Page 21 of The Alpha's Arrangement
Trepidation hits as second thoughts cross my mind. Do I really want to be a wolf? Do I want to live forever? Do I want to be tied to this man for the rest of my days? Yes, I do.
At that thought, the worry floats away.
On my hands and knees, he massages my ass. His grip is strong and demanding.
Two fingers dip into my core while his thumb circles my clit, hard, rough, and controlling. Then a finger or a thumb enters my backside, sending a new trill of sensations through me.
He plunges in and out, and I thrust back on his hand, fucking myself hard. His fingers easily move through my wet folds.
While part of me expects him to continue to play, I’m surprised when he proves me wrong by removing his fingers then plunging his cock inside of me in one deep, long stroke, touching parts of me he has yet to claim. He’s definitely going to claim them tonight. I fall forward on my elbows from the force, my head falling down.
He’s so deep inside me. I can feel him everywhere. Something sharp grips my hips, but I can only focus on the in and out thrusts of Carter inside of me. He’s so powerful and intense.
Carter wraps his hand around my hair and pulls me all the way up so my back is to his front as he continues his brutal thrusts. In this position, I feel him in other ways, hitting new spots and sending me so close to the edge. His hips are like pistons, moving so fast that the bed shakes.
I don’t just feel him in my body. I feel him in my heart, as well.
“Rub yourself. You need to come.” His voice is rough and sexy as all hell.
I reach down and do what he asks, sending off a series of shocks. It hits hard and fast. I keep rubbing my clit, continuing the orgasm.
As I ride the wave, I feel his teeth sink into my flesh at my collarbone, causing another orgasm to crash through me. This one is different. This one, I don’t just feel euphoric from it. No, this one is magical. That connection I’ve felt with Carter solidifies, and I can feel everything about him: the thump of his heartbeat, the intakes of his breath—all of it. It’s like there are wires connecting Carter and I. Bonds that can never be broken.
He shoves his cock inside me, stilling, as he growls his release.
We stay there for long moments, both of us needing a reprieve.
He smooths his tongue over the bite as I fall to the bed, out of breath and out of energy. Carter falls next to me as his come drips out of my body.
“I don’t feel any different,” I tell him, still out of breath, but still me.
“You’ll start to go in heat. That’ll last for a few days before your wolf will show.”
“Heat?” As soon as I ask the question, I know exactly what he means, because my body throbs, aching with the need to come. It’s a burning desire that is almost painful.
“Yeah, heat.” He kisses me, already knowing exactly what I’m going through.
He takes me again … and again … and again, until I finally pass out from exhaustion.
THE ACHE GOES AWAY for a brief amount of time, and then comes back with a vengeance. It’s as if the world is playing a very cruel joke on me—giving me the best sex of my life, yet causing me pain, as well. I’m all for a little pain with pleasure, but this is just ridiculous.
I get off on Carter’s cock, and not five minutes later, I want to be back on it. No, I need to be back on it because the burn becomes too much.
Carter tells me not to fight it and that he’s at my disposal, which is nice in some twisted, fucked up way.
Each time I come, something inside me shifts and changes. Every time Carter and I come together, our connection grows. It’s more than marriage. It’s inside us, building and structuring itself into an unbreakable bond. I’m starting to understand what Carter said about never getting a divorce. With the way I’m feeling, I could never imagine not having the man beside me in my life.
We’ve been at this sex thing for three days now. I never in my life thought I’d say this, but I need a break from the sex. Problem is, I can’t. The changes happening inside of me are preventing it. Sleep is a luxury right now that only happens when I pass out. Carter, though, he’s always ready to go. Always there doing what he needs to. Taking care of me. Loving me. That’s what matters.
He matters.
My body aches in need, but looking at Carter’s sleeping form, I roll away from him in bed. The man has been giving me everything, so five minutes won’t kill me.
Making my way down to the kitchen, I fill a glass of water and chug it back.
Arousal warms my lower half, and I have to hang on to the countertop to balance myself. Breathing through it dulls the pain a bit, but not by much. Never would I have imagined that my life would consist of me changing into a sex-crazed wolf. The thing is, all I ever wanted was to be happy and with Carter, and now I am.
I can’t help being curious about what my life will be like on four legs instead of two, or running in the woods. Will my senses be heightened? I’ve always heard that animals have a great sense of smell and eye sight. Hopefully that will get passed on to me.
