Bully Alpha Daddy (Gold Wolves Black Ops #1)

Chapter 10 - Declan

Her lips tasted like cinnamon and were as soft as silk.

My wolf snarled his pleasure. I ran my hand along her side, tracing her curves even as my mouth continued to explore hers. The way she responded to my every touch, leaning into the caresses, her back arching as my fingers ran up her spine, drove me wild with need. I could feel my cock stiffening in my jeans, and I realized I wasn’t going to be satisfied with only a kiss. I had held myself back from her partially because I had wanted to show restraint. Now, that restraint was out the window. I wanted her. All of her. And I was going to take it.

My hand went to the hem of her shirt. She let out a soft gasp as my fingers slipped beneath it, brushing bare skin. She leaned into the touch, shivering as my lips went to her neck.

Slowly, I lifted her shirt over her head. She stiffened for a brief moment as I started, then relaxed. I threw her shirt across the room as I stared at her body, taking in the way her curves complimented her figure. It was enough to drive my wolf wild. I needed more of her.

Just as I was about to unclasp her bra, she stiffened again. I paused.

“You’re gorgeous,” I reassured her.

“No, it’s not that.” Pink flushed her cheeks. “It’s just… I’ve never…”

I blinked in surprise as I realized what she was trying to communicate. “You’re a virgin?” I asked.

She gave a brief, embarrassed nod. “Sorry,” she muttered.

“Don’t be,” I said. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I took her chin in my fingers and turned her head so she was looking at me. “But I want you to tell me if there’s anything wrong, all right?”

She hesitated, then nodded.

Slowly, keeping my eyes on her to make sure she was all right, I reached around and took off her bra, throwing it into the corner.

Her breasts spilled out. They were incredible, perky and pale. Large enough that I could grab an entire handful with more to spare. They fit her curves and her body perfectly. Just looking at it was enough to make my cock stiffen.

She blushed. “Sorry,” she muttered. She reached up to cover herself. I grabbed her wrist, holding it by her side.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” I said. “You are beautiful.”

I let my hands roam across her body, tracing her curves as they slowly moved upward toward her breasts. I grinned as she shivered at the touch, her eyes fluttering. I took my time, watching her reactions, my wolf snarling at every flash of pleasure. Seeing her aroused was as much a turn-on as anything else.

I took her breast in my hand, my thumb flicking her nipple. She gasped, back arching at the sensation. I grinned.

“You like that?” I asked. She nodded.

I kissed her again, guiding her over to the bed as my lips stayed locked on hers. My hands tangled in her hair, and my mouth trailed down her neck as I lowered her onto the bed.

I heard a sharp intake of breath as Mira looked me up and down. The hunger in her eyes only fueled my own lust. I took off my pants, earning another gasp as my cock sprung out.

Slowly, gingerly, I unclasped her jeans, tugging them off, ready to stop if she said no. Instead, she shimmied out of them, helping me. The moment they pooled on the floor, I climbed on top of her, straddling her as I pinned her to the bed.

“What now?” she asked.

I raised an eyebrow. “Now? I’m going to take my time with you.”

Crawling between her legs, my hands gripped her thighs. I glanced up at her to make sure she was okay, then lowered my head.

The instant my tongue ran along her slit, she moaned, writhing. I savored the taste of her, needing more as an insatiable hunger washed over me. The moan turned into a delighted gasp as my tongue found her clit.

“Fuck.” Her fingers found my hair and entwined themselves it. My wolf snarled in pleasure, relishing her taste and the way she writhed as my tongue pumped in and out of her. My grip on her thighs tightened as I continued feasting. But it didn’t take long for me to realize it wasn’t going to be enough for me anymore. I needed more of her.

I straightened, readjusting myself so I hovered over her. I pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy, pushing just a little, enjoying the way her eyes fluttered at the sensation.

“If anything hurts or you want me to stop, just say so,” I told her. “All right?”

