Page 52 of The Alpha's Seer
“This,” he rasps, tightening his grip on my pussy, “is mine. Let me show you who you belong to.”
Oh, my God.
My legs tremble when he spits into his hand, and I turn to see him massaging it into his dick. My eyes widen at the angry purple head staring back at me, but before I can say a word, he’s rubbing it against my entrance.
“Wait!” I beg, but Calix does not wait. I don’t know what I want him to wait for; I just want to be in control.
Calix reminds me I’m not. I’m so fucking out of control it’s laughable.
He thrusts into me in one swift movement, his hand tightening around my throat as he stills, my sore pussy protesting around his dick as it tries desperately to accommodate it.
Calix licks my cheek, and I turn to him, our mouths meeting in hot, feverish kisses. When he draws his hips back, I swear he’s impaling me with a tree trunk because I’ve never felt anything so big between my thighs.
“Fuck!” he hisses, slamming back into me as splintering pain rips through my core, followed by the most destructive pleasure I’ve ever experienced. The tightening of my airways means I’m focusing on breathing more than the destruction of my pussy, but his other hand grips my hip so hard it burns.
I’m fucking a werewolf!I panic, my hands clawing at the bark as I try to survive.
“You need to scream, mate,” Calix rasps, twisting my head so he can see my mouth. “Tell these wolves who you belong to.”
I want to tell him I can’t breathe, but I can’t speak. Thrust after thrust, he destroys me, not giving a damn about whether I’m enjoying it, even though I am.Despite the pain, a shuddering pleasure grows within my stomach, dancing through my swollen pussy lips and throbbing around his mammoth dick.
“My whore.”
Oh, God. I’ve read so many books where men speak dirty to their women but never?—
“Is it hurting, mate? Do you enjoy having your Alpha taking you like this for everyone to see?”
My Alpha?!
“I’m going to fill your pussy with so much cum you’re not going to go a week without sodden panties,” he grunts into my ear, his hands moving from my neck to my stomach, then my hips.
I fall forward, my fingers brushing the twigs and the dirt as he fucks me better than I’ve ever been fucked in my life. I can’t see through the tears of passion, pain, and utter fucking disbelief.
I’m fucking an animal!
Terror and desire overtake me, and I don’t know what to do with it—part of me wants to run, but another never wants him to stop.
That part wins.
“I love taking your dick,” I say, experimenting with the words I’ve only ever read in books. “You’re so big, you’re tearing me apart.”
“Iwilltear you apart!” Calix slaps my ass before picking up speed, and I wonder how the hell he’s managing to fuck me so fast I can’t see. My vision is blurry, my ears ring, and I can barely breathe. Pleasure cramps my insides, and I ride it, praying I’m going to get a release from a man’s touch rather than my own, but then he stops, pulling out of me so suddenly I almost scream.
I can’t stand on my jelly-like legs, but I twist to glare at him over my shoulder.
He’s not even breaking a sweat!
He stares at me with a grin so wicked I moan, falling to my hands and knees as he falls to his knees behind me.
“Are you sorry you said those things, sugar?” Calix croons, parting my legs and sliding his hand in to stroke what’s left of my pussy.
“Yes,” I half sob, angry and needy as he plays with me. “Please, Calix.”
“Hmm?” He sounds distracted, and then I feel him opening me up and his hot breath on my clit.
“Ohhh…” I moan as his tongue swirls around my fragile state, soothing and kissing softly.
“Ass up,” Calix commands gruffly, lifting me by my hips so my ass is in the air. “Palms flat.”
