Chapter 37
Nyah
I knew I was poking the wolf when I hopped my ass up on that table but damn it I wanted my mate buried deep inside of me. Dinner and getting the stuff out of the shed could wait. We need this. Thinking that putting it off until after dinner was a huge mistake on my part. Now is the time for us to release the tension from today, then spend the rest of the night making wild passionate love under the stars.
Scooting back, I rest my elbows on the table. Braxton keeps his eyes on mine until I bend my knees and plant my feet on the table. Letting my legs fall apart, Braxton looks down at my saturated pussy.
I almost slammed my legs together when his eyes swiftly cut to me as they changed to the color of his wolf. He snarls with his canines extracted.
In the back of my mind, I know Braxton would never inflict any type of pain on me but after seeing the points of his teeth, I don’t know if me or my clit could survive being punctured by one of them.
Through his teeth, canines, and his eyes reflecting his wolf’s, Braxton says, “I’m starving.”
Braxton drops to his knees, then loops his arms under legs. He pulls me closer to the end of the table, then drapes my legs over his shoulders.
He leans forward and places his nose just above my clit. Every time he breathes in, then exhales his warm breath against my sensitive nub, it gets harder. Braxton mischievously smiles at me as he spreads my pussy lips, then begins to tease my clit with the tip of his tongue.
“Damn,” I purr, closing my eyes and lying back.
Braxton latches onto the swollen nub and gently sucks as if it’s his personal adult pacifier. His gentleness suddenly turns into an oral assault when Braxton alternates sucking and flicking my clit. Instead of one, he glides two fingers inside me, tickling my G-spot.
“Braxton,” I cry with my knees cinching the sides of his head like a vise as I cum.
Braxton ceases his movements, removing his mouth away from my lady parts. He laughs as I go back onto my elbows and raise my pelvis for him to continue.
“You wanted me to make you call out my name, and I agreed to your wishes,” he declares. “But I had my own terms.”
With the little energy I have left, I raise my head and ask him, “And what are those?”
Like Jimi Hendrix playing his guitar at Woodstock, Braxton plucks away at my clit, creating a melody for only the two of us.
Before I knew it, my body was exploding again. With my eyes closed, I see stars dancing in the darkness. At this point, I don’t know if I can endure another mind-blowing climax.
Removing my legs from his shoulders, Braxton rises. His mustache and beard glistens from my essence, which I find sexy as Hell. Whatever doubts I had before are replaced by the image in front of me.
“That’s two,” Braxton tallies, standing. “Which leaves me with one more.”
I’m so spent, I can’t coherently calculate the numbers. Hell, if he said it was fifty, my ass would have agreed.
Braxton steps in between my legs, holding his monster of a cock in his hand. I bite my bottom lip as he slowly and methodically drags the bulbous head from the top of my clit to my waterfall. I hiss as he enters me, stretching my walls.
“Fuck, you feel so good around my dick,” Braxton moans once he’s fully buried inside of me. “Nyah,” he shouts as I constrict my muscles. “You’re going to pay for that,” he promises before demonstrating to me why he is my Alpha.
Braxton’s nails, which I can only assume has turned into claws, dig into my skin as he works my vagina over. I should grab his wrists to stop the onslaught, but it’s feeling so good, I would be depriving myself.
Just as things were getting good, and I’m ready to let orgasm number three take me to the world beyond, Braxton withdraws my happy manipulation. He chuckles as I give him the death look as he continues to stimulate me by doing the same ministrations but just enough to take me over the edge. He slows down.
“Braxton,” I plead, ready to be put out of my misery.
“No,” Braxton growls. “I told you three, and three is what I’m going to get.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head as his tempo goes from one hundred to off the scale. My mouth hangs open. I can’t say if anything is coming out, but when Braxton connects with my sweet spot, I know the words, “You better not stop,” leaves me.
With his wolf’s eyes dancing in front of me, Braxton says, “I don’t plan to.”