Page 91 of Mate to the Alpha Predator

Long and extra-thick he jutted proudly infront of her, visible veins trailing from the head to the root. And big. Very big.

He is... beautiful.

Beautiful...and oh-so-scary.

Suddenly, she was more than thankful to Alphose for his warnings and instructions. There is just no way THIS is fitting inside her. And—

He thrust forward, Ismena instinctively opened her mouth very wide to recieve him. His hard turgid flesh pushed past her lips and a growl tore from him.

Her lips was stretched wide, her eyes burned and watered, but she clamped her mouth around him and sucked, tasting him for the first time. He tasted earthly salt and male, and she wanted more.

"Mmh..." He groaned, before tangling his hand through her head to hold her in place.

Her mouth covered the thick head, stretching over it, sucking him inside as her tongue began to rub, stroke and tease the ultra-sensitive, hard throb of flesh just beneath the hooded crown.

The throttled, animalistic growl that tore from his throat again had her womb clenching, her sex flooding with moisture and heat. Suddenly, Ismena realized the power she has over this man.

The man within have always had control, but now...here, she might be the one kneeling but she holds all the power. It helped ease the overwhelming fear. She reveled in it.

"Oh yeah," he moaned as her tongue rimmed beneath the flared head, stroking and probing, learning every curve and rise of his straining flesh. “More.”

He flexed his hips, pushing his flesh farther into her mouth. Her moan vibrated around it, her fingers tightening as her tongue flattened and stroked what she could of his swollen cock.

His eyes glazed over the more. Green was there, but amber and blue shone brighter in that ocean that is his eyes.

“Yes.” He snarled, heat building on his skin as snaking fingers of pleasure wrapped around his cock and the tightened sac beneath it. Tingles of sensation chased up his spine, enclosing his scalp with static sensitivity.

He groaned weakly as her lips dragged back up the small amount of flesh she held in her mouth, caressing over the head then leaving it entirely as her tongue swirled over the tip. Wolfariane pushed up to her mouth, groaning as if with the need to have her mouth envelop him again.

The more she did, the easier it became until Ismena was completely relaxed and sensually lapping the precum from his thick flesh, moaning low on her throat at the aphrodisiac taste of him.

Her teeth scraped gently, adding a sharper sensation, but no less pleasurable before her tongue laved over it again.

At the overwhelming sensation she gave him, the mountain lion barked in defeat and retreated to the deepest part of his mind, hating the pleasure and hating the specie giving it to him.

With that part of him retreating, Wolfariane was able to achieve a semblance of calmness for the first time. His claws retracted and his hand tightened in her hair.

“Suck it.” The hard growl accompanied the slow slide of his enlarged flesh back in her mouth.

She enclosed it firmly, willingly, straining to take a major size of him into her mouth but moaning at the same time. The sound echoed around the portion of his erection trapped within her mouth, causing the entire shaft to pulse.

Slicing shards of pleasure shot into his balls as the muscles of his abdomen clenched in spasmodic reaction. Sweet heavens.

He fucked into her mouth, holding her hair in a firm grip, relishing the snug drag of her lips, the flickering whip of her tongue. And all the while he watched her. Stared at her eyes darken, her cheeks hollowing out, her lips sliding over his díck.

"Oh yeah. There you go." he groaned as he rocked slowly back and forth, every muscle in his body tightening as he fought his release. "Suck it. Suck it deeper."

Her tongue flattened further along him, rasping tissue so sensitive he wanted to roar with the pleasure of it. He pushed back, filling her mouth, breaching past her barrier of comfort in taking him.

Her moan of protest filled the air as he slid too far, but he didn't pull back. She gagged. He did not relent.

She could take more. He knew she could. Heavens help him, he needed her to.

"Breathe through your nose. Relax." He ordered roughly, staring down into her wide eyes filled with fear and excitement gauging if it was fear or excitement lighting them.

He felt the hot depths of her mouth relax marginally, her tongue losing a bit of its desperate tension. "Yesss," he hissed in pleasure. "You can take more, Ismena. Just relax. Relax."

Her name on his lips did it for her. Ismena relaxed completely, knowing that she has him.

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