23. Alban #2
I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t stop myself from taking over the kiss. My hungry tongue crashed through the plump barrier of her lips, and my ravenous hands pulled her naked sex into the ridge of my heavy cock. It was still covered by my kilt. But not for long.
“Take me in your hand,” I rasped. “Put me in.”
Leora was innocent, but her wolf kent what I meant. Soon I felt her warm hand under my tartan, brushing along the top of my leg until she found my erection—only to immediately draw her hand back.
Leora abruptly fell out of our kiss with a soft gasp. “Oh no!”
She pressed her hand to her heaving chest and informed me with sorrowful eyes, “It’s too big. I’m so sorry, but there’s no way it will fit. If I had known …”
I interrupted her before she could finish apologizing. “If I had known you’d be this good for my ego, I would have made you mine before I left for Ireland,”
She regarded me with the most confused look, and I couldn't help but laugh. Me! Alban Scotswolf, laughing! No one in Faoiltiarn would have believed it if they saw it with their own eyes.
“Mo ghràidh …”
I took her hand in mine, then wrapped them both around my admittedly large cock. “Dinnae worry. Just feel. Feel what you do to me.”
Her eyes widened. “But it’s swelling even bigger.”
“And that’s just fine,” I stroked her warm hand over my erection, using the drip from its tip to lube the action. “Between your heat and my pre-cum, I vow to you, we’ll be just fine.”
She didn’t know what pre-cum was. I could tell from the confused look on her face. But a fresh wave of heat emanated from her as I stroked our hands over my cock, and her eyes darkened to black pools.
“Ayyyeee.” My lips found her neck again as I worked her hand over my cock. “Kiss me. Kiss me until you’re ready.”
“Ready for what?” she asked.
I took her mouth again without bothering to answer. And soon she found out.
A minute more of kissing, maybe less, and she started to squirm uncontrollably.
“Alban?” she asked again.
“Aye, mo ghràidh, I’m here. I’m right here for what you need,” I answered. “It’s okay. Listen to your wolf. Let her guide you.”
She pulled back to stare at me, her gaze anxious and confused.
Holy feck, I wanted to take this over. Put my she-wolf on her back and give her the sex education she’d never received in that closed-off community of hers or from that tadger who’d provided the sperm for Dorie.
But I’d promised not to hurt her. I had to do it this way, or I’d lose control.
“Do you trust me?” I asked her, bringing our stroking hands to a stop.
She looked down at my erection, heavily veined and dripping with the want of her.
“I …” She visibly swallowed.
But then her eyes shuttered from fearful to determined. And she nodded.
My brave she-wolf.
“Raise up on your knees,” I gently instructed. “Then put me inside of you. You know how. You think you don’t, but you do.”
“I trust you,” she whispered. To herself or me? I couldn’t be sure.
But she positioned my aching cock just below her heat-soaked sex and did as I’d instructed, slowly lowering herself down.
I held my breath as I watched my cock part the lips of her slippery folds and … she was wrong. Thank feck she was wrong. She slipped down my pole without any friction whatsoever and engulfed me in her wet heat.
“So big … you’re so big.” Her voice was full of strained wonder. “But it doesn’t …”
She wriggled her hips on top of me as if checking to make sure. “It doesn’t hurt. I feel stuffed, but it fits. You were right, Alban.”
“Aye.” The word came out on a grunt because, as it turned out, it wasn’t her hurt I needed to have been worried about.
Her little hole fisted around me, squeezing so painfully tight I had to drop my head to her shoulder and clap my eyes shut at the sight of her, just to keep from filling her womb with my seed.
But, nae, wolf, nae … I couldn’t do my primal duty yet. Not until I showed her. Showed her how good it could be with me.
“Move,” I bit out. “Ride me until your wolf finds exactly what she wants.”
I still had my own wolf on a leash, but I kent Leora had lost the fight with hers when she threw her arms around my neck and began moving her hips up and down on my “too big” erection.
My innocent she-wolf was riding my cock so instinctively—as if she’d been born to do this with me. Born to be mine.
Mine … mine … MINE.
The words echoed in my head as she slid up and down my cock. I let her guide the sex until her strokes became sloppy. I could tell she didn’t quite know what her wolf was looking for and that she was becoming frustrated with the chase.
So, I gripped her hips in my meaty hands and made her go slower.
“Alban!” she whined, needy and frustrated.
