Page 40 of The Alpha's Heir

“I will approach the werewolves tomorrow. Salma has an in with the Alpha on a more personal level.” My brother and cousin laugh at me, and make insinuations that Salma had a werewolf boyfriend before we married.

My fist connects with my cousin’s temple, and I try to scramble over him to punch Matteo too, but he quickly dives under the table while he laughs at my attempts.

“Do not speak about my WIFE like that, you pair of assholes.”

“ENOUGH! Will you lot pack it in? You’re all fucking grown men, will you act like it? Senseless, the lot of you. Jose’s murderer is still out there. If they can take him out, they can take us all. So, stop fighting amongst yourselves and think!” My father is not usually a man of many words. I hadn’t realised until now how much his associate’s death has affected him.

I sit back down in my seat and dump ice into a napkin, and place it on my knuckles that are already swelling. “Dad, I’m sorry. You know this is important to me. It's my wife that is in direct danger here. I know the Alpha of the Onyx River pack because Sal’s friend is now… shacked up with him. We worked together a couple of months back. He’s sound, he can be discreet, and he’ll have a way of finding any wolves in the Moon Stone pack that fits the description and have the initials JR. Sal wants to visit her friend anyway, and this will be the perfect opportunity to speak to him about it.”

My father nods to me. “Thank you, Ale. You have really stepped up for your wife and your family. Matteo and Edouard could learn a thing or two from you. It's admirable that you wanted to defend your wife’s honour, but let's remain focused on what is important here. We need to find that slut Dominga and this JR. That’s all that is important, because until we have them, your wife and the whole family will always be in danger.”

“I will report what I find tomorrow night. I’m going home to Sal.” My father stands too; we are going to the same place, so we may as well share the ride.

Before we leave, my brother pulls me to one side. “Ale, we were just joking. I’m sorry, little brother. You know I respect Salma.” I accept his apology. After all, I am embarrassed when I recall that I have also made fun of his wife in the past.

It is way past 2am when I finally climb into bed with Salma. She is already asleep in the stuffy bedroom at my parents' home. She is warm and snuggles into me as soon as I lay next to her. God above, how I love her. I kiss her head and within moments she runs her hands over my chest and down across my abs.

“Did you hit the gym?” she asks, her voice full of sleep.

“Yeah, I did,” I reply as I pulled her closer to me. I turn her face to mine and kiss her. Our tongues dance as they explore one another. I grope her left breast through her pretty silk pyjamas which are grand purple and lavender in colour. Sal has the distinct smell of a woman. She always did. As I kiss her stiffened nipple through the silky material, I realise that it tastes like the woman who sleeps in it. It tastes like perfection.

Salma’s lips kiss my chest, and she moves further down so she may wrap her tongue around my hardening cock. There is nothing more appealing than when Salma sucks on my cock with her beautiful mouth. Her lips are as red as ripened cherries, and as she sweeps her little pink tongue over my tip, I feel ready to explode. She grabs my balls and deepthroats me until I can no longer hold back, and I swear loudly as I cum in her mouth and down her throat.

I pull her back up to kiss her again and smile because her moans of protest are muffled as I kiss her even more. “Did you work out on this too?” she asks playfully as she strokes my now satisfied member.

“Oh no, he gets enough of a workout from you.” I tell her with a smile. I pull her in tight to me and she kisses me again. While she’s distracted, I lazily slip my hand down her body and find her pussy that is waiting for me to explore. It's already soaking and ready for me.

Lightly, I run my fingers up her slit and find her hard clit and graze the tip of my finger over it teasingly. Salma's back arches as she tries to push her pussy against my hand.

I press her back against the bed and trail sweet little kisses on every millimetre of her magnificent body. I reach her pussy and slowly glide my tongue up her soft wet lips, tantalisingly lingering on her clit. She wants more and pulls my head deeper into her pussy. With my hands on her hips, I rock her pussy up close to my mouth, creating a rhythm of pleasure for my girl.

My tongue greedily licks her lips until she starts to quiver. I spread her lips wider so I can brush her exposed clit with my thumb. Salma’s moaning gets louder as her pussy thrashes up against my hungry mouth. When her thighs start to tense, I push my tongue deep into her. This is all my Sal needs to cum in my mouth, she is moaning and shaking as her pussy pulsates against my tongue.

"Oh shit, Ale!" she moans as her whole body shakes with her orgasm.

"That's it, Chula, cum in my mouth," I murmur against her glistening mound before peppering her engorged clit once more with random flicks of my rough tongue.

I watch her splinter apart once again, her warm juices flooding my mouth and sliding down my throat. I lick her pussy until she relaxes and gently suck her clit as her breathing calms. Her hand rests on the back of my head. When she is sufficiently relaxed, she pushes me away and sits up. I feel her climb over me and I raise my head to see what she is doing.

She kisses me as her hand wraps around my cock. Her lips kiss me, and it is as if she is tasting herself. The sensation makes me moan and I feel her body start to move on mine. I opened my eyes wider to see her naked body dance above me, her long dark hair cascading down her back.

I slowly move my hands up her thighs and over her hips, guiding her and then thrusting up deep inside her. I pull her down to meet my mouth. “I’m hungry again, Chula, let me eat your sweet pussy one more time.” Her eyes darken with desire. “Come on, mi amor, make your husband happy and sit on my face.”

As always, my Sal doesn’t disappoint me. She lifts herself off my cock and I surprise her by turning her around. I help her lower herself onto my face and I take one long languid lick up her drenched slit and smile as she writhes in pleasure. I know she is getting close again. Her legs begin to stiffen and her jarring movements demand more from my mouth as she rubs her core roughly against my mouth and prickly day-old stubble.

She places one of her hands on her breast and starts to massage it herself, lingering over her erect nipple. She loves to pinch them, and I want to taste them.

I love to watch her as she plays with herself and so I flip her over, so she lands on her back again. I guide her other hand to her right breast and before I can get back to her to feast again, her body convulses and this time she moans long and hard.

What a fucking feeling.

When I look up at Sal, she is looking down at me with the most beautiful expression, her mouth open, her lips wet and swollen from my kisses, her cheeks flushed, her eyes half-lidded with desire and her full breasts heaving for air. I feel a response deep in my groin and I'm hard again. I'm fucking hard again, and I'm going to fuck her like she's never been fucked before.

“Get on your knees,” I command her. She does so willingly. She has never resisted my orders.

I sit on the edge of the bed, my ass on my heels, my erect cock pointing to the ceiling, demanding to be inside of this beautiful woman. Salma looks down at me with a sexy look on her face, her eyes full of want.

“I want to watch you ride my cock,” I tell her, my voice low and gruff with desire.

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