Happily Ever Alpha: Until You're Mine (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Jenika Snow

  “I have always wanted you like no other. No woman compares to you, has ever had my interest.” I swallowed, my throat tight, my mouth getting dry. I was nervous saying the words out loud.

  I would have done anything to make this moment last, to keep it forever. She looked at me then, my cock jerking at the sight of her, at the way she watched me, wanted me. I could see that in her face, in the way she looked into my eyes, the longing there.

  She shook her head. “No more talking.”

  My heart thundered in my chest at hearing her words. “I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long. So fucking long.” I didn’t mean to say the words out loud, but they spilled from me before I could stop them. “But I don’t want to rush you, pressure you into anything—”

  She shook her head. “I’m done waiting. I want to be with you. I’ve always wanted to be with you.”

  My cock jerked. The fucker was so hard, so ready to claim Cora, to be buried deep in her body. I’d be the only one who touched her, who knew how tight she was, how wet she got. I looked into her eyes, the blue taking me under, holding me down. She was my life.

  I couldn’t help myself. I never had been able to where she was concerned. I leaned in an inch, our mouths so close if I said one word they’d brush together. “Tell me what you want and it’s yours. What I am, all of me, is yours, Cora.” With my hand on the back of her head, holding her close, not wanting to let her go, I knew that I had to give her room. I couldn’t force anything on her, not even my love.

  “I want you,” she whispered. “I’ve always wanted you.”

  I couldn’t help but groan in pleasure.

  “I don’t even know what’s going on,” she said, but I could hear in her voice that she was right here with me.

  I knew she was just as into this, just as swept into the desire, love, intensity, as I was.

  “What’s going on is exactly what was meant to happen right from day one.”

  Cora

  I couldn’t breathe. It was like a dream, one I’d had countless times over the years. I was on his lap, Xavier’s arms holding me close, his mouth an inch from mine.

  I’d fantasized, dreamt of having Xavier close to me, telling me all the things he wanted to do to me, with me. My heart was in my throat, beating wildly, threatening to choke me. The flavor of him on my lips from our kiss was addicting, having me craving more, needing it like I needed to breathe. I felt how hard he was between my thighs, a testament to how much he wanted me.

  I was on his lap, my legs on either side of his waist, his big body settled back against the couch. Xavier watched me for long seconds, his gaze heavy-lidded. He made me feel like a woman, all female when I was around him.

  “You’re it for me. I saved myself for you, Cora.”

  I breathed out heavily. “I saved myself for you, too,” I admitted. I could have found it hard to believe a man like Xavier, one so attractive, so masculine, could have saved himself for me, but I trusted him, believed him without fault. I couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe. I didn’t want to think anymore.

  I just wanted to act.

  Chapter 6

  Xavier

  I was losing my fucking mind right now. Having Cora on my lap, her legs on either side of me, had this thrill moving through me. Never had I been so ready, so fucking hard. I wound my hand around her nape, bringing her forward, so close our mouths nearly touched again.

  “Xavier,” she whispered.

  I stared into her eyes, nearly groaning as I thought about telling her what I wanted to do to her, how I’d touched myself and envisioned her right there with me, her body naked, willing, ready for me. “I jerked off to the image of you touching yourself, of spreading your pussy lips and devouring you. I’ve thought about that so many times over the years.” I was being a dirty bastard right now, but God, I couldn’t help it. I had my other hand on her waist and used a little bit of pressure to get her to start rocking back and forth on me. Going slow was what I should be doing, not having her move her sweet little pussy back and forth on me.

  She put her hands on my shoulders, and I closed my eyes and groaned in approval. Her touch was like fire on my skin. Cora rubbed herself on me, her mouth parted, her pupils dilated. I swear I could smell her desire coating the air.

  I knew she could feel how hard I was between my thighs, how my dick was all but bursting through my jeans. We were both breathing so hard, and I felt beads of sweat dot my forehead. My control was slipping. I lifted my hips slightly, pressing my erection against her jean-covered pussy. God, she was so hot, so ready for me.

