Alpha Werewolf Complete Set

by Marilynn Fae

  She trembles, holding very still when he carefully bites her soft ear between his sharp teeth and gives it a playful tug. "Yes, Master Teddy," she whimpers. Her ears are very sensitive. She smells like arousal now too. She knows the moment he smells her by the way his pupils dilate and his grip tightens.

  Chapter Five: Mate

  Desire surges through his body acutely at the way she submits, pliant and meek with her neck exposed like she's willing to let him do whatever he wants to with her. And gods, he wants to. He wants to yank her skirt up and rut into her. He wants to curl his hands around her thighs and spread her open, fuck into her tight hole and fill her with his come and knot her. He wants to make her smell like his because isn't that what she is?

  His?

  They were right about his wolf being too much in control. He is half feral most of the time and it's only natural for someone like him to fall so quickly for someone who's even more feral.

  He considers denying himself this. She's young and inexperienced, smelling like a virgin who's eager to please. She's desperate for companionship and it's why she's submitting to him so willingly. He shouldn't take advantage of her. He should show her kindness, take care of her without using her for his own selfish wants.

  "Wants," she whimpers, arching up into his, the front of her chest brushing against his chest, pebbled nipples poking against the shirt enough to be visible, enough to let him feel the extent of her desires, and his self control shatters.

  Keeping her wrists pinned, he drags her leg up and around his waist. She's a quick learner, wrapping both legs around his waist readily and tipping her head back, offering her throat to him again. It's an incredible rush, the way she submits to him so easily. If she were really prey, he could bite down and tear skin, mark her and take her for himself, just like that.

  He bites down this time, unable to hold back the impulse to mark. His teeth sinks into the soft flesh of her neck. She's so soft, so sweet. Even her blood is sweet. He's careful not to bite too hard. He wants to mark her, not hurt her. He wants her to bear his mark and smell like his all the time, wants anyone looking at her to know that she belongs to him. She lets out a broken, needy moan, writhing against his body, struggling for any friction she can find like a cat in heat. Perhaps she is in heat. That would explain why she smells so enticing, why it's so easy to do claim her, why his wolf wants more than anything to have her.

  He shifts his mouth from her neck to her mouth, kissing her with the same desperately he hears in her whimpered moans. His free hand grasps the collar of her dress, tugging down so he can lick the delicate skin of her collarbone. She smells clean, like soap and... milk for some reason. He tastes it on her tongue too, innocent and lovely.

  The potent scent of her arousal hits every nerve ending in his body and he groans, releasing her wrists so he can palm her soft breasts. She's so tiny and so soft. He doesn't understand how someone so perfect and tiny can be so soft everywhere.

  It is not as though he's never had sex before. He's a virile wolf. Women threw themselves at him without a care, thinking him their tickets to a better life. He had women strip naked in his office. His receptionist seems to think his outrage is an appropriate way of dealing with them. He doesn't sleep with random women.

  He pays whores, high end escorts, for their silence. He doesn't want a body to warm his bed. He wants a mate and he doesn't just want any mate. He wants one like her. He first understood his own obsession with half shifts when he was eighteen and laid his eyes on one. She had been with an Alpha much like himself. Alpha Damien loves his mate but he does not let her out often. She is a small thing, a kitten in everything but age. She's twenty-one and pregnant.

  He saw her in a hospital, hand on her tummy and smiling at everything that moves, but her smile is positively luminescent when she's looking at her mate. He wants someone who looks at him like that, like he is her entire world.

  He had tried dating, naturally. None of his relationships last. He knows what he wants is unnatural. Unhealthy, even. He had done his best to put that aching need behind him.

  Until now.

  She arches into his touch, whimpering and saying something unintelligible and he closes his fingers around her breast until he has her nipple trapped between them. He pinches hard and feels her legs clench around his hips, her responsive moans nearly enough to make him want to rip down the rest of her clothes and fuck her right there at the threshold of what was her cage and a few steps from freedom.

