The Alpha's Virgin Possession(11)

He fisted his shaft looking at his arousal and then at her. “This, this is for you. This is what you do to me.”

Fingering the shirt, Clara felt the need to claw out of the clothing. The first time she’d been ordered to wear clothes her whole skin had itched. Most of the women after they came of age, stayed naked. She had been forced to wear clothing.

Break free.

Could she really break free of all she’d known?





Chapter Five



The raw emotions playing across her face were tearing Nick apart. He wished he’d killed her parents the night before instead of letting them live. Their life was going to be too nice to them. They had used their daughter to see to that.

Fisting his cock, he settled all of his attention onto Clara. She needed him right now, not her parents. They had hurt her in ways he didn’t understand. Nick knew he’d treat her like a queen.

He wouldn’t tell her to stop. Nick wanted to see her naked, and he intended to. Not only did he want to see her naked, he also wanted her to be more relaxed around the house. He was used to wearing clothes and didn’t need to be naked. From the information he’d gotten, Clara hadn’t gotten the same satisfaction of running wild and naked during her turning. Her parents really deserved to suffer for what they had done to her.

Watching her gave him immense pleasure alone.

“Can’t I go back and have a hard punishment?”

“No.” No backing down. It would be so easy for him to give into her and leave her punishment be. “Being naked is not a hardship.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“I can wait all day. We’ve got guests coming,” he said, reminding her.

She growled at him, stamping her foot.

“Cute,” he said, smiling.

“Fine, let’s get this over with.” She lifted the shirt off her body, revealing her creamy flesh to his gaze. Her hips were wide, her stomach nicely rounded. Up his gaze went to stare at her full tits. They were perfect with large rounded red nipples. Her hands rested on her hips. “Well, what do you want me to do now?”

“Sit on the coffee table,” he said.

He had to control himself so he didn’t pull her onto his lap and pound inside her tight pussy.

She glanced behind her then lowered her ass to the wooden coffee table. He always knew it would come in handy when he bought it.

“Lean back on your hands.”

Going to his knees before her, he gripped her knees, opening her thighs. Her arousal surrounded the room. The fragrance was heady, intoxicating, and sent the need to fuck coursing through him. She’d been left alone for far too long. Her mating need would be right around the corner, and he’d be the one to claim her.

Clara fought him to keep her thighs closed. He held her steady, refusing to let her close up on him.

“What are you going to do?” she asked.

“You’re going to trust me to give you more pleasure than you could ever imagine.”

She was panting for breath.

Her body remained tense even as he opened her thighs and drew her to the edge of the wooden coffee table.

Keeping his gaze on her he glided his hands up her thighs feeling the muscles quiver beneath his touch.

“Nick,” she said, biting her lip.

“Don’t worry about a thing, baby. I’m here, and I’m not going to do anything to hurt you.”

She nodded but didn’t change at all as he held her. Gazing down her body he settled his attention on the flush lips of her pussy. The dusting of red hair turned him on. Moving his fingers up he slid the lips of her sex wide open to reveal the nub of her clit.

His mouth watered as the smell of her cum drove him closer.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to taste you. When I’m done you’re going to feel the sting of pleasure.”

His cock was going to cause him more pain than he’d ever cause her. Leaning closer, he focused on her slit. Sliding his tongue across her clit, he moaned at the first explosion of taste from her. She was musky and sweet at the same time. Keeping her lips open, he slid down to tongue her entrance. Her virgin barrier prevented him from going further inside. He was tempted to dispense of her innocence with his fingers rather than wait to bury inside her with his cock.

The thought of claiming her and pumping his cum into her womb stopped him from getting rid of that pesky barrier.

Gliding up, he circled her clit. She collapsed back. The coffee table was big enough for her to lie back completely. Clara was a lot smaller than he realized. She’d take his cock, and he couldn’t wait.

He gripped his cock, fisting the length to try to relieve the pleasure.

Nothing would stop other than a release. Tonguing her clit, he glanced up to see her tits shaking with her arousal.