  “God,” she whispered and tossed her head back, her eyes closed, her throat bared for me. She moved on top of me a little faster.

  I didn’t tear my gaze from her face. I wanted her to get off like this. “That’s it, Cora.”

  I might be a virgin, but I knew what I wanted.

  “Come for me, baby. Come for me.”

  And then she did.

  Cora had her head tossed back, her mouth was parted, and her moan ripped through the room. When her body relaxed, I slammed my mouth on hers, kissing her until she moaned for me. I stroked my tongue along hers, plunged it into her mouth, fucking her that way.

  “I want to be with you. I need to.”

  I lowered my gaze to her mouth. Her lips were red, swollen, and a light, glossy sheen covered them from our kiss. I was growing harder by the second.

  I cupped her nape, pulled her in close, and claimed her mouth. I wasn’t going to deny either of us any longer. I was surprised I’d lasted this long without coming in my jeans. While still kissing her, I curled my bigger body around hers, bringing her closer to me, her breasts pressed right to my chest. I gently bit at her lip, but pulled back, forcing myself to break the kiss.

  “I’ve loved you for so long, well before I even knew what that meant.”

  I ran my tongue over first her top one and then her bottom. She moaned, and I couldn’t help kissing her again. And when she pressed down on me my control snapped.

  “Christ.” I looked at her face.

  “Take my shirt off, Xavier.”

  Maybe she’d seen me staring at her breasts, or maybe she wanted this as much as I did, too.

  And then I all but tore her shirt and bra from her. When her breasts were revealed I stared at the large mounds that were peaked with rose-colored nipples.

  I need to go slow, to take my time with her, make this special.

  But as I stared at her I knew that was going to be one of the hardest fucking things I ever did.

  Chapter 7

  Cora

  He looked crazy, possessed even. Xavier looked like he wanted to eat me alive, and God, I wanted that. I was nervous, a little scared even. I knew there would be pain, but I wanted Xavier more than the nervousness that tried to claim me.

  “I need you, Xavier.” I felt his erection right at the most sensitive part of me. I was wet, soaked. My panties were saturated, the material rubbing along my sensitive folds.

  He made this low sound deep within his chest and then his mouth was on my throat, his teeth and tongue moving along my flesh.

  “I want you to show me exactly where you want me to touch you.” He said the last word on this guttural groan.

  “I want you everywhere, Xavier. I want you at my neck, my mouth … my breasts and pussy.” I didn’t even care that I was being obscene. I couldn’t help myself right now.

  He groaned, his breath moving along my neck. “I know what you want, what you need,” he said against the side of my throat, his lips moving as he spoke. “I’m going to give it all to you.”

  I found myself getting off the couch, my hands shaking, my knees about to lock up. And then I looked down at his crotch. The outline of his erection pressing against his jeans was impressive, if not a bit frightening.

  A shiver took over me, refusing to let go. I went for the button and zipper of my jeans, and once those were undone, I pushed the denim down my thighs, bringing my panties with
them.

  He was silent for long seconds, then groaned. “I’m not making love to you on a couch, not in the damn living room either. No fucking way.”

  The air left me, his words playing in my head over and over again. “I don’t care where we are, Xavier. I just want you.”

  He groaned, closed his eyes, and I could see the way his jaw worked under his scruff-covered skin. “You can’t say that kind of stuff to me, baby girl.”

  Oh. God.

  His words were sharp, moving over me and making me very aware.

  He looked his fill of me. I took a stuttering breath, not sure if this was real life. It sure as hell felt like a dream. Xavier didn’t move for a long time, just watched me, his gaze moving over my body.

  I was bared for him, every part of me on display. I didn’t stop myself from lowering my focus to what he was revealing, to what was hard for me. Xavier was a large man, his body muscular, strong. I knew his dick was no exception. He would no doubt be thick and long.

  “The way you’re looking at me could have me coming right now.”

