Trapped With the Alpha (Balfour Shifters Book 1) (20 page)

Deepening the kiss, I grind my aching cock against her. Never in my life have I been so constantly aroused like I am with Izzy. She just has a way of turning me on like no other, and no matter how many times I sink my cock inside her, it never seems to be enough to sate my need and hunger for her.

She arches into my hold, raising a leg to wrap around my thigh. Not removing my lips from hers, I reach down and grab her ass in both of my hands, hitching her up to wrap her legs around my waist, and then guide us toward the couch. Pulling back from her mouth, I sink my fingers into the flesh of her gorgeous ass and begin to pull her against the bulge in my pants. In a matter of seconds, she is a writhing mess in my arms as she unabashedly grinds her hot center against me. Abruptly, I grab onto her hips and still her eager movements before setting her down on the arm of the couch. Before she has a chance to protest, I flip her around and push her over the arm of the couch, making sure to keep that gorgeous ass up high. Reaching down, I jerk her dress up and find her ass as bare as her top. I lower my mouth to her ear and I growl out, “No panties. You’re such a bad girl.”

“Yes, I am,” she whispers as her body begins to shiver against me, lust quickly replacing her anger.

Drawing back, I slap her ass, leaving a red palm print on her alabaster skin. I take a moment to enjoy the sight of my claim on her perfect body before I smooth my palm against her silky skin to ease the sting. “Bad girls have to be punished.”

“Yes,” she moans, going to her toes, silently begging for more. 

I give her what she needs, swatting her repeatedly, leaving her entire ass bright red. Kneeling down on the floor behind her, I begin to soothe the burn by gently dragging my tongue across the angry red marks. 

There was a time where seeing her marked like this might have upset me. Our lovemaking has never been of the gentle variety, but back then, sexuality was looked at so differently that it would have never even crossed my mind to spank her ass. Now, the only thing it does is turn me on. To watch her accept me this way and take it, not only willingly but also eagerly, is a massive turn on.

Continuing my pursuit in worshipping her amazing backside, I gently begin to draw my hands up her calves before pushing against the inside of her thighs. “I want you to spread your legs wide, Pixie. I’m going to devour your pussy until you’re dripping for me, and then I’m gonna take you hard.”

She does as she’s told, arching for more. My fingers slide across her pussy, landing on her clit and giving it a quick swat. “You’re wet for me, Pixie.”

“Always,” she says on another moan as she tries to thrust her hips back, no doubt seeking the delicious friction she needs to get off. “I need you inside me now.”

“Oh, you’ll have me, baby, but not before I get to taste you,” I say then lean forward and sweep her pussy with one long stroke of my tongue. 

The second her flavor hits my tongue, I can’t help but moan in satisfaction at the sweetness that is my Pixie. Taking a second to savor her flavor, I suckle her gently, enjoying listening to her pants of pleasure. I drag my tongue toward her clit and give it a few teasing flicks of my tongue before pulling back and driving it deep inside her weeping pussy.

“Yes,” she shouts, moving her hips against my face.

 She begins moving her hips at a furious thrusting pace, forcing my tongue deeper. One of the things I love about going down on Izzy is the fact that she can never get enough of my eating her. She always becomes incapable of allowing me to control the pace in her overeager desperation to have my mouth on her.

“Mmmmm,” I moan, allowing her to feel the vibrations against her sensitive flesh as I slowly pull my tongue out of her greedy cunt. 

Giving her another wet kiss on each of her ass cheeks, I slowly stand up and run my hands over the length of her spine. I thread one hand into her thick hair, while I use the other to reach down and undo my belt. I have my jeans undone and down my hips in a flash, and use the same hand to grab the base of my dick, giving it a quick squeeze. Not willing to wait, I sink my cock in balls deep and let out a guttural growl. “This is my pussy.”

Her muscles clench around me, sucking me in deep in an attempt to keep my cock inside of her, even as I slowly pull out. I slide in and out of her at a steady pace, using my hands to pull her hips back and forth to meet my thrusts. Stroking faster, I pound into her as fast as I can. She takes my whole cock, her supple flesh stretching to accommodate my girth without even a whimper, as only a true mate can do. “Do you feel me deep inside you? Do you feel me proving to both you and your gorgeous pussy that you’re my mate?”

“Yes, Brody, but I need more,” she pleads as she reaches behind her, attempting to grab onto my hip in her desperation for my cock.

“Hold on tight, Pixie. I don’t want to hurt you,” I warn as I slide out to the tip before slamming deep into her again.

“Yes!” she screams, before her pussy squeezes down on my cock, her muscles beginning to contract with the first stirrings of her impending orgasm. 

Knowing I’m not going to last much longer, I release one of her hips and reach around to caress her clit. As soon as my touch registers, she is crying out in pleasure, shattering against me with the force of her climax. Going to the root once last time, I freeze as my cock begins to spasm, filling her with cum. I throw my head back, allowing my wolf to howl out his own pleasure. 

Dropping my body across her back, I take a moment to catch my breath and nuzzle her neck. Her body instantly goes stiff before she wiggles against me. “We need to get cleaned up and get going, before Knox shows up looking for us.” 