She nodded. Then she gasped as I slid inside her, her body arching, allowing me further in. She felt incredible. Her muscles clenched around my cock. I started pumping, loving the way I glided in and out of her, my own need swelling and building with every thrust. Beneath me, I could feel Mira tensing.

“Fuck,” she said in undisguised pleasure. The sound just made me even hungrier with need.

Her breaths grew more ragged as her fingers clenched the bed sheets, her hips bucking in time with my thrusts. Her moans grew higher pitched as she began to squirm beneath me. My hand slipped between her thighs as I began flicking her clit even as I continued to pump in and out, not missing a beat. Her eyes flew open, mouth parting.

Her muscles went rigid, every inch of her body tensing and coiling in preparation. I could see in her eyes how close she was, even as they fluttered shut. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, holding me tight.

A second later, she screamed as her entire body bucked and convulsed. Her grip tightened, then loosened, her breath coming in heavy pants. Her muscles clenched around my cock. The sensation, along with her cries of pleasure, were enough to undo me, and I came inside her, savoring the sensation of release as my own thrusts slowed to a stop.

Still inside her, I searched her face, trying to gauge her emotions. I could see her doing the same thing, something like worry tinting the edges of her features.

“You all right?” I asked as I reluctantly slid out of her.

She nodded. “Yeah. I’m…yeah…” She blushed as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. She looked almost dazed, her breathing still ragged. “I need to run to the bathroom.”

As she hurried into the bathroom and closed the door, I stayed where I was, trying to parse out what had just happened as I stared at the ceiling.

She paused when she walked back in, as if startled I was still there. Her cheeks went pink.

“Hi,” she said. Mira glanced over at me, hesitation flickering in her gaze. “Are you all right?” she asked.

“I’m fine,” I grunted. The truth was, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it all. The sex had been amazing. Mira had been incredible. On top of that, my wolf was ecstatic. The only other time he had been this happy was when Dani had been born. I could sense myself gravitating toward Mira.

Even before now, I had noticed how beautiful she was. How her curves only seemed to enhance that beauty. She wasn’t the same awkward kid I had grown up with. But I had held her at arm’s length. I didn’t know how to express the fact that I sensed my growing attachment to her. And when I admitted it to myself, I just felt weak.

Growing up, I had been told to shut out emotions, including affection. Especially affection. Those sorts of emotions were weaknesses. You had to be tough, especially as an alpha. You couldn’t tell someone you cared about them or wanted them in any way. They would try to take advantage of you, and others would see you as a weak and viable target.

That was why I had bullied Mira. Every time I had seen her, I had felt that urge to be near her. I had felt that attraction. It had gotten worse the more time I spent at her house, the more time I spent near her in private. She was smart and clever and kind, despite everything she had been through with the death of her parents. I admired that. And that had nothing to do with the attraction I felt toward her. Her smell drove my wolf wild, and her green eyes were closer to emeralds than anything else. I loved her body, even if it was obvious she didn’t. But telling her any of that, or even experiencing it in the first place, was the greatest sign of weakness I could demonstrate.

It was why I had pushed her away when she had told me how she felt. I couldn’t admit to feeling the same, not without being weak. The only way to project strength had been to reject her in front of everyone.

And now it was happening again. I was falling into the same trap.

I couldn’t let that happen. I had to remain strong, especially if a different alpha was sniffing around. I couldn’t let something as trivial as attraction get in the way or make me seem weak. It would only cause problems for everyone else.

“Um…” She hesitated, as though trying to come up with the words for something. I waited, watching in silence. The longer it went, the more uncomfortable she seemed. Her hands wrapped around her stomach.

“What is it?” I finally asked.

“I…” She trailed off as she gave me a speculative look. Her shoulders slumped. “Nothing…”

I couldn’t stay. The longer I stayed, the more likely I would say something I would regret later. I pushed myself off the bed, swinging my feet over the side and getting to my feet.

“I’ve got to take care of some things,” I grunted. “Why don’t you go take a shower? I’ll talk to you later.”

I walked over to the door, feeling Mira’s eyes following me as I marched out.