The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Mack’s body vibrated with his laughter. He couldn’t help it. That husky happy sound that sent a sizzling heat to her stomach. He pressed his forehead to hers. Callie’s breath hitched. His masculine presence was intoxicating. “How did I get so lucky to have a neighbor like you?”

“You have… an angel looking out for you I guess,” Callie’s body warmed beneath his heavy-lidded stare. The temptation became too much for him. Mack moved his face to her neck, once more absorbing her very essence.

“You’re so sweet… and you smell…” he inhaled once. Twice. “You smell…” Then Callie’s world careened at his next words as his voice changed into a gravelly growl that wasn’t human. “You smell… you just smell so good…” Her blood froze for a few seconds as she pulled back to see a pair of molten gold eyes searing into her with a primal hunger she would never escape.

“Your scent…,” Mack’s human features seemed to morph into something more canine, black hair growing and covering his human skin. “Your scent makes me want to…”

Callie’s world moved as she was rapidly pressed into the wall, the force knocking the wind out of her and making her see colors. The only thing holding her up was Mack. His lips curled into slow lascivious snarl, flashing his white canines at her. Suddenly, however, sanity came back to him. His eyes becoming their soft dark brown again. His face human again. His face paled with horror at what he had done. Quickly he rushed backwards leaving Callie to slump against the wall. Her legs had turned to water and she tried taking slow deep breaths to get her wind back.

“I… I’m sorry I…,” Mack stuttered. His wolf was growling in protest at being interrupted. His body vibrated with the effort to contain his inner beast. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

Once her world was upright Callie saw the stricken look on Mack’s face. Instantly she wanted to comfort him. Her natural compassion overriding her instinct to run away. “Mack…?”

“No!” Mack took a step back. Yet still her scent intoxicated him it was so strong. “Don’t come any closer!”

“Are you okay?” she continued anyway. “Are you sick?”

“No I’m not sick but…,” Mack groaned as if in physical agony, raking his fingers through his hair frantically. “Listen… I think… I think you should go home…”

“Was it…,” Callie shrunk with her insecurity. “Was it something I did?” Her blue eyes like gleaming pools of periwinkle looked so hurt it killed Mack not to go over to her and comfort her.

“No! It’s just… I’m…,” he swallowed hard, struggling to talk straight. “You were just so nice and thoughtful coming over the past few months… Filling the hole my ex left and well and I didn’t want to scare you off and… and…” He growled in frustration. His wolf was clawing at the walls of his control. His face tightened then he sighed in surrender, “I’m attracted to you.”

That confession had Callie’s body quickening, her arousal adding spicy notes to her flowery scent. This girl was going to drive him mad. He spoke rapidly, “I’m attracted to you and well… my wolf is… really attracted to you. I’ve been wanting to mate with you for months and…” he struggled with another growl. “I just… I just…” he sighed, his wolf reasserting itself with a husky growl that made Callie shiver with want. “I just want to sink inside you… I want to feel our bodies press against each other… and… FUCK!”

Mack shook his head. His blood rushed making his ears hum. His strong body craved to dominate and mate Callie. He wanted to tear something apart. It suddenly became a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde situation. “Callie,” his gentle brown eyes pleading. “I think it’s best if you… go home tonight… I don’t think… I don’t think I can control myself…”

Callie didn’t move. She was torn between unease and arousal… It was now or never. “Mack, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s–”

“I feel the same about you.”

Mack paused. Turning shocked eyes, that had turned a fiery whiskey color, in her direction. Clearly he didn’t hear her right. “You’re… you’re attracted to me too?” He never dared to hope this beautiful young woman would feel the same way about him. A werewolf no less. Then she started walking towards him, he could read the intent on her face.

“No, stop,” Mack backed himself into the table but Callie was not deterred. “Don’t come any closer I might–!” Her mouth stopped all protests. Her lips pressed firmly into his, slanting across his trembling mouth and pushing her body against him. Her willowy arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tunneling into his hair to try and bring him down to press harder. In a moan of surrender Mack wrapped Callie in his strong arms in a punishing embrace. Their mouths opened and tongues swept across each other giving each a deeper taste that both craved.

Mack couldn’t believe how good her lips felt. Mack had often on lonely nights stroked himself imagining the taste and feel of Callie on his tongue. Sweet, ripe cherries and the mint of her toothpaste. Her mouth was like silk, that small tongue bold in its licking. Callie was thinking the same thing. This sweet shy werewolf tasted better than she imagined. A dark, wild, spicy drug that she couldn’t get enough of.

His hands roved over her body hungrily. Raking through her silky light brown hair and feeling her warm curves rubbing sensually against him. He was certain she could feel how rock hard he was.

“Callie…,” Mack gasped sharply. He wanted to say something to stop her but then she ground her feminine hips into his groin. “Fuck! You… You’re making it hard to resist…”

“I don’t want you to resist…,” Callie whispered, giving his lower lip a provocative nibble. She whimpered at the hard bulge throbbing against her. Even through his jeans she could feel the heat of him. He made her hunger, made her crave. She wanted to claim every male inch of him.

His wolf came back. Mack’s features changing again into a feral demon. Hair sprouted on his arms, neck, and more of his face. His eyes two smoldering coals that penetrated deep into her soul. Even his muscles grew in size. His human grip held an unyielding, supernatural strength that had her swooning.

His voice became that gravelly growl again, “You asked for it.”Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

He spun them around, reversing their roles with Callie pressed back against the table and Mack pushing into her. Animal hunger took over. The wolf-man shredded her leather jacket, his mouth devouring hers. Tongue forcing its way into her throat. In another second her dress was torn from her too. Her body convulsed in her gasp of surprise. She was wearing nothing but her lacy bra that cupped her swollen, heaving breasts, her booties and the charm bracelet. No panties. And she had waxed leaving her perfect cunt on display. So puffy and pink. Hot cream coated her opening.

Desire raced through Mack’s veins at the sight of her. “My god… You’re… practically drenched…” His nostrils flared and eyes gleamed with ferocious lust. He lowered his hulking body to kneel between her spreading thighs as she herself propped her behind onto the table. Fuck his mouth was watering. He pressed his small snout closer, barely touching, his breath tickling her swollen lips. Rich vanilla cream. Sweet salty caramel. Sugary, salty delight… and she was all his. “You smell even better down here…” His animal eyes shot up to capture her soul. “Naughty little human…”

His fingers had become a little longer, his black claws sinking into her delicate flesh yet careful not to break the skin. “Just a few licks…” Then he quickly buried his tongue inside her sopping pussy. Callie’s whole body surged with electric sensation. His tongue felt sooooooo good. Long, warm and moist it hit all those nerve endings at once in greedy laps; combined with the coolness of his nose had her body singing in ecstasy.

He laughed huskily into her cunt growling in between greedy licks, “Such a little slut you are… mmmmm… not wearing any panties… mmmmm… you came over to seduce me didn’t you, little human… mmmmmm…”

Callie only answered in shallow breaths and needy moans. The sounds fed his male hunger. With a groan he pushed his tongue into her tight sheath. She jerked in his hold, her fingers tunneling into his black and silver hair. She was so close and Mack could feel it.