Alpha Exposed

by Anya Breton

  She must have done it again because he let out another groan. Dion dug his nails into her skin before quickly easing out.

  Had she unknowingly squeezed her muscles? Sam tried it knowingly to note the reaction.

  A low growl rumbled his chest. The weretiger retaliated with a light flick of his finger against her clit. Her startled jerk brought her fully against his pelvis. But the odious man failed to remove his hand. Instead, he set about tormenting her with slow, steady massages that made her want to throw him to the floor so she could finish this.

  Chapter Ten

  Dion took it slow. There was no champagne and cake waiting for Samantha to distribute this time. He had complete control over the environment. No one would interrupt him once they worked out what was happening. That wasn’t to say he wouldn’t welcome a little peeking. He wanted someone to see him fucking the beautiful witch—wanted to experience the sensation of being watched and feel their envy because it wasn’t them filling her.

  Her round ass fit nicely against him. He could almost imagine what it would be like to spoon her in an actual bed. Dion quickly put the thought out of his mind.

  Beds were for wives. He was never getting married. How could he when the virus running through him was a danger to anyone? Not to mention a wife would want children. Dion wouldn’t condemn a child to his fate.

  “Oh!” The witch’s breathy exclamation hardened his dick to steel as it slid into her tight passage. Taking her from behind was good, exactly as he’d imagined it would be. But something was missing.

  Dion coiled his arms around her torso so he could lift her with him. Carefully he twirled around until he could sit, her arms entwined in his. The move was oddly trusting, one he’d not expected. He rewarded her by ramming himself home simply to hear her little gasp of delight. She punished him for the forceful move by squeezing her pussy muscles around him with wicked abandon.

  “Witch,” he rasped in her ear because he loved the way she shivered from it. She didn’t disappoint.

  Dion especially loved how she clenched each time. As if she weren’t tight enough, she was heaven when she contracted those amazing muscles.

  He brought her slick body up his shaft and then back down again even as his eyelids fluttered closed from the delicious pressure. He continued at a steady pace, taking time out to play with her nipples.

  The pose was still missing something.

  “Turn,” he commanded. “I want to lick your tits.”

  The lovely creature carefully got to her feet despite her wobbling legs. She refused the offer of his arm. Instead, she leaned over him, pressing those superb tits in his face as she braced her hands on his shoulders.

  Dion memorized the look of her. Long, pale limbs had the perfect amount of curve. And her glorious pecan hair cascaded over her shoulder, teasing the tit he’d soon claim. He extended his tongue toward her sweet peak only to half choke when her fingers grasped his dick.

  Her stroke was enough to distract a man from living. And when she eased him into her hot passage, he was lucky to remember to let go of the air he’d been holding before it was too late.

  She made a move to lift herself for the first thrust. He stilled her at the hips. If she had her way, they’d have finished ten minutes ago. Dion meant to stretch this out as long as possible.

  He weathered through the tormenting squeezes of her muscles as he fastened his lips over her left tit. His hands formed around the other, teasing the nipple with callused fingertips much as he did with his tongue on this one.

  Samantha’s head dropped back during her next sensual moan. The silk of her hair tickled his thighs, drawing a rumble of need from deep within his chest. Was there anything about Samantha that wasn’t sexy?

  He fed on her tit as though it was integral to his survival. And just then it might have been. If anyone dared to interrupt him, they would be hard-pressed to go on living when he got through with them.

  The witch wiggled her pelvis teasingly over his dick as another sigh escaped her curved throat. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him? How close he was to coming even though she wasn’t? He’d planned to give her multiple orgasms but he’d fail, again, if she kept this up. Unless…

  Samantha’s clit had been hypersensitive before. Dion released her tit, grazing his nail along her body en route to her clit. He’d rely on a little stimulation there to bring her to her peak with him.

  Samantha smashed her pelvis against his, effectively stilling his fingers. He responded with a warning nip at the taut pebble he’d been slowly lapping. She immediately arched back, opening herself to him all over again.

