Page 22 of The Alpha’s Seer (The Shifters of Stormhollow #1)

Chapter Twenty-Two

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Calix has lost his mind, and I love it.

He’s running—yes, running—with me over his shoulder, intending to fuck me to death, and I can’t wait.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I can’t stop thinking about his dick, or his lips—anything on this man turns me into a wet mess. So I wound him up about other men—and boy, was it worth it.

He drops me to my feet, chest heaving as he shoves me against a tree.

“Calix! I’m naked!” I shriek as he breathes on me through his nose, his eyes glowing in the darkness.

“Just how I like you,” he grunts, spinning me around and dragging my ass to him. “You asked about other wolves smelling your cunt, right?”

He smacks my legs apart, and heat surges through me, making my pussy lips throb. I let out a moan as he cups my mound, his other hand wrapping around my throat as he pulls me upright, back to chest.

“This,” he rasps, tightening his grip on my pussy, “is mine. Let me show you who you belong to.”

Oh, my God.

My legs tremble when he spits into his hand, and I turn to see him massaging it into his dick. My eyes widen at the angry purple head staring back at me, but before I can say a word, he’s rubbing it against my entrance.

“Wait!” I beg, but Calix does not wait. I don’t know what I want him to wait for; I just want to be in control.

Calix reminds me I’m not. I’m so fucking out of control it’s laughable.

He thrusts into me in one swift movement, his hand tightening around my throat as he stills, my sore pussy protesting around his dick as it tries desperately to accommodate it.

Calix licks my cheek, and I turn to him, our mouths meeting in hot, feverish kisses. When he draws his hips back, I swear he’s impaling me with a tree trunk because I’ve never felt anything so big between my thighs.

“Fuck!” he hisses, slamming back into me as splintering pain rips through my core, followed by the most destructive pleasure I’ve ever experienced. The tightening of my airways means I’m focusing on breathing more than the destruction of my pussy, but his other hand grips my hip so hard it burns.

I’m fucking a werewolf! I panic, my hands clawing at the bark as I try to survive.

“You need to scream, mate,” Calix rasps, twisting my head so he can see my mouth. “Tell these wolves who you belong to.”

I want to tell him I can’t breathe, but I can’t speak.

Thrust after thrust, he destroys me, not giving a damn about whether I’m enjoying it, even though I am.

Despite the pain, a shuddering pleasure grows within my stomach, dancing through my swollen pussy lips and throbbing around his mammoth dick.

“My whore.”

Oh, God. I’ve read so many books where men speak dirty to their women but never—

“Is it hurting, mate? Do you enjoy having your Alpha taking you like this for everyone to see?”

My Alpha?!

“I’m going to fill your pussy with so much cum you’re not going to go a week without sodden panties,” he grunts into my ear, his hands moving from my neck to my stomach, then my hips.

I fall forward, my fingers brushing the twigs and the dirt as he fucks me better than I’ve ever been fucked in my life. I can’t see through the tears of passion, pain, and utter fucking disbelief.

I’m fucking an animal!

Terror and desire overtake me, and I don’t know what to do with it—part of me wants to run, but another never wants him to stop.

That part wins.

“I love taking your dick,” I say, experimenting with the words I’ve only ever read in books. “You’re so big, you’re tearing me apart.”

“I will tear you apart!” Calix slaps my ass before picking up speed, and I wonder how the hell he’s managing to fuck me so fast I can’t see.

My vision is blurry, my ears ring, and I can barely breathe.

Pleasure cramps my insides, and I ride it, praying I’m going to get a release from a man’s touch rather than my own, but then he stops, pulling out of me so suddenly I almost scream.

I can’t stand on my jelly-like legs, but I twist to glare at him over my shoulder.

He’s not even breaking a sweat!

He stares at me with a grin so wicked I moan, falling to my hands and knees as he falls to his knees behind me.

“Are you sorry you said those things, sugar?” Calix croons, parting my legs and sliding his hand in to stroke what’s left of my pussy.

“Yes,” I half sob, angry and needy as he plays with me. “Please, Calix.”

“Hmm?” He sounds distracted, and then I feel him opening me up and his hot breath on my clit.

“Ohhh…” I moan as his tongue swirls around my fragile state, soothing and kissing softly.

“Ass up,” Calix commands gruffly, lifting me by my hips so my ass is in the air. “Palms flat.”

The front of my thighs are resting on his shoulders, and my cheeks flush when he buries his face into my pussy.

“Oh, Calix!” I moan, my palms smashed against fuck knows what as he eats me.

His lips kiss and caress every sore part while his tongue slides around like it knows its way and it’s home.

He sucks and probes his delectable tongue into me, and I shake beneath him, moaning his name over and over as my hips buck against him.

I can hear how wet I am; my juices must be running down his cheeks.

If anyone saw us like this… Calix on his knees, with his dick covered in my slick pussy juice while he eats me out while I’m face down.

I wish I could see it.

My nipples graze the ground, and I gasp, strangely aroused by the debris touching my chest on the ground.

“Cum for me. Cum for your mate.” Calix has no idea what his voice sounds like from inside me, but fuck, it does something to me.

Calix growls, triggering something to break free from my soul, and I scream and shudder as my orgasm ruins me.

I’m spent and weak, and I’m still murmuring his name when he lifts me into his arms, walking back to his truck to grab a blanket. He wraps it around me, moving me like I’m a doll—weightless—and then kisses my head.

“Sleep, my beautiful mate,” he gives one last command, but my body doesn’t need to hear it to obey.

I’m wrecked.