The Alpha’s Tempting Mate

Foxfire

I dream of running through the long grass, chasing something small and tasty. The brush parts to reveal a barbecue sandwich. An obvious trap. I sniff around, and finally pounce. At the last minute, I look up at the big bad wolf looming over me-

I jerk awake. It’s early, but I slept well and am wide awake.

Tank’s curled around me, a rather large part of his anatomy digging into my bottom. I don’t remember falling asleep-or curling into his arms. He must have pulled me close afterward. Unless he’s already awake?

I rub my backside against him. Impossibly, his cock grows bigger and harder.

I roll and take him in hand. “I’m horny,” I tell him.

His brown eyes flit over me, his features a little softer with sleep. Handsome, but a bit more approachable.

I grin with all my teeth. “May I suck you?”

A pause, and then he moves in a blur. He flips me onto my back. “Don’t want your mouth,” he growls, and spreads my legs. His head lowers to my pussy.

He licks into me, long, hard strokes that drive me toward Orgasm Town. “Tank,” I chant, my knees swaying in the air. “Oh, Tank, oooh.” As pleasure ebbs through me, he licks every bit of me clean then climbs up and presents his cock. Now he wants my mouth. I crane my head to suck as much as he’ll let me.

He leans over to the bedside. A crinkle of a packet, and he moves away from me, rolling a condom onto his giant, perfect, rigid cock.

Thank you, baby Jesus.

He picks me up and props my legs over his shoulders. When he sets the head of his cock at my entrance, I’m almost folded in half.

“Ready?” His gaze rolls over me, face no longer blank but heated, active interest there.

“Yes. God, yes.” I grip the bedspread.

He slams into me, no holding back, no warmup. I’m soaking wet. My head flies back as he drills into me, but it’s perfect. He draws out and does it again, the force moving me down the bed. I reach up and grip the headboard.

“That’s it, baby. Hold on.”

He fucks me hard, punishing thrusts that drive me closer to orgasm. He drives fast

}|.

“That’s it. Hold on baby.”

He grips my legs. I was wrong-he was holding back. pummeling my lower half. His giant cock fills every bit of me. My orgasm blows up, ready to envelop me.

“Wait for permission,” he reminds me.

“Please oh please-”

“No.” He squeezes my ass. “Hold off.”

“Have to-” I protest, my orgasm so close I can reach out and take it.

“Now, baby.” And I come, convulsing, body lit up like I’ve been hit by lightning.

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Tank

Fuck. Foxfire thrashes under me, her pussy spasming, gripping me. She’s squeezes so tight, trying to snap off my dick.

“That’s it, baby.” I roll her nipple between my thumb and finger, pinching a little. She cries out again.

I pull out and flip her over, admiring the slight redness on her bottom. I cover her with my body, dragging her close with an arm around her middle. “You know what happens to naughty foxes?”

She’s still crying out in the grips of orgasm. “They get fucked-hard.”

I thrust into her from behind. She’s so wet, I bottom out immediately. Holding her tight, listening for the slightest sound of distress, I plow her, taking care to swivel my hips and fill every part of her.

I cock one of her legs up and send my cock deeper. Fuck. I want to live inside her. I pause to slide my hand down her front, between her legs. Her pussy spasms as I find her clit.

“Oh no, Tank, please. It’s too much.”

“Take it, baby,” I growl. “Come as much as you want.” I pull my hand away and turn her over again. I want to see her, face flushed, hair mussed, big eyes filled with stars, looking at me like I’m a hero. She doesn’t disappoint. She has that hazy just-fucked look, but her eyes snap eagerly to mine, and she bites her lip. She wants more.

I bend over her, pulling her into position. I close my teeth over her breast and scrape my teeth over her nipple a few times before rising up to give her what she needs.

I’m half off the bed, standing on my right leg, one knee digging into the bedspread. I grab her legs and lift her to meet me. She wraps her legs around my middle.

I give it to her again, hard. With every thrust, the headboard goes thump, thump, thump, hitting the wall.

“Hang on,” I order, and she reaches for the slats again, doesn’t quite make it.

“Tank,” she moans. “I’m coming-”

“Come for me, baby,” I order and root myself deep. My cock pulses filling the condom, I wish for a second I was filling her pussy, burying my seed deep inside her. She should bear my mark, carry my pups.

I draw a hand over my face.

Fuck. Less than forty-eight hours, and I’m a goner. Foxfire is a drug, and I’m addicted.

We wash up carefully.

Foxfire pads around the room, touching random items and talking softly to herself. I imagine the pack witnessing a moment like this. Two things happen at once. My heart squeezes with a surge of protectiveness and affection for the princess of La La Land. And I see her through their eyes-the crazy girl who makes Tank lose his good sense. Lose his place in the pack. Just like my mom did for my dad. Am I ready for that consequence?

Fuck, no.

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“Tank?” she calls, and I’m halfway out of the bathroom before she finishes her sentence. “You need to see this.”

She crouches next to the bed.

I pull the toothbrush out of my mouth. “What? What is it?”

Foxfire look up with a guilty expression. “Here.” she gestures. I come around the bed to see what’s wrong.

“What is it?”

Foxfire lays her hand on the frame. “Right here.” A crack in the wood. The slat is sagging. “We broke the bed.”

She puts her hand on it, and the thing groans, creaking lower under the strain. One corner of the bed does look lower than the rest. The bedclothes are strewn halfway across the room. The picture above the bed hangs askew. Her eyes dance with merriment.

This is what she’s done to me. My neat, rule-abiding life looks like a hurricane just roared through it.

We pack up and head out of the hotel, leaving a wad of cash on the comforter for the breakage. Foxfire’s mom had better make an appearance soon because I can’t stick around Flagstaff all week. Even if I’m already dying for another fuck session with Foxfire. But I can’t keep claiming her like she’s mine.

Hell, if she only knew how much I wanted to mark her in that bed. Not mark her with my cum, but with my teeth. As in, make her my mate for life. Which means…

My wolf has fallen, fallen hard.

So, why do I have this underlying dread about getting involved with her?

Oh yeah. Because of my mom.