Page 66 of The Denver Alpha

Now she’s fast asleep in my bed, her hair pooled on the pillow beneath her like spun gold, looking so angelic that I hesitate to move and risk disturbing her. Fighting that temptation is a losing battle, though, and before I know it, I’m angling closer to breathe her in.Lilacs and coconut. Two scents that wouldn’t typically seem to go together, but they’re uniquely her- and on her, they somehow do. Kind of like the two of us; rigidity and recklessness, control and chaos. We shouldn’t work, but there’s no denying our chemistry.

Damn, nothing should smell as good as this girl does. I shift closer, unconsciously craving more, and she curls into me as I press my chest tighter against her back. Even in sleep, her body seems naturally responsive to mine. Like she can’t get enough, either.

We were both equally as insatiable last night. I knew it would be fucking explosive when we finally got together- the weeks of push and pull between the two of us were like an intense form of foreplay- but reality surpassed my already high expectations. And I never thought I had a virgin kink, but when she blurted out that she was one and I realized I’d be the first and only man to worship between those gorgeous thighs? I’m getting hard again just thinking of it.

Juliet wriggles her ass against my rapidly thickening cock- like I said,so fucking responsive- and I reach down to adjust myself, sliding it between her cheeks. Then I hook my chin over her shoulder, pressing my lips to the side of her neck as I grip her hip and begin to gently rock against her, hoping the movement will rouse her from sleep.

My mind replays the memory of how hard I rode Juliet’s body last night and I up the pace of my grind, sliding my hand around the front of her hip and dipping down to the apex of her thighs. I groan against her neck when I discover how wet she already is, dragging my fingers along her slick slit before zeroing in on her hard little clit.

“Cole…” Juliet says my name on a breathy sigh, grinding against both my hand on her pussy and my cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I growl against her skin.

Now that I know she’s awake, all bets are off. I move my hand lower, pushing a finger into her tight channel and making her gasp.

“Mmm…” Juliet moans, her back arching, head falling against my shoulder.

I continue fucking her with my finger and rubbing her clit, driving her to the edge again and again just to pull her back before she can go sailing over it. She makes the cutest little whines of frustration as I edge her, inflicting my own form of sweet torture on the woman who has made it her mission to drive me crazy every chance she gets.

“Cole!” she grunts in protest after I bring her right to the precipice of bliss, then yank her back again. “Stop teasing and just fuck me already!”

A deep chuckle rumbles in my chest. I catch her earlobe between my teeth, tugging it gently. “Is that any way to ask?”

“Please,” she whines, grinding against my hand like a doe in heat.

I lick a path from her jaw to her collarbone as I strum her clit. “C’mon, Jules. You can do better than that,” I tease. “You’re so pretty when you beg.”

She blows out a frustrated breath and my lips curl into a smug grin, knowing I’ve got her right where I want her. But just as I’m waiting for her to give in and beg me for it, she reaches behind her, grabs my dick, and squeezes it so hard that my body jerks and a pained yelp slips from my throat.

“I swear to god, Cole Bauer, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’ll rip this thing off,” Juliet growls, craning her neck to level me with an icy glare over her shoulder.

And yeah, I must be a masochist, because her threat just gets me even harder. I’m surprised how much Juliet’s alpha female energy turns me the fuck on. It’s a constant fight for dominance, turning the bed into a battlefield. And I’ve never been one to back down.

I seize Juliet’s wrist and wrench her hand off my dick, tossing it aside, then grab onto her leg and hook it over mine to spread her thighs enough to grant me access between them. I notch the head of my cock at her entrance, pushing inside with a single hard thrust that steals both of our breath.

Fuck, she feels good. How is it that every fucking time, she feels this good?

I shudder as I pull out halfway and shove back in, feeling the flutter of Juliet’s inner walls around my pulsing cock, gritting my teeth against the blinding pleasure that it brings. She’s so warm, so wet, so…MINE.

My wolf is practically screaming it in the back of my mind, shoving that word into the forefront over and over again.

Mine mine mine.

He wants to claim, wants to own- and he’s not the only possessive fuck who feels that way about Juliet. I’ve never been the jealous type when it comes to women, but the mere thought of anyone else so much as touching this one makes me murderous.

It could be the whole virgin thing. I’ve never been anyone’s first before; even my own first time was with an older she-wolf who had experience. Maybe that’s what’s making both me and my wolf unusually territorial over Juliet.

“Mine.” The word slips out on a growl as I wind my arms around her front while slamming into her from behind, grabbing onto those full tits of hers with both hands. She whimpers when I pinch her nipples, her back arching, breath catching. So fucking sexy that I can hardly stand it.

It’s a miracle I last as long as I do. Snaking an arm around Juliet’s waist, I anchor her to the bed as I continue fucking her hard and fast in a spooning position, my hips slapping against her perfect little peachy ass with every thrust. Her fingers scrabble against my forearms, nails scoring my skin and adding a delicious bite of pain to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck, Juliet,” I growl into her neck, bringing one hand down to stroke her needy clit, the other up to wrap around her throat. “Tell me who you belong to, baby. This pussy already knows, but I need you to say it. Say you’re mine.”

“Yours!” She arches back into me, meeting every thrust of my hips with a grind of her own, our bodies working in perfect synchronicity to bring one another to climax. She reaches hers first, pulse fluttering, body trembling. I’m quick to follow with a last punch of my hips before I pull out, shooting my seed all over her round ass as stars explode behind my eyelids.

The comedown is slow as both of us pant to catch our breath. When I finally do, I drag myself out of bed to grab a washcloth from the bathroom and clean Juliet up before sliding back in, laying on my back and pulling her body halfway onto mine, her naked skin against my own, her head on my chest.

“Mmm, I like waking up with you in my bed,” I murmur, pressing my lips to her temple.

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