry out helplessly.

As he upped the pace, lapping relentlessly, he plunged two fingers inside her, and she came in a powerful, throbbing wave of bliss, crying out and clamping her thighs against his ears.

When the spasms of her orgasm had faded, he sat up laughing breathlessly, his mouth and chin shiny with her juices. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before pinning her underneath him again and kissing her. His mouth pressed firmly against hers and she could taste herself on his lips.

Then he rolled her over so that she was straddling him. She braced herself with her palms on his chest and looked down at him. He was so incredibly beautiful, with his hair mussed and tousled, still slightly out of breath.

She rolled her hips, grinding her still-throbbing pussy against his thick erection, and felt a rush of primal power as he groaned and grasped her hips in his big hands, thrusting up to meet her. His length slid easily between her slick folds, and she bit her lip, groaning at the bolt of sensation the contact sent through her.

Miles echoed her with a low moan that ended on a growl as he rocked his pelvis against her, and when she rose on her knees he eagerly fitted the head of his cock to her slick entrance.

Dakota worked her way down over him, inch by intoxicating inch, Miles’s impressive girth stretching her deliciously. As she began to move, he squeezed and stroked her hips, guiding her movements. Each time she drew back, she allowed the tip of his cock to oh-so-nearly slip from the heat of her body before grinding back down on him, pressing their bodies intimately together and moving her hips in a sinuous figure-eight that made Miles gasp and curse.

Even though she wanted to take it slowly, the feeling of his cock inside her and the firm muscles of his chest beneath her palms stole her self-control. She started to move faster, rising and falling over him, his twitching length driving inside her harder as he thrust to meet each roll of her hips.

She realized she was crying out in time with the movements of her body, mewling each time he pushed fully inside her, then panting and shuddering as he withdrew. He twisted his head against the pillow, giving a feral groan that told her he was about to come, and she tumbled over the edge with him.

Miles gripped her hips with bruising pressure as he thrust up into her once, twice, then shouted hoarsely as orgasm ripped through him. The wildness in his voice was too much, and her cunt clutched fiercely around him as she collapsed against his chest, moaning and writhing through the soul-deep spasms of their shared climax.





Chapter Nineteen



A few days later, Dakota had Miles drive her to Anthea’s cave. She was carrying a basket of freshly baked muffins.

When they arrived, she got out and walked over to Anthea and Bryant, who were sitting on a small glacial boulder and chewing on honeycombs. Several bear cubs were nearby, racing up and down towering pine trees with a speed that made Dakota dizzy. She’d always admired the climbing ability of bears. A little further off, she saw their parents in human form, picking berries and putting them in baskets to make jam. One of the Stoney Creek Clan’s main businesses was selling honey from their hives, and home-made jam.

Miles sat in the truck, favoring Dakota with a lazy grin. Things were finally turning around for them. The shifters in the eastern territory hadn’t dared show their faces in town, and there hadn’t been a death challenge in almost a week now.