The Silent Princess

by T. A. Grey

  The alpha wanted to go, but eventually he sat back down.

  After that, Hanna told Alex she was ready to leave. He agreed. The mood had soured dismally, but still, for the most part, the night was one of the best of her life.

  She was getting mated to Alex Thompson. The love of her life.

  Nothing could bring her down now.

  * * * * *

  “Babe, I’m proud of you,” Alex said. He was driving them back to his place. He hadn’t taken the motorcycle but his SUV instead. She still had yet to ride on his bike, but he’d promised they would. Soon.

  And why did that make her shiver with excitement?

  Because when he mentioned taking her out on his bike, he gave her that heated heavy-lidded expression that made her thighs squeeze tight.

  The man was wickedly handsome.

  So, she told him so. “You’re wickedly handsome.”

  He laughed the sound deep and masculine. “You’re shit faced.”

  She pouted and turned fully to face him from the passenger seat. “Am not. Don’t make up lies.”

  More laughter. “I ain’t lying, baby. Besides I don’t mind you drinkin’ that’s why I didn’t.”

  “Besides,” she boasted loudly. “It’s not like I had too many. It was a double celebration. A mating’s going to take place, a house is getting sold, we’re home and safe, and perhaps better for all the hell we’ve been through. Life is good.”

  He grinned at her, his hand landed on her thigh and plumped once before retreating. “Sure thing babe.”

  Hanna stared at his hands, moreover, at the one which had gone back to lightly resting on his thigh. She’d liked that...the whole him touching her thing. She’d liked it a lot. Her building arousal told her so.

  “Mmm... hey Alex?”

  To tell him or not to tell him that her panties were getting wet? Tough decisions.

  His never took his eyes off the road. “Yeah, babe?”

  “I’m horny.” She gnawed on her lip.

  The vehicle swerved before he corrected it. He swallowed, then looked over at her, top to bottom. “Oh yeah?” He was getting excited. She knew ‘cause he fidgeted and grew flushed, his hips shifting as if getting hard.

  “I think I need to show you something.”

  She wore Alicia’s sexy contraption underneath her dress. And she was growing quite flushed. Breasts feeling heavy and in need of being pawed at, thighs sensitive, the black garters giving her a silken feel as she twined and rubbed her legs anxiously together.

  The night was pitch-black save for the occasional street lamp they passed under. Most of the pack was dark with shadows, faint cabins in the distance had little to no lights on at this time of night; the quiet rumble of tires over the road provided constant background noise. It felt like they were on their own little island. Of course, part of that could be the alcohol talking. But, for now, there was just Alex and her. And she had never been happier.

  “What do you want to show me?” he asked, voice rough.

  My pussy.

  Well, she didn’t say that. The white dress she wore made her feel sexy--or was that the alcohol speaking? Who cares, sang a happy voice in her head. Maybe a happy mixture of both. She knew what she wanted and that was her man.

  "Only this."

  Slowly she lifted her dress up her thighs. Alex took quick, rapid-fire glimpses from the corner of his eye.

  "Babe," he warned.

  "You’re sexy, you know," she told him. "Even with the added scar or two on your forehead. Pretty hot actually. Makes you look more rugged than normal."

  He laughed a harsh brusque sound. "Babe, you're killin' me. My mouths watering for you baby. Can’t you wait ‘till we get home to flash me the goods?"

  She chuckled. "The goods? Baby, I haven't shown you nothin' yet."

  Safe with him driving, she unbuckled her seat belt and sat on her knees.

  "This dress is just too stifling, I’m afraid. Don't...mind...me..." She began tugging the straps down, one at a time. The material caught atop her heavy aching breasts, her nipples were hardening, readying for him, needing to be touched.

  “You’re lucky ain’t nobody around.”

  She sent him a saucy look. “Oh yeah? Would you care if another man saw me?”

  A growl formed in his throat, making her shiver. The hair on her arms stood up and she bit her lip again, wishing it was his teeth biting her. He did that often when they kissed and it never failed to take her by surprise.

  “If another man saw you naked, I’d be hard pressed not to greet him with my fist, babe.”

