Chapter 5 Willing Prey
Chapter five
Willing Prey
“You’re crazy.” Even as I say it, I’m already walking closer. I mean, can you blame me?
She laughs. “Possibly. But I also know what I want.”
“You’re seducing me.”
“Does that mean it’s working?”
It’s my turn to laugh. “You may be crazy, but you’re smoking hot.
God damn.” I let my head tilt with my gaze, not hiding the way I rake my eyes over her curves, down from her perfect breasts to her waist, to where the swell of her hips gives way to a round ass and thick thighs I wouldn’t mind having wrapped around my head.
A low growl rumbles from deep in my chest.
She smiles in response, as if gathering I like what I see.
It’s not too late. I should put a stop to this. I should go out that door—
But she just kneels on my bed, gazing up across the room at me with wide eyes that for some reason only make my cock harder. Fuck. She looks so submissive sitting like that. I shouldn’t like it so much, but I do.
Damn it all, I do.
It must be my stupid alpha instincts. Her pose, her expression, the helpless way she’s presenting herself to me, it’s all exactly what I’ve been craving even though I’ve tried to fight it all these years.
I don’t want to be an alphahole.
But here I am.
And she seems to want it.
“I hope you know what you’re doing,” I mutter, taking another step closer. And I don’t know if I’m really talking to her, or to me.
She just smiles. “Oh, I definitely do.”
“Do you?” I narrow my gaze at her, pacing closer, not daring to get within arms’ length. Who knows what I’ll do if I let loose. I’m a predator.
She’s the prey.
Willing prey, but still prey.
She laces her hands behind her back, sitting up straighter to press her breasts out further, and something in me snaps. The command that echoes from my lungs is more alpha than my own: “Hands and knees, human.”
She obeys instantly, dropping to the edge of the bed with her perfect, round ass lifted.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t.
I pivot, intending to walk away, but my instincts are too strong. The scent of her need fills the room, a sweet musk I can’t live without. I need her.
I grab her pants, intending to simply pull them off, but both pants and panties tear at once.
She gasps, but her gasp melts into a moan as I growl a wordless command, forcing her forward and spreading her legs as I bury my face in her hot pussy.
“Ahhh!” she moans as my tongue finds her clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive spot. Instinct takes over and I suck the sensitive nub, massaging circles across it with my tongue until she moans again.
Her body slackens as she relaxes, moaning louder, melting further face-down into the mattress.
She’s still whimpering when I pull away. “Please,” she whispers, twisting to look back at me. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
“You’re not giving the orders here,” I bark, sounding angrier than I am.
It’s that damn alpha blood, my commanding need rumbling through every word.
“But there’s something you better understand, human.
If we do this, I can’t promise what’ll happen.
There’s no safe words in a rut. Hell, once we start for real, there is no stopping. There’s no gentle. Got it?”
To my surprise, she moans at that. “I understand, so please! Do I have to beg?”
She’s a little crazy. That’s the only explanation.
And I love it.
Growling, I unzip my pants, throwing off my shirt. My cock is so hard it hurts, and she gasps softly as I press the raw head against her tight, hot entrance.
“Please, take me,” she begs without me even asking, twisting to gaze up at me with those wide, dark eyes. “Please.”
God. Damn.
Heat rages through every damn inch of me, cock throbbing as her soft warmth caresses the opening. I don’t know what’s hotter—hearing her beg for it, or the feeling of her sweet, tight warmth wrapping around me.
I should go slowly. I’m vaguely aware of that, but my rut is taking over, a relentless desire I can’t control.
With one hand, I pinch her right nipple between two fingers, loving how she moans as I tug and twist, forcing the head of my cock deeper into her tight little pussy at the same time.
My other hand finds the back of her neck, pinning her in place as I sheathe my hard shaft deep into her tight pussy with an echoing growl.
She moans, gasping, pushing back further so I bottom out against her as I ride in and out on long strokes, taking everything in my power to go slowly.
When I sense she’s getting close, I stop, pulling all the way back out until only the tip is still inside and flip her around beneath me.
“Don’t stop,” she whines, gazing up into my eyes. “Please don’t stop, my sexy shifter.”
A smirk twitches at my lips. “You’re cute when you think you’re in control.”
I want more than anything to bury myself balls deep back inside her, but I hold back, forcing myself to wait. I want this moment to last.
Instead, I suck her nipples through her little shirt, making the fabric so wet, it turns translucent.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, pulling back to look at her.
“You’re fucking beautiful. Look at you with your slutty little shirt and your perfect tits spilling out and your tight little pussy so soaked and hungry for my cock.
I’m going to fill you up and cum deep inside you.
I’ll fill you with my cum over and over again until—fuck.
” I can’t resist. I’d been trying to wait, but I slide all the way back into her tight pussy in one powerful stroke.
She throws her head back, unleashing a moan that echoes deep inside my bones.
“Do you trust me?” I growl into her neck, not sure what the hell I’m asking of her. I’m all instinct now. I couldn’t stop if I tried.
She whimpers breathily, her voice ragged when she whispers, “Yes.”
I let out a low laugh, half-growl. “Well, you shouldn’t.”
She moans again in response as I push further into her, her tight little pussy stretching to accommodate my girth. I should stop.
I’m going to hurt her. She’s only human. She has no idea what’s about to happen.
But she just moans louder.