by Liz Woody
“So wet for me, baby?” Carson teased, blowing against her pussy. “Look at that pretty cunt.”
Josie vainly closed her legs, or tried to, but Carson kept them firmly apart with his hands. She never had anyone compliment her intimate parts before.
“Relax, babe. I’m going to prep you first by using my hand and mouth before sinking my dick inside you.”
Relieved, she nodded.
Nipping and licking at the lips of her labia, Carson stuck a tongue into the pink folds of her wet heat.
Pausing, Carson said, “I fucking love how you taste, Josie.”
Her hips buckled when he dragged his tongue back to her clit, circling it. Thrusting two fingers in her pussy, Carson finger-banged her while he fastened his mouth over her clit. The pressure was too much for Josie.
“Ready, babe?” he asked.
“Yes,” Josie murmured, aware how slick she was for him.
“We’ll take it slow, until you’re used to the size of me,” he said.
He pushed his cock head into her waiting hole. Pain flared, but only for a moment. Josie felt Carson break the thin barrier of her virginity, before slowly pushing his way inside her. He was so huge she wondered how her pussy managed to accommodate him. Josie could feel her inner muscles, clenching around his shaft.
“Breathe, baby. In and out. That’s good.” Carson’s voice was soothing, comforting and she liked how he eased her into this. “You feel so good, so tight. Ready for me to move?”
She nodded, trusting him completely.
* * * *
Carson couldn’t explain in so many words how proud he was of Josie for taking the leap with him, that out of all the men in the world, she chose him. Gripping the flesh of her hips, Carson began pistoning in and out of her. Slow strokes at first, Carson soon found a rhythm. Taking her lips again, they shared the same breath and their hearts beat the same rhythm.
“Faster, Carson,” she whispered after he released her lips.
Happy to comply, Carson increased the pace of his thrusts. God. Her pussy felt amazing around his shaft. She was mind-blowing. Carson didn’t simply want her body. He craved to know every single detail about his sassy little she-wolf, like what made her tick, what her favorite dessert was, and her other passions aside from baking.
Carson didn’t think he could last, not with Josie’s pussy muscles clamping on his dick. Switching the angle of his thrusts, Carson held her tight and entered her. Josie’s eyes flew wide open and her back arched. Smiling, Carson hit her g-spot again, loving the music of her moans.
She clutched at his shoulders, nails leaving behind half-crescent marks, but Carson didn’t mind seeing her souvenirs on him and his on her sexy body. Knowing they were both close to bursting, he reached for her clit and gave it a pinch.
“Come for me, Josie. Do it now,” he commanded.
With his permission, she came, gasping and panting. He pushed into her several times, before the pressure building inside him finally broke. Head reeling, seeing stars, Carson let out a triumphant growl and exploded into the condom. He could sense their two beasts, coiling around each other, recognizing each one as the missing halves of one whole.
Carson pressed his mouth against the side of Josie’s neck. She grew still, knowing the implication of that bite. He began to pull away, surprised when she pressed the back of his neck, encouraging him. Carson looked her in the eye.
“Josie, I need you to be sure,” he said.
“I’m sure. Being with you makes me feel alive, Carson. You’re the answer to the question I’ve been searching for all my life. My mate.”
“Mine,” he agreed, unsheathing his canines.
He bit into the tender side of her neck, teeth sinking deep into her skin. Their wolves connected on a singular level, becoming one. Breathing hard, he pulled away, licking his lips to clear away the remaining droplets of blood.
“Yours,” she agreed with a smile that went though his heart.
He rolled to his side, bringing her close. Josie nestled against his shoulder. They stayed like that for a few moments. Soon, Carson knew they needed to tend to the wound on her neck, but he was certain the bite was clean. With her strength, Josie would heal quickly.
He gave her a nudge. “Come on, babe. Let’s tend to that bite mark on your neck.”
“Then we can snuggle?” she asked suggestively, making him laugh.
“I love cuddles,” he said.
