The Alpha’s Desire 5(5)

 

 

 

I smiled, still a bit bashfully with my now swollen lips as he pushed me to the grass until I sprawled there in the sunlight, open to his gaze. I had to squint to see him, making him fuzzy, more ethereal-looking over the top of me. My skin grew tingly, similar to the feeling of my magic though it had only to do with his intense stare. Sometimes the way he looked at me gave me the sensation of feather touches, phantom ones I supposed, all up and down my body.

 

 

 

“I love you. I don’t care if you ever tire of hearing it, I won’t stop saying it,” Lex said in a gruff voice deep with emotion. “I love the way your light brown hair cascades around your face, your shoulders in long curls. Your blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight showing your smile. I honestly can’t get enough of you.”

 

 

 

“Lex, we are with each other every day, but yeah, I know exactly what you mean. I won’t ever tire of hearing you say that you love me any more than I could get tired of the way that you look at me. I’ve never seen that look in another man’s eyes, at least not for me.”

 

 

 

“Then shame on them, but I am greedily glad that that is so. I want to be the only one to love you this way. Fully. Completely. I want a thousand perfect moments like these. Is that too much to ask?”

 

 

 

“I hardly think so after all we have been through to get here. We’ve survived a half dozen werewolf attacks, and my inexperience with my magic, to be here. Not to mention the…”

 

 

 

He cut me off by finishing my sentence, “nothing. We will not mention anything else to mar this moment. It has been so nice to be without the constant threat of the true werewolves. I can see why they are jealous of us magical ones, and being on this island for six months now, I can even begin to feel sorry for them, for their plight, but miss them, no way. We have had a normal life since being here finally.”

 

 

 

“Normal?” I said with a full laugh. “There is nothing normal about living secluded away from the world on a secret island full of every luxury with all sorts of magical powers to boot at our disposal. My life back home, as a mere human at a pencil-pushing job that barely allowed me to pay rent and eat while I dreamed of more, of being a writer… That was normal. This is some sort of dream I hope I never wake from.”

 

 

 

“Yes, may we never wake from it, and rarely have to get dressed,” he said, his voice suddenly even more grave. “I’ve never been happier than I have been this last month being your husband, and your true mate. I’m the luckiest man alive, I swear.”

 

He leaned down then and kissed my stomach as I smiled like a fool at his words. Watching his dark locks, then looking down over his naked form that knelt now beside me, I blinked in the sunlight regretting each moment I didn’t have him in my view. How was that for greedy? I surmised with a petulant amount of glee.

 

 

 

His growing erection hung between his legs, balls hanging behind it making the perfect picture, causing me to grow even wetter if possible. My pussy pulsed, wanting, needing to be filled by him. The ache for him nearly drove me to madness at times. Going for sheer insanity, I admired all of his hard, muscular edges, the curve of his back, and the rounded mound of his ass.

 

 

 

I arched my own back again, pushing my hard nipples out, begging for attention which he readily granted me, as he did my every desire. I wanted him desperately, filling me, yet I bit my tongue to find patience, moving my hand, my well-manicured fingers, to scrape over what I could reach of his tight, tan skin.

 

 

 

“You make me feel so beautiful, and so full of lust that I could scream,” I said, the reality of the statement for some reason sending a small shiver down my spine, making me wonder for a brief second if this dream could somehow disappear in the blink of an eye.

 

 

 

Shaking my head at the thought, as he latched onto a nipple, a small inferno ignited in my chest that exploded down through my body. As he’d moved closer, I slid my hand between his thighs. Making my fingers a vice around the silky, red skin, I gloried in his sharp intake of breath that made the breast in his mouth tingle even as his teeth scraped against the sensitive nub. The drum of my pulse radiated to my nipples, hardening the already tight buds to that painful end of pleasure as he paid me back in spades by biting down with his teeth a little.

 

 

 

Scooting my body, I slide my back along the grass until my head positioned under his hips, his cock in line with my lips so I could flick out my tongue and catch the small, salty drop of pre-cum there on the slit in the middle of the head as I latched onto him again. He jumped, and so I took my time inching his length into my mouth. As I eased him in, replacing each finger with my warm, wet lips, once that hand was free, I reached back to cup his heavy balls.