Page 27 of Alpha Geek

He couldn’t take it anymore. Tripp sat up, and with both hands gripping Amelia’s ass cheeks, he slid his thick cock into her waiting, dripping pussy.

“Oh, God!”

Tripp felt dizzy when he first sank into her, the pulsation of her walls too much to bear. But he was a man possessed by his adoration for this woman. He needed to fuck her until she saw stars.

He thrust hard and fast, feeling like his stamina was a limitless well of desire. He crashed into Amelia’s wonderful ass, thunderous echoes filling the cave, a blend of slapping and erotic moans and squeals of excitement and ecstasy. She leaned on the ground, smashing herself against him as her breasts bounced beautifully, a woman untethered by sanity.

That was the way he always wanted her to be. He was falling for her, and because of that, he wanted her to feel good in the best way humans and shifters knew how. He kept the speed the same the entire time they fucked, a steady jackhammering until they were both ready to explode.

Just before the crescendo, Tripp reached forward, cupping her incredible breasts, and pulled her up to lean against his chest. He continued pumping as she flopped onto him, her mouth gaping with dazed astonishment.

“Mark me,” she whispered between moans. “Mark me, baby. I’ll mark you.”

He knew without being told what it meant to claim her, his instinct so strong, and as both of their orgasms rocketed through their bodies, he brought a hand to her throat, resting gently, then moved the other to her hip.

Tripp felt her do the same with her free hand as all of her breath was taken from her. She cried out the most gorgeous staccato of sounds as she spilled her juices over his cock, and he did the same inside her pussy.

As he did it, he had been in a trance, protruding claws from his three main fingers and scratching them around her waist. He knew he had the same mark on his own body. His brain was being massaged by the neurotransmitters of orgasm, but the rest of him was floating, transcended by something that could not be isolated into words.

They rocked back and forth, breathing heavily in the dim cave as they became one on Mount Everest.

FIFTEEN

AMELIA

Amelia couldn’t believe the spellbinding sex she’d just had with her mate on top of the world’s highest peak. She leaned against her beloved after marking one another in an experience of maddening passion. One that had taken them to the brink of their sanity and physical countenance. Amelia had been with other shifters before, of course, but sex with her mate was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

It was godlike, transcending the tangible touch of skin and stimulating orgasms. The trance she was in was one that would linger as their relationship blossomed, enhancing every experience her beautiful life had to offer.

She continued to moan his name like a mantra, stuck in a loop of astonishing bliss. Tripp chuckled, bringing both hands up to cup her breasts again, and she gasped. His hands had increased in size enough to hold her generous bosom without them spilling outward.

“Well, I think you’re okay,” she muttered, a smirk teasing her lips.

He kissed her neck, and a blanket of goosebumps bloomed over her naked body. They had the rest of the mountain to climb, but Amelia didn’t want to leave that cave. She could stay here with him forever, hunting what they required to live, spending their time making love, and memorizing every curve of their bodies.

She knew it sounded naive and childlike, but that was what Tripp had done to her. He had come into her life and given her permission to dream again. The romantic bone that had been squandered in her was taking root once more.

“I’m more than okay,” he said, voice husky and deep in the shell of her ear. “You are absolutely luscious, my love.”

Amelia quivered, and her body took over the helm once more. She pinned herself to him as he slid a hand down to her clit, rubbing it in magnificent circles at an inhuman speed. Because he was a shifter now, he could move faster and had stamina coming out of the wazoo. She let him take her over, becoming a vulnerable puddle of shaking need in his arms as she climaxed once again, just as harshly and powerfully as the first time.

“God,” She grunted with gritted teeth. “Tripp, you are addicting.”

He stirred her up and kept the orgasms going for two more rapturous times, all with Amelia’s back pushed into his chest, her nipples hard as icicles protruding into the air.

She had to take his hand from her throbbing clit as she panted, feeling his mouth on her nape like petals stroking her skin.

“If we don’t stop now,” she said, gulping for air. “I will never stop.”

Tripp chuckled into her ear, then nibbled at the lobe. He was even more alluring as a shifter. Somehow, his musk was keen and enveloping them through their pressing pores.

“I could do that forever,” he mused.

Eventually, they peeled from each other’s naked bodies, coming down from the ether and the rosy glow of their flowering love. Tripp was eager to know what life was like as a shifter, so once they gathered their things and made sure their bags were strapped properly to their bodies, they emerged into the blinding light on the mountainside.

“We can communicate telepathically,” Amelia said before they shifted. “And we should stop at a certain point, so the other hikers don’t suspect anything.”

Tripp was massive, his body size nearly doubling after the change from the serum. He was already fit and had an athletic build before, but his muscles had swollen, and his height shot up to nearly seven feet. Staring at his gorgeous frame in the daylight as he scanned the mountain made Amelia’s heart skip a beat, and just after she had thought she’d had all of her passion drained out of her.

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