Page 72 of Alpha Games

I thought about it, and slowly nodded. It wouldn’t be so bad if I bossed him around and gave him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe I could teach the big, bad Alpha a thing or two.

Ranger leaned forward. His breath was a whisper against my ear. “Get on your knees then.”

You didn’t have to tell me twice.

I hopped off his lap. My knees hit the dirt between his spread thighs before he had the chance to scoot forward on the seat.

See? I could listen. I was a great student.

My heart thumped harder in anticipation as he took his time emptying our glasses and stacking them carefully next to the wine cooler. Then slowly–oh so slowly–he moved to his belt.

“I would have spent more time getting you ready.” Ranger tsked as he pulled the leather through each loop. “But you’re so eager to jump straight in.”

He laid the belt on the table. I was already drooling, waiting on pins and needles as he slid down his zipper.

“I have a feeling your appetite is bigger than your stomach,” he scolded as he reached his hand into his pants.

I licked my lips. “I can definitely eat.”

Ranger’s laugh was delicious enough to curl my toes. “You’re so pretty sitting there on your knees for me.”

My wolf preened at the praise. I was stuck somewhere between mortification at liking the sound of him giving me a good mark and the desire to earn a higher grade.

Then he pulled out his cock and all bets were off.Look at the girth of that thing.

I see it.My wolf panted.

In theory, this was a dream situation from most of the books I’d read. But there was the veryreal possibility it wasn’t even going to fit in my mouth, let alone anywhere else.

“Look at me.” Ranger grasped my chin, turning my face up so I was staring at the dark outline of a wolf shifter god with the moon high overhead. “I won’t punish you for being curious. Tell me your safe word and we’ll play a different game.”

Punishment? Ha. The joke was on him because I could totally do this.

I leaned closer, tasting the bead of precum that had gathered on the tip with a swipe of my tongue. I moaned in appreciation at the taste, feeling my chest well with pride as he cursed under his breath. Inhaling deeply, I sucked in the head and then about broke my jaw trying to open wide enough to swallow the rest of him.

Ranger sat perfectly still but his cock twitched, hitting the back of my throat and causing me to gag. My hands flew up to wrap around the base, forming a safety ring to protect my esophagus.

I was going to choke to death on dick.

There was a good chance I’d bitten off more than I could chew, but I’d gone too deep to back out now. I was going to suck this cock if it was the last thing I ever did.

Using my hands as a guide, I bobbed back down on the length and choked as I miscalculated the depth. Tears sprung to my eyes, but I wasn’t stopping. I swallowed hard and tried again.

I don’t think you’re doing it right. Just turn over and present.

Not helping!I gagged.

Ranger tilted my face with his dick still in it, holding me steady and giving me a breathing space as he stood from the chair. “Do you want to get throat fucked?”

The worst part was that I really did and I was doing this all wrong. A garbled affirmative came from my occupied mouth which he thankfully understood.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he commanded in that dark way that had my inner rebel crying. But the angle of me looking up positioned his length toward my throat and I understood.

He wrapped one hand around the back of my neck, gathering my hair at the base of my skull, and with the other hand he brushed away a stray tear that slipped down my cheek. “You’re even more beautiful with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

Ranger pried one of my hands away from the base of his shaft and placed it on his thigh. “Tap if you need to stop. Now exhale.”

I blew out my breath slowly, feeling my throat open as he slid deeper into my mouth. Ranger paused there a moment, letting me get used to the size of him, before he pulled out.

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