  He said it so sincerely, so honestly, as if he were relaying the speed at which he was driving and not threatening to cause bodily harm. She tossed her head back and laughed deep and raw.

  This man was wonderful. Oh, so wonderful. He made her feel warm and safe and loved, so loved. Almost like he’d cherish her. She’d never felt so appreciated as a woman. She wanted to reciprocate and show him just how much she cared, just how much she loved him.

  So she tugged the dress down, spilling her black lace-covered breasts. Beneath his jeans, she watched the compression grow tighter, unbearable. He must be throbbing hard, she thought wickedly.

  Down her waist she pushed and wiggled, his eyes catching her dance-like movements. The hand on his thigh dug in, fingers clenching, breaths charged.

  Finally, her panties were exposed and down she shoved the white dress until the material pooled around her knees. She kicked it away leaving her in her garters, her thong, and bra, so much soft skin exposed.

  She was wet. Knew it without touching herself, could feel her own pussy throbbing, wanting, no, needing to be filled by his thick long cock. Needed his rough hands caressing her skin, twining in her hair rough like.

  “Baby, this is too much.” Once again, his hips shifted uncomfortably.

  “Let me help you with that.” She indicated his jeans.

  “What? No-no-no-no, that’s not a good idea, princess.”

  Too late, she kissed his neck, half-climbing into his lap. His breaths were deep, sweet music to her ears. She could hear the blood racing in his veins as she lapped at his jugular and bit his bottom lip, running her hands over his strong chest and arms.

  “You’re so big,” she whispered, making him laugh a strained sound.

  “Babe,” he warned. “You’re wet, aren’t you? God, I can smell it. So fuckin’ good. I’m gonna eat it, princess. Real soon.” He sounded angry and aggressive about it and she shivered in anticipation.

  Bring it on, big boy.

  Meanwhile she knew what she wanted and that was to release the kraken, so to speak, from its tight confines. That poor beast didn’t need to be locked up; it needed to be lapped up.

  Hanna made her way down his chest, running her hands beneath his clothes to feel the soft hot skin and hard contours of muscle in his abs and chest which flexed and pulled under her eager touch.

  “Mmm,” she moaned and deftly undid the button of his jeans. She swore he sighed in relief at the crack of tension that eased around his groin. “You hard for me, baby?” She kissed his stomach, bit at the muscle making him jump and growl.

  “You’re mine when we get back baby. Gonna make you come so fuckin’ hard you won’t walk straight for a week,” he growled.

  “Promise?” she laughed delightedly. This was too much fun.

  “Hell yeah I promise. That’s an oath baby. A fuckin’ vow to wreck that sweet pussy. First with my mouth, gonna eat you up.”

  “Promises, promises,” she taunted sweetly.

  Ziiiiiip.

  Down went the zipper.

  He actually sighed as if in heaven.

  “Does that feel better?” she asked.

  “Just a bit,” he wheezed. One hand holding the steering wheel, the other snaked around her waist to pull her closer.

  Yeah, he wouldn’t be letting go of her any time soon. She smiled happily. Her man loved her and wanted her attentions. And that was a love
ly feeling indeed.

  “Can’t believe you’re mine, Hanna. Still unbelievable to me.”

  Hanna had been about to go down--so to speak--but his honest admission caught her off guard.

  Naked, wearing sexy lingerie, half in his lap while he drove them home, she sat up, hands curled against his chest. “What, baby?”

  He slammed the car to a stop on the shoulder of the road and killed the engine, shutting the lights off. They were nothing but a black dot in the pinpoint of space, out here in the middle of nowhere, nothing but each other for miles.

  “I mean it. You’ve changed my whole world upside down. For the better baby. You hear me? You’ve...fixed me in ways I didn’t know needed fixin’. Only a good woman can do that.” His hands scraped haphazardly over his face, over some newly formed scars on his forehead thanks to the shotgun blast that had hit him. “Hanna I meant it when I said I want you to mate with me. I need you. There can’t be going back from this. I can’t. You get that? You’ve changed me; there won’t be another Hanna MacKellen in my lifetime. Just you, princess.”

