Page 75 of Mated By the Alphas
“That’s what you want, isn’t it mate?” his voice is muffled by my nipple still in his mouth, and his cock gets harder in my hand.
“Yes,” I gasp, pulling his cock towards my pussy, shifting my hips as I do.
“You’ll get it, but not yet,” he growls. “First, I want to taste you.”
His hands move to my skirt, and he easily finds the zipper, tugging it down. Thick fingers dig into my hips, and he pulls my skirt off. I can feel the dampness between my thighs where I’ve been grinding against him. My panties are soaked. He groans at the sight, his eyes flickering with a need I’ve already learned to recognize. He leans closer and inhales my scent before he starts removing my panties.
“Do all wolves like tasting their mates?” I ask, my breath getting quicker when I feel the heat of his against my folds.
“I don’t know,” he murmurs. “But your scent? It’s been in my nose, on my breath since I saw you at the safehouse, and it’s so fucking sweet, like it was made to live on my tongue.”
I feel another rush of moisture between my legs. Wyatt settles into position on the bed of pelts like tasting me is his purpose in life. He presses soft kisses along my inner thighs, then he nibbles my folds, parting them with his tongue, licking until he finds my clit.
“Even sweeter than I expected. Your scent is nothing but a fucking tease,” he rumbles, the vibration making my core clench.
He drags his tongue through my folds again. One long, slow lick that makes my entire body shudder. He groans like he’s tasting something divine, then he dives in without a second of hesitation.
His tongue seems to be everywhere. Licking, circling, teasing. He moves back to my clit and sucks on it, making me squirm against the pelts. My fingers tangle in his sandy-brown shag, holding him against me as the pleasure builds.
“Wyatt,” I gasp, my thighs trembling. “I’m not going to last… not if you keep going like this.”
“Then you’ll come for me,” he rasps, desire weighing his words. “Then you’ll come again with my tongue inside you.”
“Fuck,” I hiss, my hips jerking.
I can’t stop the orgasm from building, not with Wyatt’s greedy tongue so busy between my thighs. His brothers are relentless. He’s gentler, more attentive, focusing on my swollen bud in a way that makes pleasure seep through my body until I’m seconds from bliss.
“I’m gonna come,” I breathe out, then my body erupts with pleasure.
Wyatt’s tongue flicks against my clit, applying more pressure, making my orgasm peak until I’m struggling to breathe. He doesn’t rush me towards the next one. He slows his tongue, gently bringing me into the afterglow as gently as he placed me on this bed.
“Now I really get to taste you,” his eyes blaze as he glances up at me, then circles his tongue around my entrance.
“Oh sweet mercy,” I breathe, as my eyes roll back.
His tongue pushes inside me. Not as thick as Hayden’s, or as long as Remy’s, but his attentiveness more than makes up for it. He strokes my walls slowly, like he’s trying to taste every drop of my nectar, a continuous low growl vibrating through me the entire time. It makes me tremble with pleasure, even before the pressure starts to really build.
“Wyatt, oh… oh!” I cry out, my pussy fluttering on his tongue before the orgasm crashes over me. “Wyatt!”
My hips jerk and I grind against him, but he still doesn’t lose his focus or attentiveness. He keeps licking, his tongue moving inside me, teasing the sensitive spot, but never focusing on it.
The gush of my nectar that floods his mouth seems to make him hungrier, but not more aggressive. I fade into the afterglow of my second orgasm, but only for a moment, before his tongue has another one building, bliss coursing through my veins, whimpers and moans pouring from my lips. His growl persists, a constant vibration I can’t escape and only crave more of.
“What are you doing me? Oh, I can’t… I’m gonna…” I trail off, then keen a long, high note when a slithering stroke of his tongue against my g-spot sends me over the edge again.
Impossibly, I come harder the third time, almost violently, the jolt of my hips causing my ass to rub against the pelts, the welts from the belt whipping I got from Hayden and Remy sending a different kind of burn through me.
Wyatt keeps licking, stoking fire in my core as it goes supernova. I’m still shaking and trembling, even after the orgasm fades. He slowly pulls away, the growl dying out as he leaves me feeling empty, still tingling from the way his tongue felt inside me.
“Even better than I imagined,” he rumbles, wiping my juices from his beard before he shoves his pants further down, shimmying out of them as he moves between my legs. “But my mate has had enough of my tongue, huh? This is what she truly needs.”
“Ireallyliked your tongue,” I admit, a grin teasing the edge of my lips as he positions me for what comes next. “But I think I’m going to like this even more.”
“I know I will,” he answers, low and deep, gripping his cock. It’s thick and hard, but there’s no pre-cum on the head like with his brothers. “I’m going to take my time with you. Make you orgasm so many times the pelts never smell like anything butyouever again.”
He positions himself at my entrance, rubbing the head through my folds to gather my wetness. Then he pushes inside, inch by inch, stretching me until I’m gasping. I’m getting used to the way my mates feel inside me, but there’s some lingering soreness.
“Fuck,” he groans, his head falling forward, as he supports himself with his hands. “I’ve never felt a need like this.”