  Perhaps she needed a softer touch. He gentled his fingers, massaging her nub with motions that matched the sexy rhythm in his head. Her moans were promising but the way she worked her hips against his palm didn’t help him hold back.

  Dion valiantly ignored the uncomfortable tightness of his balls. Desperately, he tried to picture something disgusting, something to keep his mind off how badly he wanted to come inside her. But every image soon transformed into Samantha and quickly became the opposite of disgusting.

  Unable to hold out a moment longer, Dion could do nothing but lift her off his dick and set her aside. Her features were so puckered from disappointment that he winced.

  The witch opened her mouth to speak, an insult no doubt. He quickly slid across the sofa before the words left her lips. She remained quiet while he positioned his head above her thighs.

  The slack look on her face when she worked out what he now intended was priceless. Her chest rose in a mighty gasp as his nose nuzzled her clit and his tongue lapped through her soaked pussy. Fingers soon dug into his shoulders for a brief interval before switching to his head.

  Dion groaned against her fragrant skin upon feeling her pet his hair. A brief image of her petting him in tiger form flashed through his mind. His dick twitched madly at the thought.

  Samantha’s pelvis smashed against his jaw with wild abandon the faster he lapped. Each smash made him want to bring her higher. Each slide made him never want to release her. He loved her smell on him. If he could bottle her up for a lonely night, he’d surely do it.

  “Dion,” she cried out to the ceiling. “Oh! Fuck! That’s so good!”

  He couldn’t help but smile against her skin because her volume had been loud enough for half the restaurant to hear. Maybe he should be concerned about families overhearing her curses. But any families who brought their kids here had problems to begin with.

  Dion knew just what would put his hot little witch over the edge. Carefully, he released one of his hands and then quickly slipped it beneath her when she listed to one side. He spread her ass cheeks while slowing the speed and force of the tongue darting inside her, as well as the nose nuzzling her sensitive nub. Dion wanted her lucid for his next move.

  The witch’s breath hitched. She went motionless when his pinky lazily circled the tight hole hidden in her beautiful ass cheeks. He dropped the finger between her thighs for a little lubrication and then eased the moistened tip inside her naughtiest hole.

  “Oh Aer,” she moaned to his delight.

  Dion’s dick jumped toward her. He could almost feel her clenching it. It was unfair how in danger of coming he was even though he wasn’t inside her.

  Determined to finish what he’d started, Dion pushed his tongue where his cock wanted to go. Simultaneously, he eased more of his pinky into her sweet ass.

  “Relax,” he mumbled against her damp folds. A wiggle of his pinky showed her where he meant.

  She gasped and then slammed her pussy into his mouth in an effort to avoid his touch. His groan shook them both. Samantha clung tighter to him rather than trying to escape. The rigid muscles beneath him meant she hadn’t relaxed. Dion withdrew his pinky to the sound of her relieved sigh.

  But he wasn’t finished with her ass. Not yet. Not when he could bring her in a few short minutes if he was diligent.

  He slipped his index finger through he
r pussy, seeking lubrication while also teasing her with a false sense of security. She sighed in her wonderfully responsive way.

  Until he eased his finger into the narrow hole he’d been working. Samantha’s body shot forward. Mercilessly he followed it, stopping once her delectable ass had swallowed his entire finger.

  Dion rewarded her bravery with a powerful suck of her nub. She cried his name for all to hear, along with several pleas for him to finish her. If she kept on like this, Dion feared she’d finish him.

  Two wiggles of the finger inside her asshole brought her slamming forward. Dion lapped at her clit for all he was worth while easing his index finger out of her ass. He needed both hands for this but she needed him to hold her up unless…

  Samantha’s relieved sigh was premature. Again. He may have removed his finger from her ass but he was also removing his mouth from her pussy. Dion slipped onto the floor in front of her. He spread her thighs even wider so he could fit between them. And then he went to town on her.

