Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 57

I continued on, spending several more minutes, massaging him with my tongue and mouth.

When my Wolf and I agreed we’d completely explored every inch of flesh his balls had to offer, we moved on to his ridged c**k. The veins running along his length bulged. He was pink and twitching, the plump head leaking. He’d spent most of the evening hard. I suspected it wouldn’t take long before he burst. Taking my time, I explored his c**k with my tongue but resisted taking him inside my mouth. Instead, I trailed my tongue along every inch and twirled it around his thick head before flattening it and lavishing the underside with long, languid licks.

“More,” he growled, his voice hoarse. His h**s bucked, trying to push himself into my mouth.

I smirked. His control was tenuous at best. Wrapping my lips around just the tip, I sucked softly and made eye contact again. I lifted slightly and purred, “Is this what you want?”

His eyes burned even brighter, the predator barely contained beneath the surface. “Be careful, little shewolf. You’re playing with fire.”

His tone and words caused even more arousal to course through my veins. I shifted, trying to replace friction between my legs, my own need becoming much more pronounced. It wasn’t enough. I reached a hand between my legs, looking for my clit.

Shocking the hell out of me, he moved lightning fast, abruptly leaning forward and snatched my hand away from my clit and forced it to my back. At the same time, the fingers on his other hand threaded through my hair, taking control of my movement. He held my lips to the head of his c**k.

“Oh!” I gasped as I instinctually tried to pull away. But it was a foolish endeavor. Breaking his hold was impossible. I couldn’t move an inch. My chest heaved as I tried unsuccessfully to regulate my air flow.

His lips curled into a wicked smirk. He commanded softly, “Open, little mouse.”

I stared up at him wide-eyed. The power coming off of him was shocking-and intoxicating. It made me drunk with need. My Wolf was moaning at his dominance in my head. Her fantasies slammed through my consciousness-images of our body positioned a*s-up with him draped over our back, thrusting, taking us hard and fast.

I blinked. He moved my head, stroking my lips against his top of his c**k. He spoke again, his tongue dangerously soft, leaving no room for disobedience, “Open.”

I opened my mouth. He nodded, satisfaction and approval in his eyes, and fed me his c**k an inch at a time. When my mouth was full of him, he purred, “Good girl.”

“Now, would you like to suck me off or would you like for me to f**k your mouth?”

His question startled me. I blinked again. My brain worked to make sense of his words. I thought I understood the difference. He was giving me a choice in either me controlling the movement or him. I couldn’t very well answer with his c**k touching my throat, so I pulled back. He let me but only so far as to be able to speak. Otherwise, he kept the head of his c**k pressed right against my lips. I whispered, “I want you…to do it.”

His eyebrows rose. He hadn’t expected my answer. But I wanted to feel everything he had to offer, no matter what it was and regardless of his feral display of dominance, he wouldn’t hurt me. He waited a moment, still searching my expression. And then he nodded.

Obediently, I opened and once again, he fed his c**k to me slowly, until he could go no further. He released the hand behind my back, and murmured, “Both hands.” I moved my hand and wrapped it around his c**k right beneath my other one.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb along the crest of my cheek and whispered, “F**k, you look beautiful with your lips wrapped around my c**k.”

A trickle of pleasure ran down my spine. I couldn’t say anything, so I just waited.

“Relax your throat,” he instructed. I did as he ordered, and worked to relax my body and my throat.

Tilting my chin and extending my neck, so that it was in a position he liked, he held my head still and began to rock his h**s into me, going slowly so I could get used to the feel of him in my mouth. In and out, smooth and easy. On each backstroke, I twirled my tongue around the head of his c**k. “That’s it.” He nodded again in approval.

After a moment, he picked up the pace, going faster and pushing deeper. The head of his c**k nudged the back of my throat causing me to gag a little. My eyes watered a little, but he didn’t stop. He pressed in again, and murmured, “You can do this. You were born to take my c**k in every way possible.”

I blinked away the moisture as he continued to use my mouth for his pleasure. He felt huge to me as I knelt at his feet, his large thighs on either side of my shoulders. Powerful arms and hands wrapped around my head.

Stroke after delicious stroke, grunts of satisfaction came from his chest. The sound of his pleasure, and knowing I was the reason for it, caused chills of excitement and goosebumps to flare on my skin.

He pulled away, his c**k coming out of my mouth with a wet pop. I was stared at him in confusion -until he brought his head down to my neck and sucked on the mark, he’d place there, hard.

My back arched. I cried out and keened forward, trying to press myself into him, but he kept my head steady and pressed his c**k back between my lips. My heart thundered in my chest. I was ravenous with l**t and growled in my throat, demanding he give me everything he had to give. He did. He pushed forward, much deeper this time. My eyes watered, but neither of us cared. All that mattered was the feeling of him deep in my throat.

Faster and faster he went until, suddenly, his movements became jerky, less fluid. His expression strained. He gritted out, “I’m going to come.”

It was a question as much as it was a statement. Even without speaking, I could tell he was asking what I wanted. I just gripped his c**k tighter with my hands, wordlessly telling him I didn’t want him to go anywhere until he filled me.

Understanding lit his expression. “F**k,” he g*****d under his breath.

Two more strokes and he was there. He let out a loud grunt of pleasure, and his head fell back. His movement was erratic, as he released. Over and over.

Admittedly, there was more than I had anticipated. I was shocked as spurt after spurt of hot cum splashed into my throat. I swallowed again and again, tears breaching my eyelashes as I struggled, working to get it all down without gagging or having something horrible happen like it come out my nose.

When he was finally finished, he pulled out and looked down at me, his expression shifting to alarm at my tears. Instantly, he had me in his lap, holding my head in his big paws. He whispered urgently, “F**k…I’m so sorry…I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I shook my head. Well, as much as I could with his anaconda-tight grip on my cheeks. “You didn’t hurt me. There was just a little bit…more than I had expected.” I tried to replace a way to explain.

His expression told me he understood. The tension released from his shoulders as he exhaled in relief. Wiping the few remaining tears away with the pads of his thumbs, his lips found mine. His tongue swept inside. It was clear he didn’t mind tasting himself. After a long, languid k**s, he pulled back. His eyes held adoration as he whispered, “You were f*****g incredible.”

I blushed. He didn’t let me contemplate my embarrassment long because, without warning, his mouth was once again at the mark on my neck.