“The alpha, of course.”
“Precisely.” He picked her up and laid her on her back.
She winced as her smarting bottom pressed on the bed, still throbbing from his spank.
Slade spread her legs and then smirked. “I get the first bite and the first drink.”
Holy hot. She sputtered, revealing her inexperience. “Oral sex?”
Slade smiled. “Time to follow protocol.” He grabbed her wrists and spread her arms up. “Hold onto the bed frame and don’t let go. If you do, I’ll take you over my knee again,” he warned.
Cricket gripped the bed frame, accepting protocol with ramped eagerness. She had always questioned Mia’s fondness for submitting to her alpha’s BDSM needs, until now.
She blinked. Slade appeared more human than wolf. Only his canines hinted at his true nature. He leaned over her and licked one nipple, so gently his tongue felt like a wet butterfly wing.
She squirmed, her breathing rapid. She licked her lips and then stiffened.
He looked up and frowned. “What?”
“Not that I don’t want you take the first bite, because holy shit, I do, but if I howl, Camilla and Sam will hear…”
He pressed his thick finger over her lips. “Shh.” He chuckled. “You have a point.” He went to the bathroom and returned with a silky woman’s robe belt. He lifted her head and gagged her, tying it behind her neck.
Slade winked. “That should sufficiently muffle it.”
He returned to the next nipple, and she squeezed her legs together as her body notched closer to an orgasm.
“Keep your legs apart.”
Ugh. So close. Cricket obeyed.
His attention remained on her nipples, biting and sucking, taking her somewhere between pain and pleasure.
Almost. There. Almost.
Cricket arched, biting down on her gag.
Just when she thought she’d die if she didn’t orgasm, he began licking between her breasts, slowly, agonizingly down her flat abs to the apex between her legs. Cricket never much cared for the alpha drinks and eats first rule, until now.
“Lift your legs over my shoulders.”
Every part of her tingled, and she positioned her legs, giving her sweet pearl easy access. His mouth clamped over her anxious clit, and she screamed into the restraints that rendered her mute.
He sucked with the expertise of a man-whore and the hunger of a ravenous beast.
Cricket convulsed into a chain of explosive undulations. Her claws extended, and she dug into the mattress, shredding it.
Slade suppressed a growl. Cricket squeezed his neck with her legs at each released moan. He fed on her honeyed juices. Better than venison. The private jet continued as smooth as the forest floor, the only turbulence her powerful spasms. Her soft skin flushed orgasmic red, and she arched her head back. The she-wolf seemed to have an endless supply of rolling orgasms.
His cock demanded release. He tore himself from her sweet pussy, and she collapsed, still writhing like a thrashing serpent. No. I can’t. Only head. Rational thought quickly vanished.
Mine. He plunged into her glistening moist pussy. Thrusting deep. She took every hard inch of him, surrendering yet again to clenching spasms.
Who am I fucking? His voice husky, he removed her mouth restraint and growled, “Give me your name.”
“Cricket.”
“Real name.”