Page 52 of Sold to the Alpha Wolf

I reached up, stroking across his face. The rumble got louder, and my eyes lulled closed as his scent flared around me. Jet was truly enormous as a wolf. He could tear me to pieces in an instant—but I knew he wouldn’t.

He nipped playfully, gently at my fingers before sniffing down my body until his nose was right at my lower belly. Jet, this wolf part of him, nuzzled into the flesh there, nudging me. I could feel our intense connection blooming brightly. Even like this, he was mine, and I was his. But this part of him had yet to truly meet me—or the baby.

“Yes, all yours, too.”

He nosed deeper, rubbing across the seam of my thick leggings. That rumbling sound vibrated through me to my core, and it just got deeper, hungrier. Jet rubbed harder, working me through my pants, and then his tongue swept across me. I was so damned wet for the feeling of how much he wanted me, that arousal soaring through our bond.

I moaned, low and desperate. In a flash, my hands went to the waistband of my pants. I didn’t care if it would be freezing. I needed my Jet, my alpha.

As soon as my skin was bared to him, Jet’s tongue lapped up through my slit. It jolted me in a frenzied current, and I felt his paws go to my thighs, and they shifted back into hands. His claws remained, however, and I reeled at the delicious feeling of him controlling my legs so powerfully.

“Fucking hell, Omega.”

Jet’s human face peered up from between my thighs, his teeth still pointed in fangs in this partial shift.

“Please, Jet. Please.”

I mewled out the words as his tongue went back between my folds, licking and twirling and thrusting me right to the edge of an orgasm.

His efforts soared higher, and in moments, I was coming against his tongue. He roared through my veins, and then I was flung around on my hands and knees. Jet’s thick erection pressed into me hard and fast, and we both cried out into the frosty pines.

“Come, little Omega. Come for me again.”

Jet gripped my hips hard, rutting into me as if I was still in heat, and for a second, I almost missed the way it had felt when he’d claimed me during those frantic hours. But the truth was, even without the added hormones, Jet made my body soar, driving me to a passion I’d never known or dared to imagine.

The points of his claws pricked my skin, just a hair, and the tiny sensations buzzed through my nerves, landing straight in my clit. I fucked back against Jet’s thick cock, thrusting myself down his shaft as he pushed forward. I was close, so damn close to coming again.

“Jet, oh, fuck…”

He slid his hand up my spine, finding the long trails of my hair and pulling me up toward him. His chest collided with my back as I reared up, driving him deeper.

“Fuck!”

“That’s it, sweetness. So fucking good.”

His thrusts were powerful, his hand snaking down my belly to my slippery slit. He rubbed briskly across my clit, and I clenched down around him, pulling him in. It was so damn good, and my mind scrambled, freed, even if momentarily, from the grip of worry and fear that dogged me constantly.

Jet’s cock shoved deeper, reaching my apex, and I circled my hips, grinding myself against his blunt head. The lick of pain from his shaft’s assault was perfect, working with the growing pleasure to make my entire body hum with arousal.

With a hungry shove, Jet tipped my head to the side, his tongue dancing over the healed claim mark. My body short-circuited as the ecstasy reached higher into the canopies of the wintergreen leaves.

Then his fangs scratched through the mark, and I came right then and there.

“Jet!”

I squeezed around his shaft, tumbling over the edge endlessly as he lapped up the tiny trickle of blood from my neck. His lick sped the healing as he pummeled into me, and he yanked me down onto his lap with another hard shove.

“Ugh,” he grunted low, and then the warmth of his spending filled my pussy completely.

The pulse of his shaft within me drew out another wave of pleasure, and Jet emptied everything he had into my womb. Perfection.

Chapter 22 - Jet

Senna was completely blissed out and exhausted by the time we were able to get dressed and start back for the house. I shifted once more into wolf form to carry her home, having her grab my clothes so that I could at least change once we were inside.

The world was full of stimuli and information from everywhere in this form. I scented the wind, zeroing in on any new scents as we leisurely walked back. I knew my mate’s vision was trying to tell us something, and being on alert at all times was a priority—with one very necessary distraction.

She was by no means heavy for me in any form, but carrying Senna like this was laughable for how easy it was. She snuggled her legs behind my front quarter, stroking at my fur absently.

---