Queen Of The Alpha
Chapter 63

What a surprise.

Processing what Priscila had said was not an easy process. Especially since he was supposedly the one who had been the one who had put the obstacles in the way from the beginning and had been the driving force behind the whole situation.

-I said what?” he asked again as if he still couldn’t believe what his she-wolf had said.

Priscilla stirred against him, losing her strength again and feeling her conscience lost in the haze of desire of her heat. Her body ached with need and her muscles tensed.

-Look at you…you’re an idiot…for what you’re…good for,” he gasped and bit Layan’s neck drawing a m**n from him, “It’s all…your fault…so don’t…reject me…again,” he let out a pitiful m**n and wrapped his arms around his wolf’s neck, inhaling his scent.

-Come on Priscilla, tell me more details,” he stroked her back. Knowing that he was the one who had claimed her in the first place was something that was spinning in her head. And that she wanted to know more about this supposed vision, yes, yes, she did.

But he could only growl as her teeth dug deeper into his neck again. Priscilla had gone again, carried away by the tide of sensations of her desire and now only her instinct was present. Her hand moved down the length of his torso grazing him with her claws starting to come out until her fingers touched over his e******n.

Layan was so sensitive he had to squeeze the base of his c**k to keep from cumming right then and there. Damn, he cursed. He didn’t know who was shaking more, her or him. Priscilla’s pheromones were strong again and the heat between her thighs rubbing against his e******n was getting stronger and stronger and it was driving him crazy.

-Shit,” he grunted before turning and dropping her onto the bed with a thud. She gasped and writhed from both the mild impact and the separation of the friction from the male wolf’s body.

Layan sat up between her thighs, his body completely naked, a light layer of sweat covering him further framing his defined muscles. His chest rising and falling at his forced breaths and his e******n rubbing against his hard, wet abdomen. All dominant male wolf ready to mate.

And yet he had to maintain control over her every action. He wasn’t your typical soft, romantic wolf like Hades was. Yes, he could be gentle and loving, but when it came to s*x…he had his preferences and having his mate whimpering and moaning underneath him, while burying herself deep with hard movements was one of the things that turned him on to the point of losing his mind.

He didn’t know if Priscilla was ready for that kind of intensity during the act. But she was tough and strong, maybe she could withstand a night with him and tell the tale the next day. He smiled.

This would be fun.

-Tonight is for you, love. Just enjoy.

With one swift movement he tore off Priscilla’s clothes that were in the way. He needed to touch her, k**s her, lick her, bite her, so when he leaned forward spreading her legs even wider with his weight he attacked her lips in a fiery k**s.

His she-wolf responded by letting their tongues tangle with hers, prodding each other with their fangs and forming a wet, obscene sound between the two of them. His hands moved down, caressing her sides and her curves until they reached the mounds of her breasts.

Layan couldn’t complain, every part of her moulded perfectly to him, as if she had been designed to fit perfectly.

He licked the side of her face, leaving a k**s on her cheek. He reached for the lobe and bit and sucked until it was swollen and red. Priscilla stirred beneath him, but he wouldn’t let her go holding her back with his h**s. Her legs wrapped around his thighs keeping their legs intertwined.

-This is better than I thought,” Layan m****d still wondering why he had such a hard time being conscious when he touched her at night like she said. But somehow this felt so natural it was even scary and he wasn’t saying that because of the few times he had touched her in all his reasoning, it was as if he was used to doing it during.

He moved down leaving hickeys all along her hot white skin until his mouth closed around one of her breasts and he slurped it between his lips. His other hand stimulating the other nipple. He heard her m**n and rock her h**s against his.

Layan smiled and began to lick the hard nipple poking it with his fangs. He felt her shudder under his touch. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more, much more. He licked and bit the tender, sensitive skin until it was so swollen it hurt to look at, but they looked so beautiful, those red buttons.

He heard the wet sound that formed at the friction between his she-wolf’s legs and salivated. He wanted to taste. She-wolves were much sweeter in their rut and he would feast on that. He licked down the flat, quivering abdomen until he reached his groin. Priscilla m****d and raised her head slightly. Her eyes showed the excitement of heat.

