FEW HOURS BEFORE
BLADE’S POV:
Fuck!
Those words invaded my mind the second my eyes snapped open. They moved on their own accord to the source of my building arousal and unrivaled pleasure.
Down by my groin, the familiar strawberry blonde curls of Natalie - my personal maid - came to view with her pink lips wrapped generously around my cock.
A wave of delicious shivers shot up my body, similar to the ones that had woken me up, as I watched this seductive woman suck on me with lust-filled dedication that showed that all she wanted in this blissful moment was to please me.
As it should fucking be.
I let out a guttural groan, swearing softly under my breath when Natalie plunged my cock deep into her tight throat before bringing it out and swirling her tongue in an erotic dance on its tip, then repeating the process of running the length down her throat - deeper than before.
Fuck, she was a naughty little devil - just the way I loved my women.
Natalie’s head suddenly sprang up, much to my slight irritation, and she flashed me a sultry smile that mostly disgusted my wolf.
Within me, he was restless. He was a prude little bastard who hated whenever I had other women around. Their scents always felt pungent to him and deep down, I knew that it was because none of these women who frequented my bed were my mate.
“Good morning, Alpha Blade. I was hoping that this would put you in a good mood today.” Her tone was light and full of teasing, accentuating her lovely face.
Regardless of how beautiful Natalie may be or how much she threw herself at me in hopes of winning my heart, I felt nothing for her. Beyond her round hips that always clung generously down her maid uniform and medium supple breasts, Natalie wasn’t my type of woman.
Not even in the slightest.
She was too loud. Too deceptive. Too desperate. It repulsed me more than I’d love to show. However, it couldn’t change the fact that my personal maid was a hot fuck and when she’s bent over, moaning wildly and screaming my name, I was willing to put up with whatever baggage came with her.
“I’ll be in a better mood if you stopped talking and keep that mouth open for me.” With that, my hands reached out to her head, pulling her down to my rock hard member.
Natalie didn’t dare resist, instead she went back to worshiping my cock. I watched with rapt attention as the head of my dripping rod was swallowed up in rapid up and down movements that opened up a pit of growing sensual anticipation and hunger in me.
Heat clouded my senses and sweat trickled down my forehead, and with a low growl, I wrapped my hands around Natalie’s blonde hair, making a fist of it.
She let a small gasp of pleasure when I began thrusting devotedly into her mouth, not stopping even when she gasped for air and drenched my cock in trickles of saliva.
I fucked her mouth and I bet she loved it like the good little slut that she was. Afterall, she kept up with my pace and tried slopping and sucking down as much as she could.
“Look at me,” I said in raspy breaths, and on command, Natalie’s dazed green eyes met mine, staring up at me in a way that made plunging into her so much more worth it.
The sensation of wanton ecstasy travelled up my spine in hot, burning waves. My pool of endless hunger was yet to be satiated and thus, I wasted not one second before I pulled Natalie up without warning.
My lips devoured hers in a heartbeat and although I didn’t quite like the taste of her tongue as I sucked on them, I pushed my subtle repulsion and wolf’s nagging to the back of my head. I bit on her soft lips and Natalie moaned sensually into my mouth.
My hands travelled down her curvy body and in her position over me with her thick thighs on both sides, I grabbed a handful of her ass, running my fingers up the back of her maid uniform and undoing them.
They came apart quickly and I loved that she didn’t waste time in ripping the garment off her body. Her plentiful boobs bounced free and without an invitation, one hand fondled on them, lifting it up to my lips and flickering my tongue over her pointy nipples.
Natalie cried out in pleasure and shoved her tits closer to my face, demanding more attention, more of my tongue on them. I wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction.
Chuckling darkly at a desperate and highly aroused Natalie, I ripped her off my body and instantly flipped her over, so that her well-rounded ass hung up in the air to me.
“Dirty girl.” My fingers came down on her ass in a loud spank bound to leave imprints on her. Good, I wanted it to.
“Oh, god…” Natalie gasped out, her voice a weak mewl.
I stroked my rigid cock in my hands, already leaking with precum and coated in layers to Natalie’s saliva. The need to bury myself in her wet pussy doubled by the second.
Her core glistened with moistness from my view and I trailed up my finger from her thigh to the entrance of this pulsing pool of wetness. She wiggled her ass, her patience running thin and anticipation high in the air.
I chuckled again and I dipped my finger into her pussy painstakingly slow, loving the way her juices coated my fingers. Perhaps if she was another woman whom I adored, I’d have taken pleasure in sucking off those juices off my finger and getting high off her taste.
“Please… A-alpha. Please…” Natalie whimpered when I continued my slow torture of plunging my fingers into her tight cunt and playing with her clit.
“Please what, Natalie?” I didn’t stop.
“God, please. F-fuck me. Take me however way you want.” Her desperation was almost as thick of the arousal in the air.
“Such a whore.” I growled hungrily, finally bringing my endlessly teasing to an end. “Say it.”
“What?”
I drew myself closer to her, rubbing my cock at her entrance and relishing at just how wet it felt on my tip. I groaned deeply.
“Say that you’re my whore.”
“I am…” She trailed off, breathing out heavily when I edged slowly into her but pulling out just as fast. “Oh, fuck!.”
“Fucking say it, Natalie.” I spanked her ass hard, loving the small whimper she gave off.
“I’m the Alpha’s whore!” She cried out.
Then I plunged right into her, holding nothing back. Her cunt squeezed down hard on my cock and warmth spread through my groin, filling my head and body with hot desire.
“Fuck, so tight.” I let out a sharp breath.
Natalie screamed out a sound coated with her pleasure and a few gibberish like she did each time I was in her. My head was lost in a world of primal hunger and the flame burning in me could only be extinguished in the way I gave myself over to pumping non-stop into Natalie.
Her wild moans filled the dark room and her hands clutched hard on the sheets as she tried to handle the merciless fucking I gave her. I loved the way my cock stretched her out and the slapping sound of our skin in the room. It drove my building release further and I chased after it with each thrust.
“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” I growled, holding down her ass with my hands and going deeper.
Natalie seemed to be on cloud nine, panting and crying out gibberish.
“Yes, tear me apart! I want you to use me, Alpha. It feels so good.”
“Sluts like you deserve to be used. Once I’m done fucking you, my name is all you’d remember for weeks to come.” I plunged faster into her.
“Oh, yes… Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Our erotic back and forth continued and while I occasionally spanked her soft ass, I felt my release coming. This only made me thrust deeper and faster, ignoring her pleas for me to go easy on her. I wanted to break Natalie, to have her forever this morning as the day she was fucked good enough to cause an addiction. I wanted her to remember my name - Alpha Blade Sparrow, the ruler of the North Rivermoon pack.
While my orgasm approached, a loud bang on my door tore through the intense moment, and seconds after, the door was thrown open by no other than my mother, Reyna Sparrow - former Luna of North Rivermoon pack.
“What in the goddess’ name is going on here!”
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