ALPHA’S PREY

He grasps my wrists and pins them over my head, much like he did when I was on my back. He lowers his head to mine, his breath feathering across my ear. “You’d better believe you’re beautiful. If you don’t, you have another lesson coming.”

Another lesson.

I have no idea what that means, but it sounds dirty and tantalizing and everything I’d love.

“Now you’re going to take my big cock because you know I’m gonna use it right.” He nudges my entrance with the tip. It feels so good to feel him unsheathed, his velvety steel rubbing in my juices.

I want it in me.

So badly.

I arch my ass up, push against him.

He chuckles as the tip slides inside me.

I moan.

He eases in with steady pressure. One inch. Another. I force my muscles to relax. I’m so wet down there, he slides in like he was made for me. Or like I was made for him.

It feels heavenly. Freaking perfect. All that tongue action was great, but nothing replaces a cock. Not even fingers or any vibrator I’ve tried. No, this is the satisfaction I’ve been craving. This is what I need. Even as his large manhood stretches me wide, fills me too full, the pleasure overtakes all fear.

He keeps pushing until his loins hit my ass and then he scythes in and out, bumping my ass with each instroke.

I’ve never had a guy turn me around and take me from behind before-okay, I realize now how limited my experience really was-but I love the position. Each bump of my ass stimulates me even more. He’s in deep, but it doesn’t hurt; it just feels right.

“Yes,” I moan. “More.”

“Oh, I’ll give you more.” The dark promise is followed by a hand dropping to my nape, holding me in place as he starts to pound into me harder.

Faster.

The room echoes with wanton wailing-I guess it’s coming from me, but I don’t know because I’m completely losing my mind.

I try to form words, but only gibberish spills from my lips.

It goes on and on, every satisfying stroke driving me into a deeper frenzy. I don’t want it to ever stop, and yet and I need it to come to its natural conclusion with such total desperation I’m clawing at the bedcover.

“Yes, please, yes,” I chant and he slams in even harder, his loins slapping my ass like an erotic spanking.

Caleb lets out a low rumble-a bestial sound and then a louder roar just before he plunges deep and comes.

I scream out my approval, my internal muscles clamping around his cock, squeezing and milking it for all it’s worth. I swear I feel the heat of his cum searing me. Fireworks explode behind my eyes. I’ve never felt so feminine. Been able to receive so much pleasure. Known the throes of passion.

Caleb taught me this.

My grumpy rescuer. The bearded mountain man with sculpted muscles.

Caleb pushes the hair back from my face and I turn my head to look over my shoulder at him. “You okay?”

I nod. “Definitely.”

“You still think sex is overrated?”

My laugh comes out husky and raw. “Not the way you do it.”

His satisfied grin makes butterflies take off in my tummy. He’s so beautiful when he smiles-his teeth gleaming white, the way his eyes crinkle at the corners.

And that’s when I realize-he has smile lines around his eyes. This man used to laugh and smile a lot.

So what changed?

Caleb

I SHOULD BE furious with myself. Or at least be wracked with guilt. And I do feel some of that. But mostly… mostly what I notice is how sane I feel.

For three years I’ve been tottering on the edge of insanity. I’ve let the bear run the show too often, lost my grip on reality. On living. On being human. I’ve even wondered sometimes if I was responsible for what happened to Jen and Gretchen. They were killed by bear claws, after all.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

And now-after one fuck with a young human female, I’m me again. I can think straight. Clearer. My surroundings seem more in focus, the fog’s lifted.

“How did that rate on your scale?” Miranda peeps up at me from under her lashes-like she took shy pills and they’re suddenly taking effect. Her cheeks are flushed a pretty pink, red hair a disheveled halo around her glowing face.

I scowl, because her question makes me think of rating her against other women, which immediately brings to mind Jen.

The doctor flushes a deeper red, though, and I kick myself. Wounding her pride was never part of this. I may have had something to prove, but it wasn’t about her lack of skill or appeal.

I rub a hand over my face and down my beard. “Best sex I’ve had in three years.” That’s a truth I don’t have to feel guilty about.

But she’s too smart. She leans up on her forearms and cocks her head to the side. “Is this the only sex you’ve had in three years?”

I offer a chagrined smile. “You got me there.”

She sits up in the bed, her big tits shifting as she comes to vertical. She’s so fucking voluptuous. So appealing. Even though I just came-and hard-my cock gets chubby again.

She notices.

There’s no game playing in her next question, though. No badgering, no coyness. No judgment, either.

“Did you lose someone, Caleb?” Her voice is soft. Soothing.

A sound tumbles from my lips. A bark of some sort. Not a laugh, not a sob. Something in between. I fall down onto the bed beside her and stare at the ceiling. The vulnerability of looking in her eyes right now is too much. “I don’t know how you figured that out.”