Page 28 of Unexpected Alpha's Claim

“Fine,” he whispered, his palms gliding up to my hips. Their tight grip should have warned me about his intentions, but it didn’t. Lost in a haze of arousal, I yelped when he jerked me up and off the cushion then spun me around to land on his lap. We tumbled onto the couch, his face now at the level of my chin. I squatted onto him, his will to worship my breasts blowing my mind.

“Ahhhhh…” I moaned, as the swollen head of his cock stroked my wet folds.

I leaned in, clutching the top of the cushion. His inches slipped in, stretching my insides and taking me to a heaven of pleasure. Halfway in, he pushed harder and then withdrew. That was the extent of his torture. I gasped in disappointment as an emptiness was left behind at his retreat. He held me up and off his cock for a moment, our eyes locked, then he let me drop onto him and slid into my core, my moisture coating the head of his shaft.

“You’re mine,” he grunted, looking with hungry eyes.

“Yes,” I admitted, bowing my head down. “I’m all yours.”

Those alluring lips didn’t allow me to think of anything else. I joined my mouth with his, the sensation of his big, stiff cock in my depths driving me wild. His hands squeezed my hips, our intense groans crashing together.

Once he was all the way in, he let go of my skin then in the next second his palms landed hard on my ass cheeks. The loud smack of skin on skin filled my ears a moment before the sting but it only made me moan harder.

He caught my upper lip between his teeth, but I wouldn’t let him take control. I swayed back and forth, captivating him in my desire. I felt every single inch of his throbbing cock inside me, my crotch bumping into his groin again and again.

“You’re so deep,” I moaned into his mouth, wave after wave of molten pleasure crashing against me.

He dug his nails into my flesh and squeezed with passion. My mouth fell open. I couldn’t keep up our kiss along witheverything else. All I could do was ride him faster and faster, racing to our inevitable climax. Within moments, my orgasm hit with a ferocious force that left my whole body shaking.

Moaning in heavenly delight, I stilled my hips, enjoying the intense spasms of my pussy. A swift withdrawal led him out of my soaking-wet womanhood. A grimace of intense pleasure came over his face as Raul reached a powerful orgasm. His groans drowning out the sounds of my own satisfaction. I gently kissed his cheek and lifted my hands to his face, surrendering myself to the afterglow.

“I’m… uh… speechless,” I purred breathlessly remaining in his embrace and laying my head on his shoulder. “Everything. All of this. Tonight has been wonderful. Our date, the lake, the sex…”

“I couldn’t agree more,” he said, his voice tender as he wrapped himself around me. Then he grinned. “Things can get better, though. Stick around. I’ll show you what I mean.”

“I will.”

After uttering my last two words, I chose silence. At last, I’d had what had been eluding me for almost two weeks. No longer was he having second thoughts about us, and I wasn’t either. It was clear that he was determined to keep me in his life, no matter the cost.

There was danger, but I wasn’t going to trouble my mind with that. At least not now. This was our first night together. There was no room for negativity or unpleasant thoughts in it. There was only room for Raul’s and my needs.

19

RAUL

My night with Monica flew by. Hours and hours of sex, broken up by a little chatting and cuddling while we both recharged before going at it again. It was a blast. We had been given the opportunity to be with each other, and we made every minute count. I couldn’t have wished for a better first night with her.

Alas, the unfinished business with my pack was bound to interfere. Shifters started their day early. By six o’clock, the whole town would be up and going about their daily chores. That meant that she had to be gone earlier.

I hated that I couldn’t wake up with her beside me. Her body wouldn’t be able to warm up the sheets that had been cold for months. Regardless of my feelings, there was no choice, and I did the right thing. I drove her to her place and waited for her to get ready and leave for work. I knew the chances of her being targeted at the crack of dawn were minimal, but I wasn’t going to risk it.

I was in a great mood, especially for a Monday. I never liked that particular day. The beginning of the week was difficult forme and my brothers. A lot of times Ray would still be hungover, leaving Sammy and me to do most of the work. This time, I was the one who couldn’t do much.

It wasn’t due to intoxication. It was sheer exhaustion. Even double doses of caffeine, my usual remedy, didn’t work. Predictably, Sam and Ray wanted to know the reason behind my tiredness. I didn’t mind revealing it to Sam. After all, he was the one who had seen me and Monica out in our front yard the night before.

Ray? Not so much. I loved my kid brother. He was one, loud bastard, but he was still my brother. Telling him that I had spent the night with a human would only invite crude, off-color jokes and a serious amount of ridiculous innuendos.

In order to get them both off my back, I decided to do the next best thing. I suggested going out for drinks atKayleigh’s, our favorite bar. Run by humans, it appealed less to our kind. Most shifters preferredJoe’s, which was in the heart of Dawson. In there, the crowd of shifters could be as loud and rowdy as they liked. But my brothers and I were sick and tired of their demeanor and attitudes. We had lost interest in that place a long time ago. They readily agreed. It’s not like we were getting much done in the way of work anyway.

Light fixtures onKayleigh’swalls shed their dim light across the barroom. Over the bar, a bigger row of flood lights illuminated rows upon rows of bottles, along with Sarah, the barmaid. In the left corner on that wall hung a large poster of the one and only Jimi Hendrix, his eyes shut as he sang into the microphone.

“I havegotto get me one of those,” Ray said as the three of us took seats at the bar.

“This is getting old, kid,” Sam protested. “I mean, you say that every time we walk in here, and guess what. You still haven’t bought a Jimi Hendrix poster.”

“I will, first thing in the morning,” he said as he gestured to get Sarah’s attention.

“Hey, boys,” she greeted us with a friendly smile. “What can I get you?”

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