Page 57 of Alpha Varsity

Mine, my wolf roars.

I ignore the fact that it’s not true, dragging her closer by her legs, flipping her to her back, and spreading her wide. I lick into her at the same time I pinch both of her nipples.

She cries out in shock then moans her assent. I delve my tongue between her soft folds, exploring aggressively, fucking her with my tongue, sucking her labia into my mouth.

There’s nothing nuanced about eating her. I’m consuming my mate like she’s my last meal. Like if I don’t make her come in the next instant, our lives will be over.

Her hips writhe and wiggle, legs squeeze around my shoulders. I continue to pinch and pull at her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, then squeezing her breasts roughly.

“Asher, please.”

I love it when she begs.

“Please, I can’t take it.”

I stop sucking her clit and lift my head. “You can and you will.” I flick my tongue over the swollen nub.

She whimpers. “Please,Asher. I need you inside me.”

“You will come on my tongue first. Then you’ll come all over my dick. Then I’m going to come in your ass.”

That’s all it takes–my beautiful mate comes from my words alone. Her ass squeezes tight, and her hips jack off the bedspread, thrusting her dripping cunt against my face. I cradle her ass in my hands and put my entire mouth overher, sucking as her muscles squeeze and pulse against my tongue.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmur between licks. “You taste so sweet when you come all over my tongue.”

Lotta goes feral, sitting up and tackling me to my back. She straddles my waist and catches my sizable erection. I groan at the contact, my balls already drawing up to come.

But I force myself to relax. I want more than a frenzied fuck tonight.

I want Lotta.

All of her.

She lifts her hips up and lowers herself onto my cock, eyes rolling up in her head with a moan.

I take her hips but don’t guide her yet. I want to feel her gyrations. Learn the dance she does when I let her follow her own pleasure.

She settles, taking me even deeper, panting. Her eyes glow green. She’s so exquisite, with her dark, thick hair cascading over her shoulders, the curve of her cheekbones set off by the flush of color in her face.

One rock of her hips, and my cock surges even longer.

I tighten my grip on her hips but still don’t take over. I let her savor the control, seek her pleasure. Her hands drop to my shoulders, her long hair tickling my chest. She slides forward and back over my root. She’s slick as fuck, her juices leaking down my balls.

“Show me how well you ride my cock,” I growl.

Her nails score my skin as she picks up speed. She finds an internal ridge she likes the head of my cock to rub against and grinds there. Her short, quick strokes wind the coil of sexual tension tighter and tighter, but I force myself to holdoff.

I have plans for her ass tonight. I force air in through my nostrils and exhale through my teeth.

“Come on my cock, baby. Show me how much you like to ride it.”

Lotta’s moan has a wild timbre. I distract myself from the need building in my balls by watching Lotta’s pleasure grow and bloom.

She loses herself, throwing her head and tits to the sky and shifting her grip to my thighs behind her. She’s a goddess, breasts bouncing, back arching, as she rocks forward and back over my cock.

Her breath grows frantic. She switches her grip back to my chest, taking me deep as she gyrates over my dick.

I lick the pad of my thumb. “Go ahead. Show me how you grip my cock when you come.” I bring my thumb to her clit and press.

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