Page 26 of Alpha Geek

He was getting distracted by all of the marvels of being alive. She was right; food was fuel, so food comes first.

“Yes,” he said, zipping across the small cave to their rations. “Are you hungry? You must be hungry too.”

Tripp ate the rest of their rations for the day, continuously checking in to see if Amelia required any. She had a quiet reverence about her that he barely noticed during the event of hasty consumption; he found that once his attention was taken by something, it became art, his muse for the moment.

Isn’t that the way we should all live?

He ate everything as if it was the first time he’d ever placed it on his tongue. Amelia had dressed and made a fire, though Tripp didn’t realize until every scrap of sustenance had vanished into his body.

Tripp closed his eyes and breathed deeply, feeling as if he could detect the movement of the food as it entered the digestion process. He then felt Amelia’s hand on his shoulder, and his attention was once more taken by her beauty.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she said firmly.

He nodded. “I don’t understand how, but I’m okay.”

“I used a serum on you. I’m sorry, but it was the only way to save you.”

“A serum?” He cocked his head, looking down at his massive hand and flexing his fingers. “Like, I’m a shifter now?”

Amelia nodded. “Yes.”

He looked up to meet her gaze. Beneath his skin, he felt the growl of a wild animal, and suddenly, all mention of his attack was forgotten.

“You got dressed.”

Amelia scoffed, then glanced down at her sweater and pants.

“We’re in Nepal, Tripp,” she said sarcastically. “It’s chilly here, in case you didn’t notice.”

Tripp felt that a whole other, predatory need rose in him like a moon rising in the sky. He took Amelia’s hand from his shoulder and held it in his own before bringing it to his now-sensitive nose.

He took in her scent, the smell of pine and wintery mornings, and his cock nearly ripped through his pants. He needed her more than he ever needed any oxygen.

He kissed her knuckles, then their eyes met. Tripp could see the rise and fall of her chest. The excitement and trepidation were mixing to form a delicious sight he needed to devour.

With the utmost confidence and primal force, Tripp began to crawl on top of Amelia, and she obliged him by lying on her back against the blanket, the fire before them roaring with equal zest and yearning.

Her beautiful emerald eyes watched him with that same sense of newfound wonder Tripp had just been blessed with. He took her by the wrists and pinned her to the ground as he hovered over her immaculate body, a sensual gasp escaping her pretty lips.

“I am going to fuck you,” he growled. “I am going to fuck you until you howl, my lovely Amelia.”

When Amelia bit her lip, he captured her with his mouth. His fresh newborn energy collided with her experienced, energetic aggression. They engulfed each other with their mouths as they tore each other’s clothes off, ragged and ruined, in a pile next to them. Tripp simply couldn’t get her naked fast enough, feeling impatient and frustrated by the zipper on her pants that hid her precious pussy from him.

So he tore it off with his mouth, with Amelia emitting yet another sultry and sexy gasp of elation. He ate her pussy madly, his tongue able to move at inhuman speed as she writhed around, a majestic goddess in the throes of boundless passion.

Tripp couldn't get enough. He wanted to taste every part of her, yet, he also wanted to fuck her, to feel her tight pussy pulse and jostle around his cock. He wasn’t in a hurry, but there was a new sense of urgency that he felt about Amelia and becoming one with her form, something insistent and delectable.

“Oh, Tripp!” Amelia grunted, rocking her pelvis upward into his face. “You’re going to make me come already!”

Tripp gave her clit one last flick of his new long, talented tongue, then sat up on his knees. He had barely noticed how big his dick had grown, but Amelia had, staring at it with wide eyes as she continued to writhe with desperation.

“Please, Tripp,” she begged.

He flipped Amelia around with ease until she was on all fours, her rear pointed into the air as she leaned on her forearms. Tripp took hold of the magnificent cheeks, grunting as he squeezed them, then ran his tongue from the bottom of her slit to her asshole.

He loved the way her body shook and moaned as he swirled around, the scent of her needy pussy wafting up and enchanting his nostrils.

“FUCK, TRIPP!” she bellowed.

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