Page 53 of The Alpha's Seer
The front of my thighs are resting on his shoulders, and my cheeks flush when he buries his face into my pussy.
“Oh, Calix!” I moan, my palms smashed against fuck knows what as he eats me.
His lips kiss and caress every sore part while his tongue slides around like it knows its way and it’s home. He sucks and probes his delectable tongue into me, and I shake beneath him, moaning his name over and over as my hips buck against him. I can hear how wet I am; my juices must be running down his cheeks.
If anyone saw us like this… Calix on his knees, with his dick covered in my slick pussy juice while he eats me out while I’m face down.
I wish I could see it.
My nipples graze the ground, and I gasp, strangely aroused by the debris touching my chest on the ground.
“Cum for me. Cum for your mate.” Calix has no idea what his voice sounds like from inside me, but fuck, it does something to me.
Calix growls, triggering something to break free from my soul, and I scream and shudder as my orgasm ruins me.
I’m spent and weak, and I’m still murmuring his name when he lifts me into his arms, walking back to his truck to grab a blanket. He wraps it around me, moving me like I’m a doll—weightless—and then kisses my head.
“Sleep, my beautiful mate,” he gives one last command, but my body doesn’t need to hear it to obey.
I’m wrecked.
Chapter Twenty-Three
BLAIR
Fire. It surrounds the lake, and screams of agony pierce the air, the stench of flesh and fur violating my senses. I can't breathe.
“Calix!” I scream, taking the hit on my throat as the smoke assaults me. But I need Calix. Where is he?
“Blair!”
I hear him!I can't see through the thick smoke, but I blindly move toward the sound of his voice, tears burning as they stream down my cheeks.
I can't yell again. I bury my nose in the sleeve of my jacket and try to breathe, but it hurts.
I stumble on something, my hands plunging into wet fur as someone moans beneath me.
Oh God, it's an injured wolf!
I try to apologize, but suddenly bony fingers grip my arms, dragging me to my feet before I'm pulled away.
Someone is saving me! Is it Calix?
No.
Calix wouldn't hurt me like this. I try to fight, but a hand grips my neck, squeezing what air I have, choking me.
The air clears slightly, and I'm thrown to the ground, cutting my hands when I sprawl awkwardly over the stones and twigs.
Black boots come to a stop in front of me as I gasp and choke, wheezing as I roll onto my back.
A man stares down at me with a wolfish grin, and he pats his crotch.
“My men are going to impregnate the Seer.”
“No!” I scream...
“Blair! Blair, it's me,” Calix soothes, his muscular arms sliding around me as I thrash like crazy. “You're in bed. You're safe; you're with me.”