  She had tears in her eyes. She patted at him playfully. “You’re making me cry. Stop that. I was trying to suck you off.”

  A faint blush colored his handsome face, so adorable. “You can still do that but I had to tell you that first. That I mean everything I say, and baby, I’ll never cheat on you. I don’t know if I can ever convince you of that, but I ain’t like him. You hear?”

  He didn’t have to say it.

  She already knew.

  “I know.” She kissed him, cupping his cheeks. “I know,” she said even gentler, kissing each cheek in turn. “I know.” He wouldn’t and there was no doubt in her heart. “Now I’m getting back down to business.”

  She dropped back down in his lap and he groaned, hands gently rubbing her back, her hair, everything he could, touching all the skin she bared, feeling the lace which covered her. He scraped a fingernail along her nipples, exciting heat and pangs of longing from within her.

  Her core grew wet in her panties and she moaned as she reached into his jeans and found his length. His breaths staggered as she clasped him: so thick and hard like iron. Moaning, she withdrew him, running her hand up and down his shaft feeling the unique scarred textures that elicited such pleasure when he was thrusting inside her--the thought of which made her own hips start to wiggle in earnest.

  His breaths were getting even louder, the car getting steamy.

  Her mouth closed in on him. She made it down, licking and suckling, only partway before he growled. “Mine!”

  Then she was tossed backward so suddenly she was stunned. He came atop her kissing her brutally, tongue working inside her mouth pumping and giving her a taste of what he would do to her below. His hand found her inner thigh and squeezed running the length of her and spreading her open as his hips came between her open legs.

  “Gotta taste you...now.”

  That was all the warning he gave before he kissed his way down her body and nuzzled the silk between her thighs. Right there in the front seat. Her head staring up at the ceiling as he nuzzled her pussy, licking her though the material.

  “Hot and wet, just how I like it,” he growled. He pressed a finger into the material, touching her lips and bud where she was swollen and ready for him.

  He licked along the crease between her thighs and sex. First on one side, then the other. Taking his time and moving far too slowly for her liking. Her back undulated in waves, hips thrusting against his face. She squeezed his shoulders and strong arms, pleas escaping her.

  “Sexy legs,” he said running his hands up and down her thighs from hips to knees then back again. He cupped her breasts roughly and pinched her nipples, tugging the hardened peaks making her moan. Warm tingles in her belly swarmed around her sex and clitoris making her delirious with drugged pleasure.

  “Alex,” she moaned.

  “Yeah, baby, say my name. Gotta taste you now, losing patience.” She could see his cock, a hard thrust from his hips, revealed by her own hands. She wanted him buried inside her wet sex, taking her roughly just how she liked until she came apart in his arms.

  An openmouthed kiss landed on her, licked at her soft nether-lips and opened them. Her back careened upward, eyes closed in ecstasy. He held her down with one strong arm draped heavily across her hips, the other gently pressing into her body, one inch, then two, pushing inexorably inside. A taste of what she needed, of what he could give her.

  Growling, his heated scent filled her nostrils making her lust. A mating scent like vanilla and musk, earthly. A scent unique to them as they became more and more bonded.

  He worked her bud in tandem, gently at first. Never directly touching the source but caressing her near it as he pumped and pumped his fingers inside her heated channel. Again and again. Her breaths grew ragged. A tight, coiling sensation built in her nether region getting worse and worse. Pressure building like a volcano that must blow. Needed to find release or else it would implode and combust.

  "Gonna fuck you, babe. Right after you come." It was a promise. And she knew from experience that this man kept all of his promises.

  She cried out, her voice carrying as her body buckled beneath him. Her body reached its peak as he worked her into a fever pitch. Her stomach convulsed and heat washed over her in a great wet release. She cried out his name, hips humping against his working mouth, moans carrying forth and he groaned, eating it all up.

  "Alex! Alex!"

  Fingers move deftly inside, tongue flicked her wickedly, prolonging her pleasure as long as he could.