  Sam’s back leaped a foot off the sofa when his mouth closed over her clit. He was talented at that, so talented in fact that she just might come before he finished fucking her. In this pose, it was a little too easy to look down and see his intense eyes staring up at her.

  Dear Aer, he was gorgeous. She’d known it before in an abstract sort of way. But now, with him working so hard to pleasure her, his good looks were suddenly…more.

  Dion’s fingers working in and out of her pussy were also nice—not nearly as good as if they had been his cock, but still decent. That is…until she realized why he’d had his fingers in her.

  “Two?” she exclaimed when he pressed them between her ass cheeks rather than where she really needed them. “No—”

  The weretiger’s hiss against her clit silenced her protest. “One for now.” He spoke in between nibbles even as he worked his index finger into the ass she clenched. “But if you’re good, two.”

  “I want you to fuck me,” she heard herself whining. “Why won’t you?”

  He didn’t answer. Sam might have worried he was disgusted with her performance if he hadn’t had his face in her pussy for the past ten minutes. Surely he’d have sent her home if she were bad. And he certainly wouldn’t have stripped her in his office if last night had been the worst he’d ever had.

  Dion quieted one of her complaints when the fingers on his free hand plunged into her needy core. He complemented the movement with a strong suck on her sensitive bud. A needy moan flowed out of her mouth as she rocked forward.

  She was so close. If he’d just…

  “Ooooooohhhhhhh fuuuccckkkkkk,” she screamed the moment the orgasm broke. Sam’s muscles pulsed as though Dion’s digit was a livewire. Rich, hot sensation flooded her every pore, blinding her to anything but the splash of golden color behind her eyelids. Her body melted into the sofa. She no longer cared the weretiger had played with her ass or tormented her for what seemed like an age. It had been worth this.

  Vaguely she was aware of Dion’s cheek resting against her thigh when she came down off the high of an exceptional orgasm. Sam didn’t dare open her eyes. She didn’t want to see the smug look that would have surely taken up residence on his face.

  Even though her every muscle still trembled, she hadn’t been this relaxed in ages. Last night’s orgasm had been good but she’d been too worried about losing business to truly enjoy it. This one, this one she could enjoy.

  Slowly her awareness spread. She took in the rise and fall of the chest pressed between her legs, the murmurs of discussion outside the still-open door and the cool sheen of sweat coating her. That wasn’t sexy. At all.

  So it came as quite a surprise when Dion lifted her rather than escaped to the nearest bathroom. She was too relaxed to do anything but let him pose her as he willed. Dion lifted her in strong arms, rearranging their bodies until she straddled him atop the sofa.

  She gave in to the urge to brush his downy hair. Her fingers didn’t have far to go when he draped her torso along his. A pleased sound rumbled out of him at the touch, drawing Sam’s lips into a smile.

  And then he gave her what she’d begged for.

  Sam’s head went limp against his shoulder the moment his cock breached her pussy’s tender entrance. Somehow she’d managed to forget the man’s insane girth during his oral Olympics. Nothing would ever fill her like him.

  The weretiger did all the work, a requirement when she could barely breathe let alone pump her hips at half the pace he’d set. The ease at which he lifted her weight reminded her of what he was. But what about endurance, was that enhanced by the virus as well?

  Could he go until she—

  A second orgasm broke through her insides without warning. Her fingers dug into his scalp as every nerve sizzled to life. Sam couldn’t keep her teeth from scoring his boney shoulder. The jolt of electric pleasure was too much to quietly bear.

  And then Dion shouted a loud, clearly enunciated, “Samantha!”

  Everyone in the restaurant would have heard that.

  Chapter Eleven

  She was trying to get up. Dion felt the pressure against his arms. He’d wanted a few more minutes of her sprawled on him like this—warm, limp and smelling of sex, smelling of him. Samantha had other ideas.

