Alyssa’s Wolves(24)

She sucked in a breath and held it but nodded her acquiescence.

Two seconds later, he pulled her jeans off her, taking the matching black lace panties that went with her bra along with her pants.

If he was going for it, he might as well get the entire package. Her shirt was still half on, but it lay open to her sides, not a hindrance to his vision of her glorious breasts.

“Open for me. Spread your legs, baby.” He tried to make the words gentle, to not overwhelm her with his dominance this early, and his cock swelled when she complied. It wasn’t as far or as wide as he needed, but it was a start. Michael climbed between Alyssa’s legs and pressed them farther apart until her glistening sex was wide open to his perusal.

“Michael…”

A glance at her face told him he was reaching the edge of her comfort zone. She’s a virgin, dude. Slow down. Don’t scare her.

Hell, she wasn’t just a virgin. Michael was the only man she’d ever kissed. And no one on earth had ever had her spread out before them like she was currently.

His chest swelled. His cock ached, but he chose to ignore it.

Goose bumps formed across her skin. “Are you cold?”

She shook her head.

He had to force himself not to laugh. He knew she wasn’t cold. If anything she was burning.

Kneeling between her legs, Michael reached with both hands and traced a line down her body from her neck, across her nipples, and through the dip of her stomach until he reached her sex. With one hand he spread her open and held her lower lips apart with his spread fingers. With the other hand he dragged a finger through her slit and up toward her clit.

Alyssa nearly came undone. She moaned and lifted herself into his touch. She was so fucking wet it was a wonder she hadn’t come yet. Her sex glistened with her moisture. Gathering up that wetness with two fingers, Michael spread the evidence of her arousal higher and circled the little nub that would be her complete undoing as soon as he touched it.

He smiled. She was gorgeous spread out like this. All her inhibitions had flown out the window, and she was completely unaware of what she looked like displayed before him.

He didn’t make her wait. Three tight circles around her clit, and he pressed his thumb into the nub, hard enough to hold her down with just that one thumb and his palm. With his other hand, he slipped one finger into her center, grazed it across the front of the channel … and groaned aloud.

Alyssa’s noises, however, muffled his own. Her orgasm rocked her body, her clit pulsing against his thumb, her tight pussy milking his finger.

And God almighty did he mean tight. No matter what they said, he couldn’t imagine pressing his girth into that tiny channel of heat. He would have to stretch her considerably with his fingers before he would ever be able to take her with his cock. And he’d surely come against the mattress working her into that state of bliss. Later.

As Alyssa’s orgasm slowed down until only the occasional jerk of her torso remained, Michael pulled his finger out of her center and sucked the digit into his mouth, licking her sweet juices off his hand.

He looked directly into her eyes as he did so and watched as they widened with shock. “You taste terrific. Sweet and spicy at the same time. Next time I’m going to lick your pussy with my tongue and suck your clit into my mouth until I can swallow your orgasm as you come.”

No way in hell had she been ready for that this time, but he didn’t want to waste the opportunity to warn her about later.

Later. That was the key word. When the hell was the mysterious later going to be?





Chapter 6


Alyssa couldn’t believe her recklessness. How in the world had she allowed Michael to completely undress her and make her writhe with pleasure beneath his gaze?

Her cheeks flooded with embarrassment, but he didn’t give her time to think. Instead he lay back down alongside her, keeping his jean-covered knee between her legs, and claimed her mouth in another searing kiss. The three seconds he’d given her to recover from her first orgasm evaporated in an instant.

The man could kiss. At least she assumed as much. But what did she know?

While he sucked her tongue into his warmth, his hand wandered up and down her body, caressing her breasts and stomach and thigh. He even grazed incredibly close to her sex several times without actually touching her there again.

And Lordy, she wanted him to touch her again!

What kind of a hussy was she turning into? Is this what happened to people when they mated? Well, probably not “people,” but wolves?

She could learn to live with this “torture.” Of course it hadn’t escaped her notice that this was only the tip of the iceberg. The big tamale was still inside her mate’s pants. She hadn’t even seen him yet, and there was still the little matter of taking him into her sex.