47. MAX
Chapter forty-seven
MAX
T he little fox ran from me. My Alpha instincts kick into hyperdrive, as she dashes toward the stairs.
“Katie,” I say, loud enough that my voice carries up the stairs without yelling. “You are in so much trouble, Tough Girl.”
A wave of her perfume greets me at the bottom of the stairs.
I stalk silently up the staircase, listening for the telltale creaks of the floorboards. But she isn’t on the landing, and her perfume isn’t in the hallway. I glance up at the steps up to the third floor, to where my bedroom awaits.
Cal’s room is up there too, and her perfume could set him off. But I don’t care. My vision tunnels to just my Omega. Of finding her, and fucking her, and hearing her beg for more and more and more.
“Tough Girl,” I call, as I prowl through the hallway. Callum’s door is closed, but I can smell that he and Loren are both there.
They are in for a treat when they hear Katie yelling my name later. I smirk.
Her perfume thickens, and for a moment I pause at Callum’s closed door. Did she sneak in there? Is she asking for her whole pack to… no, she said when she first arrived that she’s only had one partner at a time. Three at once will be too much too fast. That’s okay; I don’t really want to share her right now anyway.
I hear the muffled sound of footsteps and the lightest creak of a floorboard.
“Gotcha,” I whisper. She's in my bedroom, but she doesn't know that only one floorboard creaks. The one leading to my bathroom.
I slide into my bedroom, my eyes adjusting instantly to the dim light. I close the door, loud enough that she knows I’m here. Her perfume gives her away, the heady scent rich and sweet as I follow it to the bathroom. The tub is running, one of the automatic taps has been turned on.
Good. It will fill itself and turn off when it’s ready. I can focus on my Omega. I smile at the thought of fucking her in the tub. Yes, first the bed, then the tub. Maybe the floor? I have plans for this woman.
“Your Alpha is hunting you, Tough Girl. How does that make you feel?” I say, softly enough that I know we won’t be overheard through the wall. The walls are thick, but if she moans loud enough, I know Cal and Lor will hear.
“Does it make you feel powerful, to know you can consume all my attention?” I say, creeping toward the far corner and the cave of my closet.
My heightened senses hear her light panting. Her perfume mixes with the steam from the tub into a sticky cloud. I’m all but salivating.
“Does it make you hot knowing I am going to eat your pussy until you come for me?”
She moans, the tiniest noise. I see her, she’s crouching behind my few dress coats, one hand gently rubs through her sweatpants. I’m mesmerized, watching the light way she rubs circles over her sex, not enough for true relief.
I spring forward, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her up like a spoil of war. I throw her over my shoulder, even as she wiggles and squeaks. She doesn't tell me to stop, only groans and squirms in my grasp.
“Not so tough now, huh?” I say, tossing her gently on the bed. Before she can respond, I crawl over her, covering her mouth in a demanding kiss.
You don't run from your Alpha if you don’t want to be caught. And I have caught her. I run my tongue over hers, before pushing her further into the bed. I pull off her sweatpants without breaking our kiss.
My fingers find her soaked sex, and I gently glide through. She groans into my mouth, arching her hips off the bed.
Oh but I am not finger fucking her tonight. No, this Alpha caught his prize and means to have her.
I lean back enough to suck my wet fingers into my mouth.
I shiver; her taste is perfection on my tongue
“Take off your shirt,” she demands, hiking up the hem and exposing my waist. I quirk an eyebrow, but comply.
“So many demands tonight. You’d think you’re the one who caught me .”
Katie smiles slyly. “Didn’t I?”
I toss my shirt into the corner.
She runs her fingers up my chest, circling my nipples with her thumbs. “You’re both the same and so very different than back home,” she murmurs, her eyes drinking me in like she’s mapping every inch. Well, fair is fair. I tug off her t-shirt and the soft sports bra she has on underneath.
Holy Mother of Wolves. Her chest is supple, creamy and perfectly round. But her nipples are tiny pink rosebuds, not quite blooming.
“You are beautiful,” I breathe. I trace each nipple with my tongue, tasting her, feeling each ripple of delight that runs through her body.
“More Max,” she whimpers.
I rock my hips back, pulling down my own gym shorts. I run my cock back and forth through her wet folds. I want to taste all of her, to feel her come on my tongue like she did in my office.
But Katie is pressed against my sheets, her hips meeting my gentle thrusts over her folds and clit with tiny gasps. One hand fists my sheets, the other squeezes my bicep.
Her brown hair fans out around her head, and this moment is perfect. I trace it in my mind. When I die, I want this to be the last image I remember, Katie perfectly laid out for me. Panting and ready for her Alpha.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I murmur. “I’m going to fuck you until you take all of my cock, screaming my name as you climax. I am going to fill you with my release until no one doubts that you belong to me.” I nip her throat, not breaking skin, even though all of my Alpha instincts want me too.
“I can fuck you hard, Tough Girl, and I can fuck you so slow. But I am going to feel your pussy tight around me. I caught you, and now you’re mine.”
Katie moans, raising her hips to meet mine. “Less talking, more fucking.”
I laugh. Gods, I love this woman.
I line my head up with her wet pussy and thrust in, driving into her tight heat all the way to my knot. Fuck . She is tight and hot, oh gods, and I almost lose myself before I begin. I pull out, thrust back hard, enjoying the slow drag out and the fast push in.
“Max,” she moans, her voice ragged with pleasure.
“Slow and deep? Fast and hard?” I ask, dragging out slow and thrusting in with a wet slap .
Her hips roll up, her pussy tightening. Her nipples are perfect red peaks, and I can’t help sucking one of them into my mouth, I pinch the other as I drag out and thrust in deep.
“Harder,” she whimpers, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.
Fuck, I want her to own me. I want her body to submit to me, and I want to submit to her will, her desire, her need . Give and take, and fuck I am willing to give her everything.
I pick up my speed, her legs raising to wrap around my hips. We find a rhythm, and she’s louder every time she pants, praising me and yanking on my hair. My knot begins to swell, but I can’t come, not until I feel her pussy tight around my cock.
“Come for me Katie,” I growl, biting her earlobe.
“Max,” she whines, and I know she’s on the edge. I reach a hand between us to circle her clit as I thrust faster, the bed shaking with my force. I don’t care if Cal and Lor hear us, or if they can smell our sex. I just want my Omega to come for me. Now.
“Fuck, Max!” she shouts, and her body tightens until I can barely push in and out. The pleasure is so intense that I nearly release, but I hold back, waiting until I feel her crest over the edge, the gush of her release wet around my cock. I push her farther, fucking her through the first tremors of her orgasm, before the pleasure is too much. My own desire too tight. I fist my knot, squeezing hard as I rut into my Omega, my thrusts tight and sharp, over and over until my release has filled her.
I gasp, panting above her. Carefully, I roll us together to lay on our sides. Our bodies are slick with sweat, Katie’s breasts sticking to my chest in a delicious tangle.
“Jesus, Max, if I knew you were that good, I would have fucked you sooner,” she breathes, her body languid as she rolls into my embrace.
I smile, kissing her gently. “That’s what happens when you get caught by an Alpha.” I nuzzle her nose, watching her eyelids flutter on the edge of sleep.
“Rest up because I plan on fucking you again in the tub, and maybe in the shower too.”
Her eyelids snap open, alarm reflecting back at me in her brown eyes. I laugh, pulling her closer until we are pressed together, my cock still wedged between her legs, her hips perfectly aligned with mine.
“I can be persuaded to let you rest a little first,” I smirk. “I’m not a total Alphahole.”
She swats me with a pillow, and we tumble together, laughing.