  When it was done, he released her and she collapsed back against the seat, sweaty and feeling thoroughly ravished. Her pussy was flush and swollen and still deep inside her was that void. That a void that needed to be filled, and there was only one way to do it.

  "Please!" she begged.

  "Yeah, baby, I know what you want," he said, all man. He sat up and tugged his shirt overhead. Immediately her hands went to his sculpted body to touch him, needing to feel him, needing that skin-to-skin connection.

  "I need to see your tits," he said gruffly as he shoved his jeans down to his knees. His cock sprung between them, damp at the tip and dark with color--more ready for her than ever.

  She opened the clasp and her breasts sprang free making him groan. He cupped them both then went to feast on them like a hungry man.

  "That's what I'm talking about. Rap your legs around me."

  She opened wide and did as he requested. The first touch of him caught her breath. She held his head to her breasts as he pushed the tip of his cock to her entrance. Pulling back, he locked eyes with her.

  She couldn’t believe they were having sex on the side of the road in the middle of the pack! This should be outrageous but she only felt excited.

  "Gonna fill you up babe." His way of saying he was gonna finish inside her. He didn’t always. Sometimes if he took her from behind he'd come on her ass, or sometimes on her breasts and stomach. She didn’t mind any of it. At all. Not when he pleased her with his mouth like he did. And boy did he.

  And then he was delving inside oh so achingly slowly. Inch by inch, he stretched her flesh. Glorious. He was big and so hard, triggering erotic sensation the deeper he went. Sweet, blissfull pleasure. Her eyes rolled and head kicked back as she enjoyed the sensations. That stretching, his hard cock filling her bit by bit.

  "Mmm," she moaned.

  He shoved that last bit in and made a gruff grunt. Then he retreated and shoved in again and again. Rough and hard, he took her, body slapping her swollen clit, his sac hanging tight and heavy beneath him.

  "Love the way your muscles squeeze me, baby." He rocked inside her, wet glide squeezing him.

  He pressed a thumb to her clit.

  "Need you to come again. Want you to milk me, baby," he said in a rough voice.

  Hanna held him close and rocked with him as he rubbed her, coiling tight so many sensations at her core. It became difficult to br
eathe, to even think about anything. Ragged she moved with him, kissed him and sucked on that wicked tongue of his tasting herself. It was only when his breaths grew heavier, his rhythm quicker and harder, pushing her up and down the seat that she felt it coming. His cock tunneling in and out of her at a quickening pace.

  "Oh Alex!"

  "Yeah baby, that's it. Give it to me." Sweating, he worked her bud faster--and sent her soaring into oblivion.

  Arching upward, she came apart, exploding into a million shattering pieces, her cries of pleasure echoing in the confines around them. He grunted through it, cock spearing through her tight, trembling muscles. Her orgasm worked his shaft, coaxed his orgasm and then he was burying himself deep and shooting his release into her. Hot and thick inside her, again and again. His hips twitched, entire body tensed and trembling as he came and came.

  It was some minutes before either one of them collected their senses enough to pull back. They did so between kisses and smiles and laughter, righting clothes and re-clasping buttons. Hanna giggled as he started the car again, then tugged her over so he drove them home with his arm around her.

  It was the perfect night.

  Nothing could bring her down.

  * * * * *

  They pulled up to Alex's place with a slow rumble and a squeal of brakes. Hanna grinned at her man and he smiled back, both laughing and grinning like loons. Good sex made a person happy like that.

  Jumping out of the truck, she retrieved her very own, brand new front door key from her purse and headed up the stairs to his cabin. Alex was a bit slower to move, as if the orgasm had depleted the rest of his energy stores.

  "You know we're continuing this, right?"

  Suddenly his back straightened and he quickened his pace. "Well if that's the case," he said meaningfully.

  Laughing, Hanna unlocked the front door and pushed it open. She stepped inside and flicked on the light, turning around to smile at his playful attitude.

  "Let's just call what we did a warm-up shall we? Besides, lover, I never got a chance to suck you off like I wanted."

  Blazing sexual heat shadowed his gaze. "Oh yeah?" He readjusted his waistband, likely making way for his increasing erection. She bit her lip.