  He is patient, though. He wants her on the bed, pinned beneath him, begging desperately and writhing from an overload of sensation. He wants her somewhere safe, somewhere without Alex looking at them enviously and smelling like he very much wants to join in.

  "Not here, darling," he says.

  She considers a moment, white ears folding back in consideration. And then, in a soft, uncertain voice, she whispers, "Room?"

  He barks out a laugh. "No, no. Not your room." Though he is curious to see if she really is as virginal as she smells. Usually, he can tell because lovers carry a hint of each other's scents no matter how hard they try to wash it off but he can never be too sure. Danny's scent lingers in the house, though barely, like he's not there very often and she doesn't carry his scent at all. Her face falls and he quickly continues, "Home, kitten," he says, standing up and then lifting her into his arms. She doesn't weight a thing. "I'm taking you home and we're doing this properly."

  She brightens immediately, scent bursting with that cherry blossom scent he associates with joy and contentment.

  Alex is looking at them bug-eyed, like he can't quite understand why he's still there but can't bring himself to move away. "Drive us home," Theodore tells him and he rushes to comply.

  Chapter Six: Knot

  "It's alright," he coaxes and she whimpers on the bed, naked and trusting.

  "Master Teddy," she whines, rubbing her cheek on his pillows, breathing in deep. She like his scent too. That's a good start.

  Now that they're alone, he can smell her better and it's only too clear that she's on the cusp of her heat. She's whimpering, crying a little out of desperately.

  "Master Teddy, please," she cries, pressing her cheek to his pillow and stretching her arms behind her to spread herself open, fur-covered fingers pulling the soft flesh of her asscheeks apart lewdly. Her tail perks upwards, the tip coiling and touching the small dip of her back. She has a lovely pussy, naturally naked with not a hair in sight. There's fur on her ankles too, white and pure, like her.

  "Shh..." he rumbles. "I'm here. I'm here," he says, running his hand over her smooth legs as he climbs onto the bed.

  "Please, Master Teddy," she whimpers feebly.

  He rumbles in reply, trying to be soothing but ends up sounding threatening instead. His clothes are off already and his cock is throbbing. It had been throbbing since before the car ride back here. It is torture of the more delightful sort. His hands are shaking and he wants more than anything to fuck her already. But his control is paper thin. He doesn't want to accidentally hurt her on their first mating. She's a very small thing. He sits up over her and cups he waist, tipping her backside so he can rub his cock along it, lazily thrusting at her as she whines out.

  "Please, please," she begs, rocking her hips back, wanting more than just the sensation of his cock along her folds. He finds the hole between her slick pussy with his fingers and isn't too surprise to find it soaked with slick. His fingers teased around her entry and pushes inward, rubbing at her virginal hole until he feels it, the soft virginal wall. She jerks forward, pulling away from his fingers even though she had wanted him so desperately just seconds earlier. "Ah- hurts, Master Teddy."

  He chuckles and lets her buck away. He doesn't want to take her virginity with his finger. "I know, darling. That's because you haven't done this before," he whispers, leaning down to press his tongue into her hole, licking up her slit and feeling around her soft wetness.

  "Oh!" she bites her lips and clenches her eyes clo
sed. "Oh, Master- Master Teddy- it feels- it feels weird, "she whimpers.

  He spreads her pussy hole wide and licks at her slick gain and again, tongue prodding hungrily, not caring the lewd sounds he's making as he tastes her slick hungrily. Her body is made to be soft and yielding. He knows she will be able to take him once the time comes, regardless of their difference in size. She's so lovely, so, so perfect.

  "Oh, oh, Master- Master, please," she whimpers.

  He prods deeper, tongue going into her soft hole, opening her walls and fingers digging into her skin where he's holding her by her hips to keep her from pulling away. He presses his tongue as deep as he can, touching and teasing without letting up. Her thighs tremble and her toes curl as she whines, desire beginning to stir in her body.

  She's making all sorts of wonderful, lewd noises and he is glad that he had the foresight to record it. He has his home security camera turned on and he knows he would have a pleasant time watching this later on.

