Page 47 of The Alpha’s Seer (The Shifters of Stormhollow #1)

Chapter Forty-Seven

BLAIR

It feels good to be running from Calix, playing with him without a care in the world like we did when we first met.

That wasn’t so long ago, but it feels like a lifetime.

The wind blows my hair behind me, and I let out a nervous giggle when I glance back to see Calix standing stock-still, watching me with his arms crossed.

My heart leaps into my throat when he smirks, letting me know he, too, is enjoying our little game.

I know it’s pointless running from a werewolf—not just a werewolf, though; an Alpha.

The strongest and fastest in his pack, no less.

But damn, I love the thought of being chased.

Of being caught. The earthy scent greets my nostrils as I duck and dive through tree branches, no longer attempting to run but to hide.

Because I’m not stupid—he’ll catch me. He always does.

“You know I can smell you, right?” Calix drawls from a distance, his lazy drawl echoing between the trees. “That I can sniff you out?”

I press myself against the trunk of the biggest tree I can find and suck in a breath, my heart pounding frantically in my chest.

“You smell delicious, Blair.”

His voice makes me ache, a yearning deep within that draws me to him, that makes me want to wave my arms in the air and scream my location to him. But I don’t.

“The best thing is, your pussy will lead me directly to you.”

I sink my teeth into my lip and close my eyes, clenching my thighs together. He’s not wrong though; I may not have a wolf's senses, but I’m dripping wet. It doesn’t take a wolf to know I’m aroused when I’m in this state.

Calix still sounds far away, and I feel dizzy with apprehension, not knowing when he’s going to pounce on me or—

I shriek when a hand grips my throat from behind, another hand reaching around the trunk to my waistband. I let out a shaky breath when my mate purrs, “There you are.”

Within seconds, he’s in front of me, his eyes glowing amber as he stares down at me. “You made me chase you.”

I nod, my tongue wetting my lips.

“You bad girl.”

A moan leaves me at his words, his hand moving to my hair as he bunches it into a fist, tugging slightly.

“You know what happens to bad girls, right?” He rasps, his breathing heavy. “You shouldn’t tease the wolf, Blair, yet it’s all you seem to do.”

My eyes widen as he pushes on my shoulder, showing me he wants me on my knees. His other hand grips my hair, and even though pain shoots through my scalp, I bend, maintaining eye contact as he gazes at me. Still, I refuse to make this easy for him.

I don’t make a move to slip his pants down, and he stares at me expectantly, his jaw ticking like he knows what I’m doing.

“Suck my cock, Blair.”

I gasp at the filthy words and shake my head. “No.”

He tilts his head, and a lazy smile appears on his lips. He’s so fucking sexy. “No?”

A wave of excited terror sweeps through me as I continue to stare up at him, defying him.

“No.”

His grip on my hair tightens as he shoves a hand into his pants, dragging his big cock out.

My pussy demands I do something, anything, to release the yearning desire coursing through it.

Calix strokes his cock and smirks. “You want me to make you?”

Oh, heavens.

He knows me so well. How does he know that’s what I want when I don’t even know myself? Am I crazy? Who wants to choke on a werewolf’s cock?

Me, that’s who.

“I dare you,” I whisper, knowing I’ve sealed my fate with those three words.

Calix grins. “I never could turn down a dare.”

But even though I want his cock in my throat, I have to make this believable. I press my lips shut and wait for his next move, sweat dripping down my spine.

The thought of this…man…taking me against my will is just too much.

He rubs his cock against my lips, groaning as he strokes the head, wiping the pre-cum around my tightly closed mouth. He isn’t even putting pressure on my lips; he’s merely using them to jerk off against.

He leans down in a sudden swoop, tugging my shirt so hard it rips in half, exposing my breasts.

I gasp, which is my fatal mistake. His cock brutally shoves past my open lips, slamming into my throat before I can reclaim any air.

My eyes widen, and his glint, his other hand moving to the other side of my head.

He’s going to fuck me senseless. I can feel it.

“Oh, mate, I’m going to make you look so pretty,” he whispers, moving his feet so they’re wider apart. My eyes sting with tears as he moves his hips back, thrusting into my mouth so roughly I panic, reaching up to claw at his bare ass.

But it’s as if I’ve not touched him.

He fucks my mouth and throat like I’m a doll, using and abusing me until I’m moaning and scratching at him, fighting him.

But even I can’t keep up the pretense—not when he throws his head back and growls, grunting and thrusting as I bring him immense pleasure.

“That’s it, suck your mate’s cock.”

Oh God, I’m drenched. Excitement coats my thighs, and I drop one hand to shove it into my underwear. I lose my fingers in my slippery folds, but I find my throbbing clit and rub it, almost convulsing from the relief it brings.

The next thing I know, Calix grips my wrist, then my other, pressing the palms of my hands to his stomach as he smirks.

“No. You don’t get to do that until I say.”

I glare at him, but he holds my hands in place with one hand, the other moving to the back of my head.

“Swallow me, Blair.”

I whimper as he fucks my mouth slowly, taking his time in dragging his cock in and out. My fingers dig into his tight abs, but then he pulls out, spraying my heated face with his cum.

“Fuck!” he roars, and I gaze at him through half-lidded eyes, watching as he becomes undone because of me.

This majestic man, the Alpha of a werewolf pack, the leader of a supernatural world, is losing control because of me, a mere human.

He stares down at me, swiping his cum into my mouth with his thumb, watching as I suck it.

“You look so pretty wearing my cum,” he says, helping me to my feet. “But now I need to fuck you.”

“But you’ve only just cum,” I say with a laugh as he yanks my panties down, his nostrils flaring. His cock hardens instantly, and I back up against the tree, considering whether to run again. Before I can think any more about it, Calix has my legs around his waist, his cock buried deep in my pussy.

“Your cunt is so desperate for me,” Calix comments, fucking me so hard my back screams in pain from the tree bark. Like he knows, Calix moves back, carrying me in his arms as he fucks me in the air. His brawny arms bulge as he grips my hips, bouncing me on his cock like I’m a rag doll.

The friction he’s creating between his groin and my clit makes me crazy, and I moan and writhe as my body trembles and then stiffens.

“Cal—” I try to say his name, but I can’t, my head falling to his shoulder as my hair tumbles around me.

“Cum for me, baby.”

And I do, screaming my mate’s name into the air, not caring who hears me.

I cum for him.