Page 81 of Alpha Gray

Now that her pussy’s no longer wrapped around my cock, I feel my canines recede, my wolf slinking back.Thank fuck.

I can’t stop, though. I need to have her this way, every way. Still holding onto her hips, I spin Fallon around, dragging my hands up her belly to the band of her sports bra and yanking it off overhead. I toss it away, attaching my hands to her perfect little tits and kneading them roughly as I lean my head down over the top of hers.

“Put your hands on the wall, baby. Stick that ass out for me,” I mumble into her hair, and she instantly complies, slapping her hands up against the wall and arching her back, pressing her backside against me.

I’ll never get over how responsive she is. As stubborn as Fallon is in everything else, when we’re in the throes of passion, she’s always so eager, so willing. I had no clue she was a virgin when I took her back to the packhouse that night- she carries herself with such confidence I guess I just assumed she was experienced. That blowjob she gave me in my office definitely didn’t scream ‘virgin’. As shocked as I was, my wolf was fucking delighted that we were the first there. She’s magnificent- I’m still in disbelief that I had the immense privilege of being her first.

Fuck. I’m catching feelings. She’s too perfect- I want her to be mine and mine alone.

I fist my cock with one hand, placing the other on the small of Fallon’s back, pressing down gently to get her body in the right angle. Then I lean forward, dragging the head of my dick up and down her slit. I slide my other hand from her back to her hip, holding on as I thrust inside her pussy, spearing her with my erection to the hilt.

She takes my dick like a pro, gasping and pressing her ass back against me to take me deeper. I move both hands to her hips and start pounding into her hard, relentlessly, grunting my pleasure. I don’t think there’s any sensation in the world that could feel better than Fallon’s pussy does in this moment. My entire body’s on fire, aching for release.

I’m close-so close- and I want her to fall over the edge with me. I snake one hand around the front of her thigh, trailing it down to her sex, my fingers finding her sensitive little clit. I barely make contact before she crashes into another orgasm, her pussy clamping down on my dick. I let out a roar as I come, too, my release rocketing through me.

I’m still coming hard as I slide an arm up around Fallon’s waist, pulling her body back against mine. As her back collides with my chest, I grab her chin, turning her to face me as I lean my head over her shoulder, claiming her mouth again. She moans into my mouth and I swear it feels like I come for a second time, another wave of bliss rolling through me. Her post-coital kisses taste even sweeter, saccharine like honey.

When our climaxes subside, I slowly pull out of her, breaking the kiss momentarily to spin Fallon back around to face me. I crush my lips over hers again, her arms instantly twining around my neck, her soft tongue massaging mine.

I wish I could just carry her off to the packhouse, keep her all to myself. Spend every day finding new ways to make her writhe in pleasure while screaming my name. Reluctantly, I pull away from the kiss, staring down into her eyes while we’re both still panting.

“Damn, baby. You’re incredible,” I murmur.

A light blush forms on her cheeks and her lips tip up into the cutest little smile. I wish I could capture it in a photograph, see her like this every day- satiated and content and happy.

As quickly as it appears, though, it fades- Fallon slides her hands off of my shoulders, ducking under my arm and away from me to stoop down for her sports bra on the ground.

“I’ve gotta get back,” she breathes, shaking it off and pulling it on overhead. She adjusts the band, looking around for her shorts.

My wolf whines at her concealment of her gorgeous body. I just watch her for a moment as she locates her shorts, shaking them off, too, before she pulls them on. Only then do I find my own and step into them, tugging them up to rest on my hips.

“I’ll, uh… catch ya later,” Fallon says, adjusting her clothing and looking up at me through her eyelashes. As close as we were moments ago, it now feels a little awkward between us, like neither of us know what to say or do. We can’t just fall back in my bed and go to sleep. She gives me a funny little wave, turning to head to the door.

“Not so fast,” I growl, reaching out to catch her wrist and spinning her back into my chest. I bury my other hand in her hair, planting another kiss on her lips. There’s a sizzle of sensation as our lips meet again and I kiss her hard, wanting to make it last. With her, everything’s so indefinite- I never know when it’ll be our last kiss, so I’ve gotta make every one count.

She’s the first to pull away this time, pushing at my chest and grinning up at me.

“Off to bed, recruit,” I bark. I spin her around again, deliver a playful little slap to her ass. As usual, she darts me a sultry little glance over her shoulder on her way out the door.

After the door swings closed, I make my way back to the other side of the arena for my shirt that I discarded after practice. I’m riding a high after fucking Fallon senseless, but there’s a little nagging thought in the back of my head telling me to rein in my emotions, stop getting in so deep.

I almost fuckingmarkedher tonight. That’s never happened before, and honestly, it scares the shit out of me. I don’t know what it means or why it happened, and if I didn’t have better control of my wolf I might’ve bit down to mark her, embedding my scent under her skin-and then what?!She’d hate me forever for marking her before she has a chance to find her fated mate. I can’t take that choice away from her.

Therein lies the real problem. I’ve decided that Fallon’s mine, but I don’t think she’s made her mind up as to whether she wants to be.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

Fallon

“You know what time it is!” Jax shouts, grinning from ear to ear as he drops the crates of mesh scrimmage tanks in front of him on the practice field.

The excitement among the recruits is palpable. War games are always on Wednesdays, and since we’ve been working in teams all week, we’re doubly stoked for this round. We’ve learned a lot about one another over the past few days while running drills as a unit and we’ve already got a solid strategy for war games on lock.

“Come and get em!”

We practically trip over one another as we rush to the crate to grab our scrimmage vests, slipping them on over our clothing. I check my shoulder patches, make sure they’re securely fastened.

“Gold team with us!” Theo calls out, and I turn to see him and Gray standing together. Heck yeah, war gamesandGray as one of my team’s captains? Could this day get any better?

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