Carson couldn’t tell her those three little words yet. Not because he wasn’t ready, but because he was certain they would drive her away. They might have taken the easy mating route, but Carson knew there were plenty of challenges ahead. With Josie by his side though, Carson felt like he could conquer the world.
Epilogue
A Month Later
Placing a set of French breads in the display basket gave Josie a perfect view of the store across the street—where Howling for Bread used to be. Like he promised, Carson set up shop ten blocks away from her street and the tickle of customers returned.
Their mating might have occurred in a spur of the moment, but Josie didn’t regret surrendering her purity to Carson. Over the past four weeks, they’d gone out steadily on dates, getting to know each other all over again. So far, Josie liked what she found. No relationship was without its flaws, after all. Carson never failed to make her laugh though, and once he realized he made a mistake, he’d do anything in his power to amend it.
“Why don’t you take off early today and go see him?”
Josie jumped at the sound of Pansy’s voice. Like always, her sister was observant, despite having her legs up the cashier counter while reading a magazine.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Josie pointed out.
Pansy snorted. “I’ve seen you over the past few weeks, sis. You’ve got it bad.”
“Bad?” Josie asked warily. She wondered what Carson was doing now. Moving his operations made him a busy man, but despite all that, he always made time for her. She expelled a sigh. There was no pretending with Pansy anyway.
“Alright then, I owe you one,” she told her sister, taking off her apron.
Heading for the employee break room, Josie grabbed her purse. Pansy gave her a dismissive wave on the way out. Josie closed her eyes for a second. The breeze felt amazing on her face.
Taking her car, she drove all the way to Carson’s place—or rather the apartment they shared. Since she spent most nights over his place, they decided it was best if she moved in instead. Parking by the curb, Josie went upstairs.
Standing outside the apartment, she unlocked the front door and peered inside. It looked like Carson was inside, doing accounts on the dinning room table. Seeing her, Carson broke into an instant smile.
Carson rose to his feet.
“Missed me much, baby?” he teased, shutting the door behind her.
“You bet,” she said. By now, she was no longer afraid to speak her mind, especially when it came to her desires. She peered at the papers on the table and wrinkled her nose. “If you’re busy, I won’t get in your way.”
“You know I’ll always make time for you, babe. I want to show you something.” Carson offered her a hand, which she took. He led her to the kitchen. Seeing the new state-of-the-art ovens, Josie covered her mouth with her hand.
“Oh my, Alpha. Don’t tell me these are all for me.” Josie fluttered her lashes at him, making him laugh.
“For us,” Carson corrected. “I always have fun when we’re both in the kitchen, experimenting with new creations.
“Me too. The ovens are sexy.”
“You’re the sexiest,” he corrected.
He nipped at her ear. Without warning, his hands were suddenly on her waist. With unbelievable ease, he sat her on the edge of the counter, still slightly drizzled with a sprinkle of flour.
“What devious things are going on in that mind of yours?” she asked. He took her lips then, making her toes curl and her insides melt. When he pulled away, there was a fa
miliar wicked grin on his face.
“Are you dying to know?”
Josie knew the ravenous look in his eyes. “On second thought, no. I mean, of all places, you want to do it here, Carson?”
His eyes twinkled with amusement. “Of course, I’ve always wanted to fuck you on the kitchen counter. Let’s take those clothes off you.”
Shuddering with a combination of excitement and pleasure, Josie let him undress her, until she sat naked on the counter.
“Lie down, sweet. I plan to take my time, enjoying my sweet Josephina, all spread out for me to devour.”
She lay on her back, constantly aware of Carson’s appraising gaze.
“What are you doing?” she finally dared ask.
“Reminding myself what a lucky son-of-a-bitch I am.”
She smiled. “I’m the lucky one.”
“I beg to differ.”
Carson bent down to give her a kiss on her lips. With two fingers, he pinched her tits until the bud hardened. Josie shivered in pleasure as he nipped his way downwards, constantly tormenting and teasing her body to its limits. Moving so her pussy was angled at his face, Carson nuzzled her inner thighs, his stubble a contrast to her smooth skin. She groaned.