  When his tongue pulls out and he replaces the emptiness with his fingers, she rocks into him instead of trying to free herself this time, undulating into his fingers in search of the friction of his fingers against her walls. His fingers spread wide and she hisses at the burn, scent souring with pain for a split second before her arousal surges again. He can see inside her like this, wet and red and ever so lovely. Deeper, he thinks to himself. When he fucks her, he will be able to go deeper than his fingers can because he is careful not to ruin her hymen just yet. He wants it to be special. Memorable.

  "Please," she cries, tears wetting the sides of her face and his pillow.

  He can't help himself. He turns her around and licks up her face, tasting the salt of her tears. He looms over her, spreading her legs wide so that his cock head is pressing between her pussy lips and he is wetting himself with her slick. Despite her initial eagerness, she is afraid now. Fear makes her breath catch and she is trembling as he presses into her hole. It's too big to fit, too big because she is tensing and clenching her body, unintentionally closing her hole.

  "Relax, kitten," he peppers her face with kisses. "Relax. I'm going to take care of you now," he says. "You don't have to worry about a thing. I've got you."

  "Master- Master Teddy," she cries when the head of his cock squeezes past her tight walls and fills into her, opening her up with only a little resistance. Her body is made for this, made for him. He feels her walls clench down on his cock and he hisses.

  Her paws pressed on his chest, trying to push him away in her fear. He kisses her and licks up her cheek again and again, hushing her as his hands on her waist keep her pinned in place.

  "Hurts. It hurts, Master," she cries and it's terrible how sweet her cries sound, how lovely her tears are.

  He sinks deeper into her, pushing and pulsing his cock in and out of her tight hole, forcing her body to take more and more of him until he is all the way inside of her body, pushing past the virgin wall even as she cries out sharply in pain.

  "Ah- ah," she gasps.

  "That's it, love," he says, forcing her insides to shift, to adjust and make room for his cock. He can feel himself inside of her soft body when he puts his hands on her stomach. She's such a little thing that he thinks he could fuck all the way up to her heart, but that's anatomically impossible. His hand shake as he pulls out and then sinks back in. She's perfect, so tight and wonderful. The slick sounds are loud, but not as long as her gasping breathes and her hiccuping cries. "That's my sweet thing," he kisses her again, licking into her gasping mouth. She tastes lovely. He continues pumping his cock in and out of her, thrusting lazily as her body makes room for him.

  "Master- Master Teddy," she sobs. "Master Teddy, please- wants- wants-" she hiccups again and then inhales sharply when he pulls back and thrusts forward with intent this time. The friction makes him growl, lips parting as he keeps her down, keeps her pliant. She is opening to him, her body no longer resisting.

  "What do you want, love?" he asks.

  She gasps, lips parting as she clutches blindly at him. "Wants- Master- Master Teddy," she whines, possibly too innocent to know the right words for what her body craves.

  "Want my knot, kitten? Want me to come inside you and fill you with my seed?"

  Her cheeks take a lovely pink hue and her head jerks up and down a little. "Please, Master Teddy?" she whimpers, sweet and innocent, even as she has her legs wrapped around him and is grinding up to take his cock.

  "I want to hear you say it, kitten."

  "Say?" she echoes, the skin between her forehead wrinkling, her cat ears twisting back.

  "Yes, puppet. Say you want my knot, my cock," he growls, sliding back inside her in a slow, wet motion that causes her to let out a low keen from the back of her throat.

  "Master- Mater Teddy, please," she whimpers. "I want- I want your knot," she cries out, lips parted as she clutches his shoulders.

  She's absolutely perfect. He begins to move faster, hips jerking forward with intent as she gasps with each wet slap. The bad groans under the pressure, unused such rigorous exercise. Sweat trickles down her brow, mixing with the tear tracks on her cheeks. Such a sweet little thing, so eager to please. He rewards her by spreading her thighs and folding her legs until her feet are up on his shoulder.

