Page 11 of Whisper of an Alpha
Without a word, he steps closer, invading my personal space until there’s barely an inch between us. I can feel the heat radiating off him, a magnetic pull that draws me in. And then, asif the universe has finally decided to set us free, our lips collide in a kiss that ignites everything inside me.
It’s wild and passionate, a whirlwind of emotions and desires that we’ve both kept hidden for too long it seems. My body responds instinctively, melting against him as his hands cradle my face, his touch igniting sparks that travel from my lips down to my toes. I lose myself in him, in the taste of his mouth, his tongue roughly stroking mine, the way he pulls me closer to his sculpted pecs and cut abs, deepening the kiss until the world outside our suite fades into nothingness.
Wyatt's hands slide down my arms, tracing the curves of my body until they rest on my plump waist, pulling me against him. I can feel his heart beating in sync with mine, both of us caught in this moment where nothing else matters. It’s intoxicating, and I want more. The huge bulge in the front of his pants is unmistakable as it presses against my belly.
“Octavia,” he breathes against my lips, his voice low and husky, and I shiver at the sound. “You feel so good in my arms, baby.”
I can’t respond, not with words. Instead, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as I kiss him again, desperate and needy. I jump to wrap my legs around his waist and he catches me, like I knew he would. The kiss deepens, and I can feel his warmth enveloping me, his hands roaming over my ass, fingers splayed wide as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of me, squeezing to the point I know there will be finger shaped bruises tomorrow.
But then, as our kisses grow more fervent, I feel a shift in the air—a realization that sends a jolt of panic through me. I’m a virgin. The thought hits me like a shockwave, and I pull back, breathless and wide-eyed.
Wyatt’s brow furrows in concern as he senses my hesitation. “What’s wrong?”
“I—I need to tell you something,” I stammer, my cheeks flushing. But the primal need surges within me, my wolf instincts kicking in. I look into his eyes, and I know I want him. I need him.
I slam my lips against his once more and lose myself in Wyatt. I never really expected him. Sometimes people sneak up on you then suddenly you don’t know how you ever existed without them.
We are each pulling at clothes, trying to see who can get each other naked the fastest, almost like a kinky game neither of us were planning on. The last to go is my black lace thong and he just stares for a moment. Like time is suspended. Wyatt snaps back and carries me towards our unmade bed and lowers us both to the sheets. He props up on one elbow and crushes his mouth to mine once more as if our lips are super magnets.
I can feel his dick twitch against my hip and my pussy is so wet it’s dripping down my folds. I reach down to touch his growing cock as his hand slowly makes its way down my hip to my center. Running his fingers through my wetness he can feel I'm ready for him.
“Wait.” My body stiffening as I place my hand on his pec, feeling the light dusting of hair on his chest. It’s then I noticed he has tattoos spanning his entire upper chest that wraps around his upper arms. Another time I will be exploring all this ink.
“What, baby?” He asks, as he moves to settle between my spread thighs.
“Um… should we use a condom or something?” My voice is muffled by a slight panic blossoming in my chest.
“Gorgeous, we’re mates. We’re gonna have your Luna ceremony soon. Right now, I want to feel you with nothing between us. I want to feel your silky wetness wrapped around my cock as I fuck you for the first time.”
I sigh, relaxing my body as much as I can because his words just lit me up like the fourth of July. “Okay, but -”
“Enough talking, baby. I need you! I just want to hear ‘yes’, ‘harder’ and ‘more’ from you.” Wyatt leans over me and kisses me before running his tongue over the bottom lip.
He lines up and there in the back of my mind, I know I wanted to tell him something important but all I can think about is getting him inside me. Then it’s there. He rams his thick cock home to the hilt in one thrust. It wouldn’t hurt so bad because I’m literally soaked but I’m a ..well was a virgin. Yup, that’s what I was supposed to tell him.
“Ohh fuuccckkk,” I wail as he pulls slightly back and thrusts again, just more shallow this time.
He slides his hand up the side of my neck, tangling his fingers in the nape of my hair. The flesh of my hip in his other hand. I gasped as I meet his eyes.
“You didn’t tell me that you were untouched mate, I would have gone slower and easier but it’s too late now because I've had a feeling of you and I can’t stop,” his eyes alight with a burning desire.
Every time his dick slammed into me, his balls slapped against my ass causing my body to twitch and a moan to escape my mouth. He thrusts harder each time I moan and I know he needs the release. Wyatt pulls my body against his forcefully as he continues to make me bounce off his shaft.
“You love this cock baby?”
“Yes,” I say as I buck beneath him.
He lays down closer on my chest, smashing my tits against him. “This is my pussy.” Pulling my hair a little harder, wrapping what he can around his fist. “I will take it when I want, wherever I want it.”
“Yes, yes. Oh, yes baby!” I yell, my pussy convulsing against his cock.
“Wyatt,” I whisper hoarsely, my voice barely above a breath. “I need to mark you.”
His expression shifts, confusion giving way to excitement as sweat drips down his temple. “Mark me? You mean…”
I nod, swallowing hard as the weight of my confession settles between us. “I need to claim you, to seal our bond.”
A slow smile spreads across his face, and the warmth in his eyes ignites something deep within me. He’s still slowly rocking into me and I know I’m seconds from something big. “Let’s do it, then,” he says, his voice filled with fervor. “At the same time. Together.”