  His words had my heart jumping in my throat. He had his palm wrapped around his dick, and he stroked himself, his focus on me. “Come back here,” he commanded, and I obeyed. But he wrapped his hands around my waist and rose up slightly. His focus was on my lips. He leaned in close, his mouth right by mine now, just an inch away. “I am about ready to come just from looking at you, just by having you in the same room with me.”

  I didn’t know what to say, how to respond. I was on fire, my body lit up, ready to explode. And then he had his mouth on mine, fucking me with his lips and tongue. There was no other word to describe what he was doing.

  This was exactly what I’d been waiting for my whole life.

  Chapter 8

  Xavier

  “I need you in the bedroom. I’m not taking you on the couch, baby.” I had my mouth on hers once more, my tongue shoved between her lips as I fucked her this way. I had her in my arms seconds later.

  “That way,” she said against my mouth, pointing.

  The apartment was small, and once down the hallway I saw there was only a bathroom and her room. Once in the room, I kicked the door closed and set her down only long enough to strip out of my clothes. I went to her again when I was naked, needing her close to me once more.

  I was desperate in my need to make her feel good, to watch pleasure cover her face, to see how I made her feel. “Get on the bed for me, Cora. I need you to lay back for me.”

  And then she was on the bed, her focus on me. Her legs were spread and I grunted at the fact that she was wet, her cream glistening under the dim lighting. Her breasts were a handful, large and round, her nipples hard and pink, waiting for my mouth.

  I reached for my cock, stroking the fucker as I stared at her. This was a scenario I’d thought of countless times as I jerked off. I stood by the edge of the bed, knowing I should make this last, but not able to help myself.

  I climbed onto the mattress, my mouth instantly on her neck, my knee nudging her thighs open so I could wedge myself between them. My cock was so damn hard, and pre-cum was a steady constant at the tip. What I wanted to do was have that pre-cum up in Cora, a mark that went so marrow-deep, was all-consuming, that I almost did just that. But instead I held my position, feeling her slick folds surround my cock. I couldn’t help but start moving, couldn’t have stopped myself even if I’d tried.

  I pumped my hips back and forth, sliding my length through her slit, my groans coming out on their own.

  I could—would—come from this alone. But I had to pace myself. I didn’t want this over before it really started. “Move against me, Cora,” I said as I let my lips brush along hers.

  “God, this feel so good,” she moaned, which in turn had me grunting and picking up my speed, thrusting against her faster. And then she started moving under me, lifting her hips slightly, her lower half moving in sync with mine.

  Cora moaned, her eyes closed, her lips parted.

  Where Cora was concerned I was possessive, territorial, like a predator with its prey. But Cora meant so much to me, more than anything else in my life, more than even myself.

  I added a little more pressure, slipping my finger down her slit and running the pad of my thumb along her pussy hole. She gasped and arched up into me. I moved down the length of her body, not able to help myself, not even pretending like I could have. Then I was right between her thighs, my face right by her pussy, my hands on her inner thighs keeping her legs spread for me. I lifted my gaze and stared at her. She watched me with this wide-eyed expression. She was nervous, but aroused.

  “I’m going to make you feel so good.”

  I kept my gaze locked on hers as I dragged my tongue through her cleft, tasting the sweet, yet slightly musky flavor of her. God, she was intoxicating. I became frantic then, eating her out like a fiend while I dug my fingers into her flesh, holding her down. She gasped and moaned, giving me all that was her.

  I licked and sucked on her, over and over again, knowing I’d never get enough. I wanted to have my face buried between her thighs, my lips, tongue, every part of me getting numb because I gave her pleasure. I pressed my hips into the mattress, wanting to be buried inside of her. I rolled my hips against the bed.

  Only when I felt her give in to me fully did I give her one more long swipe, dragging my tongue from her pussy hole to her clit, sucking the bud into my mouth.