-Easy, puppy,” he kissed the inside of her thigh and then bit down on it, leaving his fang marks, “I’ll make you feel good.

He slowly sat up and brought two fingers to her wet, throbbing entrance. Layan could have sworn he could be satisfied with just the sight, and yet he had to be strong. He felt like burying himself inside her to the base and staying there enjoying the cozy warmth and tightness he was sure to replace, but that was a long way off. She would be ready for him and the experience would no doubt be unprecedented.

Her fingers caressed the soft lips. They felt like velvet. He heard her gasp in frustration knowing she wanted a little more and he indulged her. His fingers pushed in, gently, slowly, without forcing too much. The heat he found made him gasp imagining it around his c**k. Every muscle in him was tense.

He moved his fingers in a circular motion stimulating it and lubricating the area until his fingers could go no further. There it was, the thin wall that made her a virgin she-wolf and he had the urge to tear at it with his fingertips. But he pulled them out as he heard her m**n, and this time it wasn’t exactly with pleasure.

That sound moved him. He didn’t want her to suffer, he wanted to make her scream with l**t, l**t provoked by him. So he lowered his head and buried his mouth between her thighs. Where the taste filled his taste pupils and made him growl.

Priscilla’s hand buried itself in his long hair as only sounds came from her mouth. Layan slurped, licked, bit the tender, virginal lips unable to satiate him. The sweet taste was delicious exploding in his mouth. He found the swollen clit and sucked on it earning a scream from Priscilla. And he continued to torture her, focused on pleasuring her, until she lost her mind and could only think of him. Because he was hers and the only one she had to look at.

And it wasn’t until Priscilla became a sea of trembling from the o****m that assaulted her that she lifted her head with her lips glistening as much from his saliva as from his she-wolf’s liquid. He licked them clean with the back of his hand.

And he marvelled at the sight before him. Priscilla panting, sweating, heaving, her legs spread submissively for him. Something he knew he should enjoy because if there was one thing he knew very well it was that Priscilla was not at all submissive.

But Layan hadn’t cum yet and Priscilla’s scent was still potent. So they still had a lot to do, and it didn’t include penetration. That wasn’t a problem.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her onto her stomach. Her body was limp, allowing herself to be moved back and forth by him. Panting the alpha lifted her h**s and settled her so that her thighs were against his and his e******n between her thighs rubbing against the soft interior. They both grunted against the contact of their genitals.

Layan leaned back leaning his weight against her though he held her h**s up and licked the nape of her neck possessively. His grip was tight, commanding her with both his body and his scent not to move. He was in command now.

-Mia,” and he moved his h**s hard forward.

The brush of his hard member between her vaginal lips made an obscene but delicious sound. Priscilla bit the pillow beneath her and her nails clenched the sheet. Layan kept moving with hard, fierce thrusts. He wasn’t penetrating her, but it felt like he was, because it felt so good she could barely think.

He licked insistently at the nape of her neck, where his mark was. Her gums ached from biting the skin to the base of his fangs, but it would be hurting her again and the bigger bite would come soon. She had to reinforce her mark on his loa as much as possible so that everyone would know it was hers. Totally his.

The heat in the room grew more intense, the denser pheromones of the two intertwining. The liquid running down the she-wolf’s quivering thighs where she only held her h**s up by her male’s hand. And it wasn’t long before the wild friction of their bodies drove them to madness.

Priscilla wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. Her mind went blank. Her mind went blank after the powerful o****m she received, squeezing the throbbing member between her thighs and letting the semen stain her abdomen, breasts and sheets. She could feel a lump growing against her throbbing v****a that rubbed gently, shuddering with sensitivity. But all that faded into the background.

Her scent was diminishing along with her eyes that were closing. Layan had released her h**s and her body fell back on the sheet. Shaken, exhausted, a little frustrated but still pleased. And she faded away, feeling k****s and soft licks on her shoulder and back and a voice repeating over and over again.

Mia