Page 51 of The Alpha's Seer
I smirk. “Well, I don't see you naked, sugar.”
My dick is solid, ready to sink into her at any moment, but I'm trying to remain as gentlemanly as possible. My wolf wants her, though. The carnal need to fuck her is becoming impossible to live with.
Blair's fingers go still at her chin; she takes a breath that isn't quite a tremor. For the first time, she doesn't look like the frightened girl from the street—she's thinking.
“I should be terrified,” she says, voice tight but steady, “but when I'm with you… it feels different. I'm not cornered. I'm not powerless.”
She swallows and looks down for a second, like she's listening to something only she can hear. “My sight keeps tugging at me, Calix. It says this matters—thatyoumatter. And if I can’t trust you yet, I have to trust myself. I have to trust the gift.”
I grit my teeth because I know what it costs her to say that. She isn’t handing me blind trust—she’s staking it on the one thing she can’t ignore. “Then trust it—and let me prove it right.”
She blinks, then, as if the weight of her confession is too much to sit in, she flips the script with a smirk, daring me to rise to it.
“If I'm not marked,” Blair says sweetly, tapping her chin. “Does that mean I'm available to other wolves?”
I don't know what she is expecting to gain with that comment, but I doubt it's my hand around her throat, dragging her onto my lap as she gasps. I slam her onto me, my hands digging into her hips, forcing her to feel my dick against her sweet cunt. She rolls her hips, and I almost rip her clothes from her body.
“You're not fucking available toanyone,” I snarl, snatching her shirt from her body.
Blair yelps as her tits are exposed, and I waste no time in dragging her nipple into my mouth, devouring it before moving on to the other.
“Calix,” Blair moans, her mouth crushing mine as our tongues fight furiously for dominance.
Does she really think she's going to win?
I pull on her pants, the button flying off as I almost rip them in two.
“Wait!” Blair panics, wriggling her hips so she can get one leg out.
I yank it from her slender leg and drag her back to me, aware only the thinnest fabric stands between my dick and its dessert.Her arousal hits me hard; the musky scent of her cunt is enough to drive me insane.
“Can you smell me?” Blair gasps as I slap her ass, pinching it hard until she yelps.
“Yes,” I growl, getting pissed off with the tight space. But Blair isn't content with me tearing her clothes off and grinding against me.
“Can the other wolves?”
Her eyes glint as she smirks, and I throw open the truck door, hauling her over my shoulder as I do. There are wolves on patrol not far from here, but I don't give a fuck. Let them hear her screams as I remind her who she belongs to.
Let's see if she's still smirking in a minute.
Chapter Twenty-Two
BLAIR
Calix has lost his mind, and I love it.
He’s running—yes,running—with me over his shoulder, intending to fuck me to death, and I can’t wait.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I can’t stop thinking about his dick, or his lips—anything on this man turns me into a wet mess. So I wound him up about other men—and boy, was it worth it.
He drops me to my feet, chest heaving as he shoves me against a tree.
“Calix! I’mnaked!” I shriek as he breathes on me through his nose, his eyes glowing in the darkness.
“Just how I like you,” he grunts, spinning me around and dragging my ass to him. “You asked about other wolves smelling your cunt, right?”
He smacks my legs apart, and heat surges through me, making my pussy lips throb. I let out a moan as he cups my mound, his other hand wrapping around my throat as he pulls me upright, back to chest.
