I stroked once more and came like a goddamn beast.
“Ahhhh..ahhh..yes yes yes..fuck Lyra..take it..take it..take all this f*****g cum..”
The first rope splattered my abs.
The second hit my chin.
The rest painted my chest, my hand, the seat, the steering wheel, everything.
My whole body trembled. My moans slowed but didn’t stop.
I kept breathing her name.
Kept talking.
Kept claiming.
“Your p***y’s gonna remember this cock..every vein…every inch..I’m gonna f**k it so deep you’ll scream my name in your f*****g sleep..”
I licked the c*m off my thumb.
Groaned.
Low and slow.
“f*****g sweet..like your slick…like that cunt was made for my mouth…”
The Alpha’s Desire
My chest was heaving.
My c**k was still hard.
Still twitching.
Still begging for more.
I didn’t stop.
I couldn’t.
I wrapped my hand back around the shaft-hot and soaked, thick and slick with c*m-and started stroking again.
Dragging my fist from the base all the way to the swollen head, watching the skin pull tight, watching another bead of milky pre-c*m leak out like it couldn’t f*****g stop.
“f**k… f**k, I need more…. I need to c*m again… Moon Goddess, help me…
I leaned back and moaned. A sound sa filthy it shook the air.
I pumped it faster. Harder. My balls were aching. My abs already sticky.
Because it wasn’t enough.
Not until I came again.
Not until I was empty.
“Gonna c*m again fuck I’m not done..this c**k’s still hungry..still f*****g leaking..Lyra, you did this..your scent..your pussy your little voice moaning sir like a f*****g slut..”
I growled.
Spit flew from my mouth
My hand blurred over the shaft. Veins bulged. The head turned a furious red. Pre-c*m mixed with the first load and ran down my hand in sticky trails.
“Moon Goddess fuck she’s mine mine my Omega..my slick little toy…”
“Ahhhh..yes-yes-yes-I’d bend you over the f*****g altar-I’d make you worship this c**k with your mouth..suck it till you gag-till your tears roll till you drool on your t**s-f**k yes-Lyra-f**k yes..”
My whole body was shaking.
The pressure built again. Harder. Hotter.
My c**k swelled in my grip.
Thicker.
Harder
My voice rose with it.
“Gonna f*****g breed you. fill that pussy pump you full knot you lock inside you and make you m you carry my scent my curn my f*****g name.”
I roared as the second orgasm ripped through me. nake
The Alpha’a Dasure
Louder than before.
Louder than anything.
“AHHHH YES-YES-LYRA-1**k YES-TAKE IT-TAKE ALL OF IT..” c*m exploded out of me again.
Hot.
Heavy ropes splattered my chest. My stomach. My wrist. It poured down my shaft. Painted the inside of the car.
I didn’t breathe for a full thirty seconds.
Just moaned.
Stroked.
Leaked.
My body collapsed against the seat. Muscles twitching. c*m dripping down my abs in thick, glistening trails.
And still…
Still…
My c**k didn’t go soft.
It stood there.
Hard.
Red.
Dripping.
Demanding more.
And all I could do was breathe her name.
“Lyra…
**
I was breathing like I’d just gone twelve rounds in a f*****g cage fight. My chest was soaked in c*m. My c**k was still hard. My hand was sticky. My throat was raw from moaning her name.
And then the phone rang.
I growled. The sound that came out of me was pure animal.
I snatched the phone from the passenger seat, glanced at the screen, and saw the name.
Council line.
I swiped to answer.
Didn’t even get a word in.
“Alpha Damon!! We’ve all been f*****g waiting for you!! Where the f**k are you?!”
The voice on the other end was loud and dripping with disrespect.
The Alpha’s Desire
And I snapped.
My voice dropped.
I didn’t shout.
Didn’t need to.
I spoke like a blade sliding through flesh.
“Don’t you dare f*****g shout or raise your voice at me again…”
Silence.
“You forget who you’re talking to? You forget the bloodline you answer to? I am not one of your little boys. I am not a beta you bark at. I am your f*****g Alpha. So lower your f*****g voice.”
I licked my lips.
Still tasting my c*m on my tongue.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.