The Captain of the Guard: Alpha Werewolf Erotica (Smut-Shorties Book 6) (3 page)

“Good. You’re still too dressed.” He reached up, his eyes on hers as he hooked his fingers in the neckline of her gown. He held her gaze for a moment and when she didn’t raise an objection, tore the front of her gown down to the waist. She shuddered as her breasts fell free, any soft sound she made overwhelmed by his deep groan. He paused for a moment, his expression torn as though he couldn’t decide which way to go, but then he reached out, cupping one breast in a large hand. She arched up, head back as he teased her nipple with callused fingers.

“Later,” he promised and withdrew. Within a heartbeat, his mouth was hot on her pussy again, tongue rasping over her clit before he drew it into his mouth and sucked.

Chapter Four

Pleasure rolled through Vanessa’s body, holding her in thrall to this powerful man who covered her on the bed. His mouth was hot over her, and the tension in her body tightened until she thought one more lick, one more thrust of his fingers would shatter her apart.

It didn’t. Instead, she rode the pleasure higher and higher, relished the tension that held her prisoner and made it a part of her. Biting her lip, she fought back her release. She didn’t want it to end, but he was relentless. Turning his hand, he stroked across her g-spot and she cried out, the intense pleasure bringing her hips off the bed.

“Jace… please,” she begged, not caring that all her life, she’d been told she was a McCauley and McCauley’s didn’t beg. She didn’t care, she’d do anything for him not to stop what he was doing.

He pulled from her, giving her clit a last, long lick and crawled up her body. He took in the expression on her face and smiled, dropping his head to place a soft kiss on her lips. “Soon, I promise.”

She murmured, tasting herself on his lips. It wasn’t unpleasant, a soft, almost musky taste that was unmistakable. She bit her lower lip, watching him as he settled over her. A rough-haired knee pushed hers further apart. When had he lost the pants, she wondered, but the question was lost the instant the thick, wide head of his cock brushed against her.

She sucked a breath in. He was huge. Larger than any man she’d had before. Although, to be fair, the few dalliances she’d had in her teens had been short and sweet. They’d all ended right after they found out who her father was. No teenaged lad, even a macho, bull-headed lycan teen, wanted to tangle with a pack alpha.

“Shh, I’ll be gentle,” he murmured in her ear, his lips brushing the sensitive spot just beneath it. Goosebumps rolled over her skin, a fine trembling setting up in her limbs. Restlessness urged her to move, but she stayed still, waiting.

“I won’t break,” she whispered back, turning her head to kiss him. A hard kiss, with her dominant this time. His lips parted in surprise and she used that, sliding her tongue in to find his. Tempting him to come play with her. He groaned, deep in his throat and rocked his hips against hers, pushing against her entrance. Not sliding in, just pushing against her until she was half mad with the need for him to take her. Breaking the kiss, she nipped his lower lip.

“Just
do
it.”

He pulled back, his expression tight with the control she could feel he was exerting. His body was coiled tight as a spring, ready to snap at any moment. He held her gaze for a second. Then he moved. His hips surged forward, driving his cock into her. A gasp tore from her as he breached her, the broad head stretching her delicate sheath around the steel of his erection.

“That’s it princess,” his words whispered over the skin of her neck. “Slow and easy, you can take it all.”

As he spoke, he slid into her, the movement so slow that she felt every thick inch, every ridge, every vein. She even felt the fast, strong pulse of his heart, right through his cock as he buried it deep inside her.

“Gods, you’re tight. Slick and hot and wet, and
tight
.” He groaned when he bottomed out, his hips against hers. She couldn’t breath, except in short, hard pants. She was full. Stretched to the limit, so far that she was sure she’d split in two.

And it felt glorious.

“Just a moment,” she begged, pulling her bonds tight as she waited for her body to adjust. She could take him, she
would
take him.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You feel fucking fantastic, you know? Your pussy is like a silk glove, wrapped tight around my cock.” His words, muttered into the shadows, were a dark temptation and she felt herself relax. The burn in her cunt became an ache. A burning ache that urged her to move. A dictate she couldn’t disobey. She rocked her hips and he swore.

“Fuck, yeah. Do that again.”

She did, and the movement shifted him inside her. Just a half inch, but the slick slide of his cock in her pussy ignited nerve endings she’d never felt before. Pleasure rolled through her, sparking between them in a conflagration so intense she was surprised that they didn’t burn the bed down around them.

“Ugh… yeah. Do that.” He pushed himself up, a hand sliding under her hips to lift her so he could kneel. Her breasts jiggled, their nipples tight, dark buds standing out stark against her pale skin in the semi-dark of the room. He pulled out, and she felt a pang of loss, her pussy clenching around his retreating cock, as though to keep him inside her but before she could complain, he surged back in again. Then again and again, until the bed rocked under the force of their coupling.

“That’s it, princess.” His voice came in harsh pants. “You take it all, every inch of my cock. And you like it, don’t you? You like being fucked by an alpha wolf.”

She didn’t have time to answer because he reached between them and pressed his thumb down over her clit. Her back arched, a cry escaping her lips as the tightness in her body ratcheted up another couple of notches. She was so close to the edge she should have gone over it by now. Would have if she’d been on her own, in her bedroom with her vibrator between her legs. She always picked them big, liked the thickest she could find… the ones that felt like they were tearing her in two the first time she used them, but then, slick with her juices, were never enough.

Jace was enough. He rubbed her clit in hard, fast strokes, his cock slamming into her with such power it took her breath away.

“Admit it, princess,” he demanded, reaching up to pinch her nipple. “You like being fucked, and fucked hard.”

She nodded, but the words wouldn’t come. She could barely think, let alone form a sentence. What did he want from her?

He was panting hard, now, his thrusts becoming un-coordinated, like a thread that had begun to unravel. He was close. Just as close as she was.

“Admit it, sweetheart, and I’ll fuck you all night long. I’ll take you in ways you’ve only ever dreamt of… give you pleasure like you’ve never known. I’ll make you take my cock every way you have. Hard, fast, and dirty… would you like that? Huh?”

“Oh god, yeah. Please,” she whimpered as he flicked over her clit again. With a cry, she tumbled over the edge, and into the maelstrom of pleasure below. It didn’t just wash over her, it washed through her until all she knew was the tumultuous chaos of ecstasy.

Above her, Jace roared his release, slamming into her a last time before stiffening. His cock pulsed deep within, coating her inner walls with his hot seed. She moaned, loving the feel of it. She was hot, and slick and wet, filled with cum… the opposite of the good-girl pack princess everybody had always seen her as.

Jace dropped down, rolling to the side and releasing her wrists to gather her into his arms. His lips brushed her temple.

“You, princess, will kill a man with sex like that.”

She opened her eyes to look up at him, and smiled. “Oh, I don’t know. I heard you were a man that wasn’t afraid of death.”

His grin was a white flash of teeth in the darkness. “Princess, I’ve never been afraid of death… so do your worst.”

Reaching up, she pulled him down for another long, hard kiss before she broke away. “My worst, huh? Sounds like a challenge.”

And she was always a woman up for a challenge, something she intended to prove before the sun rose.

The End

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