  The change in anger lets him deeper and gives him more control. Every thrust causes her to cry out in pleasure, moaning and pulling back as he fills her all the way to the hilt. She's so small still. It's a miracle he had fit all the way inside of her. He kisses her hard, biting her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood before pulling back, tasting metal on his tongue.

  She sobs, trying to match his rhythm, trying to move and participate instead of just taking his cock but unable to do anything but stay still and let him fuck into her tight heat.

  She let out soft sounds, unable to keep them down. They're lovely noises, rhythmic to each thrust he gives. As his pace increases, so does her gasping, hiccuping moans.

  "Master- Master Teddy," she whines, her voice shrill and perfect. He groans and pumps harder, wrapping and arm around her back with his fingers gripping the base of her tail. She lets out a lovely little cry when he gives it an experimental tug. The sound goes straight to his cock and he feels his cock pulsing inside of her warm heat, pleasure rushing to his head as he comes inside her, hot seed filling her and overfilling almost straight away, spilling over the sides of his cock and out to wet her inner thighs. "Ah- ah," she gasps.

  "That's it, kitten. Perfect little kitten," he growls, rubbing his cheek to hers.

  Her walls clench around his cock when she orgasms, prompting him to spill out a second time and she whimpers out at the tight fit, the way his cock is pulsing and hardening still, growing at the base to keep his seed trapped, keep her body from letting his seed go to waste. "I'm full, Master," she whimpers.

  "I know, kitten. I know," he says just to make her feel better. He is so much larger than her and she is so very small. "I'm going to take care of you. Everything's going to be alright now," he says. "You're mine. My mate. I'll give you everything you could ever want," he promises.

  She surprises him when she leans up to lick at his face, leaving her scent on his skin as well. "Promise, Master?"

  "Promise."

  That seems to soothe her because she collapses onto the pillows, smiling dazedly at him as he grooms her as he pleases, lazily licking at her neck and cheek affectionately to soothe her while his knot continues to throb inside her tight walls, keeping his seed locked inside of her.

  Chapter Seven: Breed

  She wakes to aches and pains all over, her poor hole throbbing with an ache that is utterly unfamiliar to her and it takes a second for her to realize that he's still inside her, his manhood still throbbing hard, as though doing it's best to keep his seed stuffed up inside of her. Her chest is aching a little too, especially her nipples. She remembers him sucking on them earlier and blushes. She's laying on his chest, legs straddling his wide hips and sprawled out like she's trying
to tan her back.

  The lower half of her body is a sticky mess of slick and seed, warm liquid leaking out from her hole even with his manhood inside her. She tries to push herself up and frowns when she feels his strong arm coiled around her waist, trapping her to him even in his sleep. The more she tries to push up, the tighter his grip seems to grow.

  He is asleep, though, breathing deep through his nose and letting out rumbling purrs when he exhales. She likes the way their skin feel together. He's very warm and he's holding her like she's too important to let go. It's nice. She stops trying to free herself and leans back down instead, pressing her cheek to his chest. The tips of her cat ears rub the underside of his chin when she tries to swivel them around so she can hear his heartbeat and he comes awake with a huff, hands around her waist growing tight enough to make her difficult to breathe.

  "Master Teddy," she whimpers, wriggling a little.

  "If you keep moving like that, kitten, I'm going to pin you into the bed and start fucking you again."

  "What's fucking?" she asks and he barks out a laugh at her question.

  "Mating, my love," he says, kissing the top of her head. "It's a crude way of saying 'mating'."

  "Oh," she murmurs. Humans with their confusing words. Danny used to teach her words when she was younger. He would bring her books and tell her to read, but she likes laying in the sun more and playing with the toys he brings her. She likes listening to him talk more than she likes understand what he means. "Pet me, Master?" she pleads.

  She likes it here with Master Teddy. He doesn't care about teaching her words and he doesn't lock her up in their home when he leaves. He promises to bring her out once the people with the cameras stop bothering them so much and get used to her, though. He wants to show her outside, which is very sweet of him, but she doesn't care much about what's outside.