“Trust me, trust me, trust me,” I crooned the words into her neck, reminding her, soothing her as I forced her into a steady pace.
The feel of her was insane. Her large breasts were smushed into my chest, the buds so distended they felt like little rocks against my pecs. And her wet hole strained and flexed as it worked my cock.
I didn’t dare to let myself look at her. If she felt this good, the actual sight of her would set me off like a rocket. I just continued to encourage her while guiding her hips. “You’re almost there. Trust me. Trust me, mo ghràidh.”
Once again, I was right.
“Alban, Alban, something’s happening!” Her voice was terrified and wondrous at the same time. Then: “Aaahhh … aaahhh …”
Her hands found my hair, yanking and tugging as her sweet cunt contracted around me. She screamed out, then her entire body shuddered as her wolf finally found what it had been looking for … her first climax.
I’d given this she-wolf her first climax. I wanted to savor it. I wanted her to keep fecking me forever so that I could feel her orgasm around my cock for all of eternity. My human did not care whether I ever came or not.
But it was man versus wolf inside of me, and my wolf decided he’d been denied long enough.
I lifted Leora off my cock, and I barely got her repositioned on her hands and knees before I fell on top of her with the beast I’d been holding back.
She was still orgasming when I re-entered her from behind, her cunt contracting and squeezing as if I’d never left it. Or, maybe this was another climax altogether, brought on by my primal domination.
“Alban! Oh my goodness, Alban …” She collapsed onto her stomach, even as her sex continued to furiously milk my cock. “How does this feel so good? Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!”
That request was all it took to release my knot. The base of my cock swelled inside of her, racking my body with the most magnificent pain.
I had to be careful. I had to stay in control. Wouldn’t … couldn’t hurt her.
But I also couldn’t not fuck her savagely. Trusting that her climax would mask the pain, I sank my teeth into her shoulder to hold her in place while I rutted her into the couch, until … until …
“Mo ghràidh!” I roared right before releasing a thick river of seed into my she-wolf.
My beautiful, brave, fated-for-me she-wolf.
“Oh, my goodness,” she murmured, her voice as dazed as if I’d given her drugs. “That was good. I mean, really, really good.”
I’d call “really, really good” the understatement of the year. What we’d just done was beyond spectacular. Breeding my she-wolf was better than Tradition, Silence, and Good Food combined. As far as I could tell, there was nothing else better in the entire history of Earth.
“You did so verrae well, mo ghràidh,” I whispered as I repositioned the both of us on our sides and slipped my crooked arm under her head as a pillow.
Heat sex took a lot out of females, and they often fell into a deep sleep immediately after getting knotted.
Unlike St. Ailbe, sex education was taught in Faoiltiarn, and that was one of the first things we all learned.
According to our former schoolhouse teacher, it was the male’s job to see to the comfort of his female, along with ensuring that she stayed properly bathed and fed.
I knew the forcefully retired teacher hadn’t lied when Leora simply laid her head down on my proffered arm pillow instead of protesting or apologizing about how her sex was still aggressively contracting around my knot.
I’d stay lodged inside of her, and she’d continue to milk me until I had not a drop of seed left to give.
That was basic wolf biology on both our parts.
However, I didn’t want to say the Canadian stereotypes are true, but I suspected my she-wolf would apologize to a wall for bumping into it.
As it was this day, though, Leora simply sighed into sleep with a soft “Thank you.”
I doubt she’d even registered that she hadn’t said the words out loud but mentally pushed them into my head. But my heart soared like fireworks over the castle on New Year’s Eve.
We had a mate bond now, Leora and me. A mate bond.
I’d been ten years with Wolf Force. Earned two medals of valor before Magnus commanded me home to serve as the Kingdom Defender. But I had never felt as accomplished in my life as I did that day as my she-wolf fell asleep in my arms, milking me between her legs.
Or more comfortable. Despite the too-small size of the couch, I nuzzled her close and fell asleep soon after, a completely contented wolf.
Until I woke up to the feel of something sharp poking into my skin—so hard the metallic tang of my own blood appeared in my nose.
I opened my eyes to find the queen standing above us with a Lochaber axe in her hands. I recognized it as the one that had clattered to the ground when I threw Gavin into one of the suits of armor outside the library door as if he were a bowling pin.
Queen Tara’s eyes flashed, and her expression became completely unhinged as she growled between clenched teeth, “Get away from my sister!”