Page 7 of Alpha Jax

“You’re so fucking wet,” I murmur, reveling in the feel of her tight pussy around my finger and the ease with which it slides in and out of her. “That all for me, baby?”

“Yes,” she breathes, undulating her hips with my movements. “Now are you gonna fuck me or what?”

I chuckle softly, still working a finger in and out of her pussy, moving my thumb up to rub her hard little clit. “Why so impatient, doll? We’ve got all night.”

She lets out a frustrated little moan as I trace circles around her clit, arching her back off of the bed and grinding herself down over my hand.

“Besides,” I say, withdrawing my touch. I move to hook my thumbs in the waistband of her panties at her hips, dragging them down her thighs. “I’ve gotta taste you first.”

I feel a shudder roll through her at my words as I peel her panties off, tossing the tiny scrap of red fabric over my shoulder. Then I dive back down, spreading her thighs with my palms and laving my tongue down her slit.

“Fuck!” she gasps, burying her hands in my hair. “Fuck fuck fuck…”

I lap at her pussy, penetrating her with my tongue, nipping and sucking on her clit until she starts coming undone beneath me, whining, writhing, panting for release. I give it to her. Attaching my mouth to her sensitive little clit, I suck hard, thrusting my fingers inside of her, curving them up to seek out her G-spot. She tumbles over the edge of her orgasm, a wanton scream tearing from her mouth as her body shudders with her climax.

Oh yeah. I fucking did that.

I don’t stop working her pussy with my mouth and fingers until I’ve wrung every drop of pleasure out of her and she goes limp. Then I kiss my way up her body, taking my time, worshipping every inch of this goddess that still seems too beautiful to be real. I’ve always been a boob guy, and this girl has a perfect rack- full C’s or maybe even D’s- they spill out of my hands when I grab them.

Her own hands find my hair again and she weaves her fingers into the strands, tugging me upwards. I move where she wants me to go- she yanks my face up to hers, crushing her lips against mine, stealing my breath with another sizzling kiss. She wraps her legs around me, drawing me in closer, grinding her bare pussy against my achingly hard cock.

“Fuck me,” she whispers against my lips, and damnit I don’t need to be told again- I need to be inside of her like I need oxygen. I reach between our bodies to fist my dick, rubbing the smooth head against her clit to tease her a little before I line up with her entrance. Her fingernails score the skin of my back as I slide inside her tight channel, burying myself to the hilt.

I swear I almost come on the first thrust. Her pussy is exquisite, being inside of her is pure euphoria- if I died right now, I’d die a happy man. I have to collect myself for a second before I start pulling out slowly, plunging back in fast. Repeating that motion until I’m pounding hard, no shame, both of us panting and moaning and clutching onto one another. My hands squeeze her ass cheeks, holding her tight to me, while she’s got her legs wrapped around me in a vice grip, clawing at the backs of my shoulders with her hands.

When I start getting close, I change up our position- I drop her to the bed, throw her legs over to one side. Grasp her hip as I hammer into her from this angle, harder, deeper. Then she’s twisting onto her stomach, rising up on her knees, sticking her ass out for me to take her from behind. In that position, we both climax gloriously, and even though there’s no risk of getting her pregnant since we’re weeks away from the next full moon, I pull out and come all over her ass cheeks. By the time I’ve grabbed a washcloth and cleaned her up, we’re both ready to go again-gotta love that shifter stamina. She climbs on top and rides me like a fucking cowgirl, giving me an incredible view of her tits as she bounces on my dick.

We go at it for hours, and it’s primal and carnal and wild. When we’re both finally spent, we collapse onto the bed, breathless as we tangle together in the sheets. Almost automatically, I slide an arm around her waist, pulling her back to my front and holding her close.

“Tell me your name,” I growl into the shell of her ear, holding her prisoner in my arms. I know I agreed to one night, but I’m not sure I can let this girl go come morning.

She traces her fingertips over my forearm that’s circling her waist. “Tonight was perfect,” she whispers. “Let’s not ruin it with names or details.”

“C’mon…” I grumble in protest, but when she whispers “please?”, I can’t bring myself to press further. She just gave me an intense, mind-blowing night; the least I can do is honor her only request.

“Fine,” I sigh, burying my face in the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply. She still smells incredible, like strawberries and feminine florals with hints of vanilla. Her scent is intoxicating, and as I hold her in my arms, breathing her in, darkness seeps in and I start falling into what will be a deep, dreamless sleep.

And by morning, she’ll be gone.

CHAPTER FIVE

Quinn

I look up from the pint glass I’m filling from the tap, my heart stuttering as a tall blonde guy walks into the brewery.

Not him.

Damnit. I’ve had the same reaction every time a hot blonde guy has strolled through the doors of Cedar Ridge Brewery over the past week. That one-night stand with ‘sexy stranger’, as I’ve been referring to him, totally fucked me up; my head’s all over the place. Part of me is dying to run into him again, yet I’m slightly terrified that if I do, seeing each other in the light of day might ruin the well-preserved fantasy. And right now I’mlivingfor the memory of that night- it has been my go-to fantasy since.

I’ll never forget his face or the way he touched me or how all that hard muscle felt underneath my palms. Not to mention the intensity of his gaze as I came undone beneath him.Clay who?That jerk is like a distant memory now. He never touched me like my sexy stranger did, never made my body come alive like that. Clay’s a boy; that guy wasallman.

I jerk, startled, as I feel cold liquid hit my wrist. “Shit,” I hiss, pushing the tap back to stop the flow of the beer spilling out of the pint glass and onto my hand.

“What’s distracting you today?” Kyla asks teasingly, approaching me and tossing a bar towel my way.

I spill a little bit of the overflowing beer from the glass into the drain under the tap, picking up the towel and wiping off the pint glass before setting it down. “I’m not distracted,” I lie, wiping my hands.

I glance up at Kyla and she’s got her hands on her hips, staring me down.We both know I’m full of shit.

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