“Steady, babe.” Carson pried her thighs wider, before plunging his tongue into her glistening folds. “Keep your hands above your head. Can you do that for me?”
Josie nodded, pinning her wrists above her head. She was suddenly aware of how she looked, body all stretched out for Carson. Blushing, Josie could see her nipples and the bite mark he’d left behind the night before on her left.
“Perfect,” he murmured, licking his way into her folds.
God. She could die of pleasure right there and then. He thrust two fingers in her, and sucked on her clit.
“Carson, please!”
“Let me hear you come, love,” he ordered.
With a cry, she came hard and fast. Panting, she looked up at him with haze-filled eyes, gaze dropping to the erection still hidden in his jeans. Sitting up on the counter until her knees touched his jeans, Josie worked the button of his jeans and unzipped him. Carson helped her, speeding up the process until they were both naked as the day they were born.
Gripping the globes of her ass firmly, Carson slipped his cock in her. Pussy still wet from her orgasm, Carson experienced no problem pushing in. Moaning, she clawed at his broad shoulders while he held her hips. He began pumping in and out of her, thrusts moving from slow to fast. Josie knew she wouldn’t be able to hold off long. Each time he entered her, her pussy became slicker with need.
“God, Josie. Your cunt feels amazing.”
“So does your cock, Alpha.”
“Baby, don’t be crude. You know how that drives me mad with lust,” Carson protested.
Josie let him hear her evil chuckle. A mischievous gleam sparkled in his eyes. Uh-oh.
“Hold on to your seat, baby. I’m going to make you come so hard, but you’re still going to beg me for more,” he whispered against her ear.
“Is that a threat?”
“A promise,” he corrected.
Carson ratcheted the speed of his thrusts, the force of their love making the expensive Italian-veined marble top vibrate. Each time Carson’s body connected with hers, Josie felt their souls and beasts touching, recognizing each other as soul mates. Nothing ever felt so right or so good. Looping her arms around his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist, Josie brought Carson closer. Their lips touched. Tongues and teeth tangled. Carson continued pumping in and out of her, reducing both of them to pants. God. Each time Carson entered her, his steel-hard member hit her swollen clit.
Releasing her mouth, he commanded, “Come for me, baby.”
Vision swaying, the room fell away from Josie’s line of sight. All that mattered was their sweat-slicked flesh and their wolves, so perfect for each other like the missing pieces of a puzzle. The pressure building inside Josie burst.
Screaming out Carson’s name, Josie came hard and fast all over Carson’s dick. Gripping her ass cheeks, Carson pushed into her several times, before letting out his triumphant growl. Carson shot his load into her waiting pussy. This time, they didn’t bother with protection, seeing as they no longer needed it.
Josie prayed to God Carson’s seed would catch. Lately, they’d been talking about having a family and both of them wanted pups. Josie could see it now, little beautiful and handsome wolf cubs who looked like both Carson and her. They would make a complete set. Naturally they’d be doting parents, but one or two of the brood would take to baking, wouldn’t they?
Carson slumped against her after, kissing her on the mouth again. “We’re not done yet, baby.”
She raised an eyebrow. “We’re not?”
“I planned on cooking us dinner, but we skipped all the way to dessert.” Carson got off her.
They retrieved their clothes and cleaned themselves and the counter. Josie approached him, loving how he automatically pulled her into his embrace like she naturally belonged in his arms. Josie traced lazy circles on his chest.
“And what does appetizer and the main course entail?” she asked.
“You and you?” Carson gave her a sheepish smile. “Actually, I wanted to surprise you with something. Let’s take a shower.”
Josie pouted. “Why?”
“We’re going out on a drive.”
“A drive? We’re eating out now?” Josie asked.
“Nope.”
The man became unbearable like this, especially when Carson knew how awful Josie was with surprises.
“No clue at all?” Josie asked. He somehow managed to nudge her into the shower. She scowled when he joined her in the tiny shower enclosure. “Can’t you wait your turn, Alpha? You aren’t exactly small.”
Carson’s grin didn’t falter. “This can’t wait.”