  Begrudgingly, he uncoiled his arms so she could move upright. But Dion couldn’t resist dropping his hands to her hips for one last roll of her pelvis over his dick. The hot little witch inhaled a quick breath that brought her tits up to face level. He accepted her unintentional invitation.

  Dion took her nipple between his teeth first and then drew in the rest of her lovely tit when the mere tip wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy him.

  “I need to get home.”

  He groaned his disappointment against her peak. Carefully, he released her tit but his hands remained at her hips until he was good and ready to let her go. Dion tilted his head to the side so he could look up at her without letting her put another inch between them. “Why?”

  The witch brought her lower lip between her teeth, a sexy motion he suspected meant she was about to lie. His body went stiff and his senses alert.

  “Kari was home when I left,” Sam explained without looking him in the eye. Dion didn’t scent a falsehood in those words. Yet. “I shouldn’t have left her there alone.”

  “She’s alone? Where’s Kevin?” Dion was a heartbeat away from fury. He’d commanded his Gamma to protect the girl. It had been Kevin’s only task for three days when he should have been working at the restaurant.

  “He was there…” The witch hedged as though she was keeping something from him. Ordinarily he could sense omissions almost as easily as he could tell a lie from the truth. But he wasn’t sure how well the trick worked with Samantha.

  “But he’s not family,” she continued. “I should have stayed with her. We have pizza on Sundays.”

  “It’s not too late for pizza,” Dion argued even though he had no clue what time it was.

  “It wasn’t.” Her moss-green eyes focused on his. “That was before.”

  She found it so easy to look at him when she was irritated. He had half a mind to remind her that his dick was still nestled snugly inside her pussy. No doubt Samantha would go back to avoiding his gaze if he did.

  Instead he drawled, “So you don’t like when I take my time? And here I thought women’s common complaints were men didn’t spend enough time arousing them and most males lacked endurance.”

  Rather than acknowledge his snark, the witch set a boot to the ground and then carefully lifted herself the inches it took to release him. He might have been able to stop her from standing if she hadn’t chosen to squeeze her muscles around his dick. It sent a lingering pulse of pleasure directly to his brain. When his vision cleared, she was bent, retrieving her panties and jeans, feet away.

  “I can get you a towel,” he told her when it looked as if she’d dress without cleaning up.

  Samantha sent him a grateful look, and then she
hobbled into the corner farthest from the open door.

  Was she trying to hide herself? Flushed pink from pleasure, she’d never been more beautiful.

  If she hadn’t been worried about her sister, Dion would take his time getting up so he’d have an opportunity for another go. As it was, he slowly stood but didn’t bother tugging on his garments before he set out after her towel. None of the customers would be in the corridor and he didn’t care if any of the staff saw him. Most of the males were part of his pack and regularly got nude with him during their full-moon hunts.

  The witch stood within the corner when he returned after cleaning himself up a bit. She glanced at the limp organ resting between his thighs and then quickly averted her eyes.

  Was that a blush building in her cheeks? She was embarrassed by his nudity? Even after he’d fucked her twice?

  “I brought you a damp washcloth and a fresh towel,” he told her rather than ask why she couldn’t look at him.

  “Oh, thanks.” Her genuinely pleased response warmed him. Dion liked the extra breezy sound of her voice when she was happy.

  He snatched his jeans from the floor, shimmying into them as he walked to his chair. Dion wiggled the computer mouse until payroll software took the place of the screensaver. He then clicked into his email for the distraction it would give. A few messages had come in while he’d been occupied but nothing pressing, certainly nothing that could make him ignore the nude woman rubbing a damp washcloth over her perfect tits.

  Dion thought it was a crying shame when she slipped into her panties and quickly jumped into her skinny jeans. Samantha tugged the shirt over her head, completely removing his eye candy.

  The witch lifted her purse off the ground. Nervously, she tugged the strap over her shoulder. Samantha positioned herself in front of his desk for his attention. Dion gave it to her.

  “Thank you.”

  He let his eyebrows drift up a centimeter. She was thanking him for fucking her in his office without first negotiating?