  I moved up her body, my dick sliding right on her soaked pussy. I took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss. I grunted in pleasure, my hips jerking on their own. “Open wider for me.” I plunged my tongue inside her mouth. Cora spread her legs wider, and I pressed my hips farther into hers.

  My heart was a jackhammer in my chest, and my breathing was rapid. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby. Please, I need to see all of you.” I leaned back, bracing my hands beside her hips, and looked down at her. “You haven’t been with anyone, have you, baby?” I ran my hand over my mouth as I stared at her.

  “No,” she whispered. “Never.” She spread her legs, her pussy lips parting for me, the inner folds of her pussy becoming bared for me. “I’m a virgin. I saved myself for you. Just you.” She was the prettiest shade of pink.

  “Fuck,” I said, that word coming from me on its own. “And no one will ever have you but me. No one.” She was all for me. I was done with the foreplay, with the teenage dry humping. I needed to be inside of her. And so I leaned down and kissed her soundly, reaching between our bodies and grabbing my cock. I placed the tip at her entrance and held back the need to just shove in deep.

  “Tell me you’re mine.”

  “I’m yours.”

  “Yes,” I gritted. “You’ve always been mine. Always.” And then I slammed into her, tearing through her virginity, giving her mine. I groaned. She was so tight, so wet. She gasped, and I knew I’d hurt her. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Cora.”

  “Don’t stop,” she said again.

  I stilled, letting her get accustomed to my size. “Cora, there’s no stopping. There’s no going back.” I groaned, my jaw tight, my pulse racing. It was taking everything in me not to fuck her like a madman right now.

  She had her hands wrapped around my biceps, her nails digging into my skin. But I loved that pain, loved that she was the one giving it to me.

  I started moving in and out of her slowly, trying to pace myself, to try and make this last, but I knew I couldn’t. I’d come before I had a real chance to enjoy this. I knew this.

  “You don’t have to be gentle. I can handle your passion.”

  God, she couldn’t say things like that.

  I heard her breathing change, saw her expression shift. I knew she was right here with me.

  I really started moving then.

  Sweat started to cover my skin as I fucked her, made love to her … claimed her. I wanted to come so badly, but I didn’t want this to end.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I pushed into her once m
ore and stilled, feeling her pussy contract around me. Cora milked me, her pussy so damn tight I was gritting my teeth. “God, Cora, I’m going to come, baby girl. I can’t stop myself.” I reached between us, needing her to come with me, for me. “Give it to me once more. Let me see how good I’m making you feel.” I reached between us and started rubbing her clit.

  Back and forth.

  Fast. Hard.

  I felt her whole body tense beneath me, knew she was going to give me what I needed. And then she tossed her head back and came for me, giving me exactly what I wanted.

  “That’s it, pretty girl.” I rubbed her clit, loving that I could see how good this felt for her as I watched her expression. I slowed my touching when I saw her relax against the bed.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

  “Never.”

  I really fucked her then, knowing I should have been gentle with her, that she deserved silk on the beds, roses in a vase beside her, and soft music playing. I wanted all of that, but I couldn’t think straight right now. I couldn’t even rein in my desire.

  But I couldn’t stop myself.

  “Yes. God. So. Fucking. Good.”

  Fuck, I wanted to come inside of her, but instead I pulled out right before I got off. I wanted to be safe, wanted to make sure that once I filled her up we’d be settled, stable. We’d be ready.

  I grabbed my shaft, moving my hand over the thick, hard length. My cock was wet from being inside of her, and that turned me on even more. I stared at her pussy, how pink she was, how her clit was slightly swollen, how I’d just been deep in her body.

  I took my free hand and placed it beside her head, leaning over her slightly, curling my hands into the sheets. And then I breathed out slowly as my orgasm tore through me, taking every part of me.

  Groaning deeply, I forced my eyes to stay open as I came. I watched as my cum spilled from the tip of me and covered her belly, her pussy, fuck, her inner thighs. I covered her in my seed, this primal need to pump my cum deep in her body, to make her pregnant, have her as mine always, connected to me.