Page 33 of The Alpha’s Seer (The Shifters of Stormhollow #1)

Chapter Thirty-Three

CALIX

Blair sleeps in my arms on the tiny bed, and I stretch my limbs to keep the blood flowing.

I miss our bed back home, but Blair needs to be near her family right now, and I get it.

I wonder if this is the room she grew up in; judging by the books lining the shelves, I can only assume it is.

The pale pink paint on the walls must’ve once been bright, but the years of sunlight had done a number on it.

The books range from Nancy Drew to saucy-sounding titles like The Vampire’s Vixen.

I wonder if she’s got any werewolf romances on there—I bet she does, the naughty little minx.

My dick hardens at the thought of her playing with herself while reading these books, and I wonder what she’d have done a few years back if someone had told her she’d have her own Alpha one day to use and abuse as she pleased.

Blair stirs in my arms and moves her head so I can look down at her, her lips parting as she exhales softly in her sleep.

Goddess, she is beautiful.

I lean down and brush my lips against hers like the kiss of life.

Her eyes flutter open, and she moans into my mouth, her body’s command, if you will, for me to devour her.

My fingers stroke her face as we kiss, our tongues playing lazily as she awakes.

I let my other hand slide to her ass, and I squeeze it lightly, invoking another beautiful, breathy moan.

Then she straddles me, placing both of my hands on her ass as she grinds into me, not once moving her mouth from mine.

This woman.

“We’ll have to be quiet; my aunt will hear us,” Blair mumbles as I peel her pants down, sweeping my finger against the warmth of her pussy.

“Your aunt is a wolf,” I remind her, sinking my teeth into her bottom lip until she yelps. “She’ll have heard it all before.”

“But not from me,” Blair counters with a sigh as I lift her top over her shoulders, throwing it onto the floor.

The moonlight spills onto her skin, highlighting the contours of her curves as I study her.

“You have no idea how perfect you are, do you?” I ask, shaking my head.

I’ve seen women—countless women—naked, and none of them compare to my mate.

Her chocolate-colored hair spills over her shoulders, tendrils brushing against her taut nipples as she arches her back and then stares at me.

“Have you seen yourself, Alpha?” she questions, her voice filled with need.

I smirk and cup her breasts in my hands, squeezing gently. My thumbs circle her dark areola, and she bites her lip.

“Mmm.”

“You like that?” I ask, dipping my head to take one perfect bud into my mouth. I suck and play, earning a series of gasps and moans that go straight to my dick. “Use your words, Blair.”

“I do,” she whimpers, pushing my head against her breast so it’s flat against my mouth. “I do.”

I go to town, focusing only on her nipples as she writhes against me, her sodden pussy soaking my jeans. I don’t care—I want to make her lose it from my touch alone. She’s rocking against me hard, grinding herself on my groin, making me hard as hell.

“Touch me, Alpha,” she begs, shuddering in my arms as I flick my tongue against her sensitive nipple.

“Where?” I encourage, knowing full well where she wants to be touched.

“There!” Blair grabs my hand and shoves it between her legs, and she’s soaked.

I plunge a finger into her and curl it slightly, watching her eyes roll.

“Oh, fuck,” she hisses and moans when I push another finger into her, then another.

She’s had my dick—she can take this. So I finger-fuck her while sucking on her lips and feasting on her mouth.

Her walls tighten around my fingers, and my dick gets envious, so much so that I yank down my jeans, desperate to be inside her.

I keep fucking her with my fingers but also force my dick inside, watching as she tries to stop me, her hips bucking and her eyes wide.

“Calix!”

But I’m almost in.

I thrust and curl my fingers, and she practically explodes, sweat dripping down her brow as I stretch her.

“You can take it. Be a good girl,” I coo as I lift my hips. My fingers brush her special spot countless times, and I’m rewarded with her tightening around me.

“I can’t!” Blair gasps, but I smash my lips onto hers and tug her down by her hips.

“Yes, you fucking can. Now ride me.”

Blair looks terrified, but then I remember the books on her shelves.

No one reads books like that and doesn’t fantasize about this once or twice in their lives.

I’m making her fantasies become a reality.

Her hips lift, and my fingers curl, and I have to grit my teeth as another wave of pleasure owns her.

Maybe she’s right—maybe she can’t do this.

Maybe my fingers are triggering orgasm after orgasm—but that’s not a problem.

I fuck her, and she tries to ride me, my fingers curling, her body convulsing, begging me to stop until she’s practically gasping for breath and screaming my name.

“I’m nearly there, Blair,” I whisper, pulling my fingers from her cunt and shoving them in her mouth. “Tell me how good you taste.”

“Like…”

She can barely talk, but I’m fucking her so hard she can’t breathe.

“Desire and sex…”

I pump my orgasm into her, and she sucks in a breath when I rub her clit, coaxing one last scream from her spent lungs.

“Take it,” I mutter, grunting as I empty myself into her sweet, tight cunt. “Take every fucking drop, mate.”

But it’s not enough—I need more. I lift her from me and lay her on her back, spreading her legs. Her pussy is red and raw, shiny and creamy from my cum. I shove her knees to her stomach and let out a growl, burying my head in her delicious cunt.

“Ohhhh,” Blair moans, her fingers gripping my hair as she yanks at it, begging me to release her.

Musky delight hits my tongue, and I lap it up like a man starved until it’s dripping down my chin and coating my throat. My tongue laps at the head of her womb, where our child will one day grow. I clean her fully, devouring her so she’s empty and plump, ready for my dick again.

I lift and look at her, and she stares at me, panting.

“Calix,” she breathes, and I climb to her mouth, my dick sinking back into her as our mouths meet.

“Taste us, mate,” I command, fucking her so hard the bed snaps beneath us. “Taste us.”

Blair does, sucking on my tongue and cleaning my face with her tongue. It’s feral; she’s feral. We’re feral.

And nothing else matters.