All Chapters of The Alpha's Smutty Library: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Susie’s POVZach closed the remaining distance between us without a word. He stopped close enough that I could feel the heat of his body. His gaze stayed on mine.“Understood,” he said quietly.I reached for the waistband of his sweatpants, dragged them down far enough to free his cock, and wrapped my fingers around him. He was already thickening under my touch. I stroked him slowly, base to tip, spreading the bead of wetness that appeared at the head with my thumb the way he had taught me. A low breath left him. His cock swelled fully in my fist, the vein along the underside pulsing against my palm.I kept my eyes on what I was doing. Looking at his face felt too dangerous.After a minute his hand closed gently around my wrist and stopped me.“Bed,” he said. “On your back.”I obeyed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he knelt between my legs. He pushed my knees wider with his palms and looked down at me — completely open, already glistening.Then he lowered his mouth.The first

Susie’s POVZach closed the book and set it aside. He didn’t ask what I meant. He just turned slightly toward me and listened.“At university,” I continued. “I had my own place. My own schedule. No one was checking where I was or who I talked to or whether I was being ‘responsible.’ I could stay out late or not. I could eat cereal for dinner if I wanted. I could just… exist.” I picked at a loose thread on the couch cushion. “Coming back here after graduation was the worst decision I’ve ever made. The second I walked through the door it all closed in again. The rules. The expectations. The constant sense that I’m still a child they have to manage.”I glanced at him, then away.“I’ve been saving… quietly. Every freelance payment I can spare goes into an account they don’t know about. I’m close. A few more months and I can leave for good. This two-week window while they’re gone is the first time I’ve felt like I can actually plan without someone looking over my shoulder.” I let out a sho

Zach’s POV“I’ve got you,” I repeated, softer. “Just feel it. You’re safe.”She was too deep in the haze to recognize the lie.I let my hips roll with a little more intent, giving her the full drag of my cock against her. At the same time, my hand stroked upward again, cupping her breast beneath the shirt, thumb finding the tightened nipple. She made a broken, sleepy sound and arched the smallest degree into the touch. Her reactions were slower through the haze, but the moment consciousness returned, her energy grew richer.She felt everything, but she still couldn't gather enough will to stop it. I kept her there, suspended between sleep and waking, and continued to take.I let my hand drift lower.The moment my palm settled between her legs she made a soft, fractured sound. She was still wearing the thin sleep shorts; the fabric was already damp. I cupped her fully, fingers pressing against the outside of her pussy through the soaked cotton, and stroked once from entrance to clit a

Susie’s POVHis eyes sharpened, but he said nothing.I kept the pace exact. The same instructional rhythm he had used on me so many times. Broad, steady pulls. A twist at the head. Enough pressure to make him thicken fully in my hand, not enough to give him real relief. When a bead of precome appeared I spread it with my thumb and continued.“The dreams,” I continued. “The way I always woke up exhausted while you looked more rested. The scent that clings to my skin afterward. The way my body answers you even when I don’t want it to. The fact that you knew exactly how to touch me the first time, as if you’d already been inside my head.”I tightened my grip slightly and slowed down even more. His hips shifted once before he locked them still. The muscles in his arms flexed against the scarves.“I looked it up today,” I said. “Incubus,” I whispered the word slowly, stretching each syllable.Zach’s jaw tightened. Still he did not speak.I edged him with patience I had learned from him. Ev

Sheera’s POVThe parking lot was half-full and growing emptier by the minute. It was the perfect time for someone like me to strike. I sat behind my steering wheel with my legs slightly apart, my bare thighs sticking to the warm leather. Every shift dragged my loose black tank top across my breasts. I wore nothing underneath, and the thin fabric offered little protection from the cold air blowing through the vents, leaving my nipples hard and aching. I was already wet.There was nothing polite about how wet I was. I was filthily and shamelessly wet that the seam of my short denim skirt clung to me when I pressed my thighs together. I didn’t press them together. I let them stay open and let the possibility of being seen do its work.This was the thing I did.I was an exhibitionist. I drove to places like this—public lots, quiet side streets near busy sidewalks, the edges of parks where people still walked their dogs and checked their phones—and I touched myself. Sometimes I only edg