“Are you just using that as a reason to fuck me again?”
At those words, Carson spun her by the shoulders and teased her still-slicked slit with his wet cock head. She groaned, her heavy breasts pressing against the tiles. Damn it, but the lofty Alpha knew how much shower sex turned her on. Without needing words, Carson made love to her again, this time slow and sweet.
Unsurprisingly, Josie came in moments, breaths shuddering as he shot his load into her cunt once more.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” Carson confessed in her ear. “Now I can’t even remember why we’re in here.”
“You have a surprise for me,” Josie said.
She assumed Carson would forget all about going out. Staying in, ordering take-out and binge-watching shows on Netflix appealed to her more than eating at a stuffy restaurant anyway. Besides, staying in meant they would have more time for sex. Who didn’t want that?
“I did. Let’s finish up. Baby, don’t distract me again, or I’ll be tempted to give you a spanking,” Carson warned.
“You’re serious,” Josie said in realization.
He kissed his mate mark on her neck. “Of course.”
“Oh fine, I promise to be good,” Josie muttered, albeit a little grumpily.
They took turns soaping and shampooing each other. True to her word, Josie didn’t employ any funny business. After toweling each other off, Josie turned to her side of the closet in Carson’s room. To be fair, she’d hijacked his entire closet. He offered anyway. He kept arguing they needed a bigger space.
“Are we going anywhere fancy?” Josie asked.
Carson shook his head, still wearing his enigmatic smile. She glared at him. Still no use. Sighing, she settled for jeans, a plain shirt and her favorite leather jacket. She was relieved to see Carson wasn’t overdressed either. They took his bike. By now, Josie was used to the thrill of the ride. She wrapped her arms around his waist, loving the wind on her face and his familiar scent and warmth. When they passed the town center where all the restaurants were, she frowned.
Instead, Carson took her to an unfamiliar neighborhood she’d never been to before. C
arson cut the engine in front of an empty lot and they dismounted.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“About this patch of dirt?” Josie asked, unable to keep the skepticism out of her voice.
“Our patch of dirt, baby.”
Josie’s hand flew to her mouth. “Say that again?”
He tugged her close and kissed her before answering. “We’re going to build our house here. Our home.”
Carson couldn’t have made things any clearer.
“I love you so damn much, Carson Fox.”
“I love you too, Josie.”
The End
ABOUT LIZ:
Liz Woody is a tree hugger, a vegan and a yoga enthusiast who happens to love writing about sassy virgins and the alpha males who love them. You can find Liz either writing at her mahogany desk or exploring trees to climb.
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Sandy: Try hard. Two little words that have galled me my entire life. Find a man to mate. Bring honor to the pack. Those are the words my father drilled into my head ever since I was a wolf pup. I’m not exactly any Alpha’s ideal mate. I’ve curves in the wrong places and I’m plain looking. I’m an accountant she-wolf who harbors dark fantasies about a man who’s able to handle me.
Such a man doesn’t exist...until the day I meet werewolf Alpha Danny White.
Danny: The moment I saw her, I knew Sandy’s the one. One whiff, a kiss, a touch and I know she’s my woman. Sandy doesn’t remember me, but I do. Years ago, a certain girl changed my life. Saved my soul, and that’s her. Sandy might not believe in fated encounters or love, but I like a good challenge. I’m going to make Sandy mine, no matter the cost.
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“Let me make it clear then, Sandy. I want you. Not your father’s connections or anything else, just you.”
Sandy let out a shaky laugh. “Me? Give me a break. In the end, all Alphas are vain creatures. They want the perfect and ideal mate—model-thin with model-like looks—”
She didn’t finish. Danny eliminated any need to talk when he grabbed the back of her head, tilted her face and angled her for a kiss. The solid press of his chest crushed her breasts. Sandy only became wetter, her panties practically soaking. Once those lips met hers, claimed hers, any shred of hesitation vanished. Danny pushed her against the table, caging his body with hers, but Sandy didn’t want to fight or resist, not when this felt so good it had to be wrong.