Stepping back, I stuff my softening cock back into my jeans. “I guess fucking your attitude away didn’t help. Do I need to give it another go?”

“I’m working on getting over it. Just give me time.” She pushes off the couch and pulls her skirt down. 

I let out a relieved breath, realizing she’s at least willing to try. Pulling her into my arms, I place a soft kiss against her lips before resting my forehead against hers. Gently, I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. “Take all the time you need, Pixie. I’ll be here waiting when you’re ready.”

Pulling back from me, she goes to straighten her dress, and groans, “Seriously, Brody? You wrecked my new dress.”

When I look down, I see that the sides of the dress are basically shredded. Placing my fist against my mouth, I resist releasing the laughter that so desperately wants out. “Sorry, babe.”

“This isn’t funny. I loved this dress, and now it’s not only ruined, but we are going to be even later.” She fumes, trying to cover herself with her hands.

“Shit happens.” Cocking a brow at her, I finally release the laughter bubbling up my throat and throw my head back, allowing the hysterics of the moment to consume me.

Slapping me in the shoulder, she growls, “You’re such an ass sometimes.” She then turns and stomps toward the stairs.

“Well, think of it this way, love. At least now, not only do you know I own you, but that sexy little scrap of cloth knows it as well,” I quip with a sarcastic smile.

Stopping on the step, she turns and throws a glare in my direction. Shit. I swear, if looks could kill, I would be a dead man right about now. “I swear to God, Brody, no more quickies for you. You just blew it, mister.”

Stopping in place, I look up at her to assess how serious she is at the moment. Even eight-hundred years ago, she hated when I ripped her clothes, but never was she this vocal about it. 

Sidling up to her, I lean forward and lick her bottom lip. “You say that now, but as soon as I’m on my knees eating that pussy, I guarantee you will change your mind.” 

“Whatever.” She pouts, pulling away from me.

“You know it’s true.” Throwing a wink at her, I turn and start to head toward the kitchen. I haven’t even taken three steps before she’s stomping up the stairs. 

Just as I’m rounding the corner to the kitchen, I hear her grumble, “Why the hell did I have to fall in love with an overconfident asshole? I’ll show him.”

Throwing my head back, I howl with laughter. Ah, some things never change, but at least I know she loves me, even if I am an overconfident asshole.

Izzy

WALKING INTO
The Den, I tug on the hem of my red dress. When I put it on, I thought it was a good idea. Now, I’m not so sure. It isn’t quite as short as the one Brody ripped from my body, but it’s still shorter than anything I’ve ever worn. It fits snug, allowing everyone to see my form and leaving little to the imagination. This isn’t something I am used to, or something I’m comfortable with. I guess, when they say payback is a bitch, they mean it. However, in my case, we’re both being jerked around by my little scheme. 

“Come on,” Brody says, pulling me into the bar. 

As soon as I step inside, the scents of stale beer and sex hit my nose. I nearly gag as I scoff, “This place stinks.”

 “You’ll get used to it. After a while, you won’t even notice it.” Pushing me forward, he doesn’t allow me to get more than a few inches away from his body. I swear, if he could use his body as a human shield to prevent people from looking at me, he would.

The tension is palpable as it pours off him. When I came down in this dress, his fury was clear as day on his face. The scowl that graced his handsome face was something I’m becoming accustomed to, however. I guess he thought I would follow his orders and cover up completely, but obviously, that didn’t happen. He needs a taste of my pain, and this is the only way he’ll ever feel it. Does that make me petty? Damn right, it does, and although I hate to be the one to cause him pain, I’m literally grasping at straws to attempt to heal the pain in my own soul. Based on that fact alone, I am at the point that I’d do just about anything short of selling my soul to the devil himself, as long as that means the constant ache in my chest will finally dissipate.

As we walk toward the bar, I hear him growl, and I jerk my eyes up to him. He’s looking at a group of young men near the back of the bar. They’re not paying attention to him, though. Instead, their eyes are locked on me. A blush hits my face as I lean into Brody, turning to nuzzle my face into his chest in order to hide my embarrassment. 

He tightens his arm around me and barks out, “I knew this was gonna happen with you wearing that dress.” Turning toward the group of guys still gawking at me, he all but shouts, “Keep it in your pants, you fuckers. This one is taken.”

Immediately, all the men turn, as if they hadn’t just been visually stripping me naked. His words have me pulling back to scowl at him. “You think this is bad, you should’ve had to watch me fuck them all. Then we’d see how frustrated you could get.”

This time, his growl fills the room. “Don’t say shit like that, Izzy. I’m holding my inner beast back by a thread. One more little nudge and I’ll be done.”

For the first time, I notice his eyes are shifting from amber to blue and back again, as if he’s fighting for control. Placing my palm on his chest, I gently rub him in a soothing manner. “Okay, just calm down. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll be calm when all these bastards quit thinking about fucking you,” he says, leading me to a barstool.

Spinning toward him, I all but snarl in his face as I twist out of his grasp and say, “What are you talking about? You just scared the shit out of all of them with your macho man warning. None of them are looking near this side of the room, let alone in my direction.”

“Oh, trust me, babe, they may not be looking, but I can smell their lust from here. It doesn’t take a wolf’s senses to know exactly what is on their minds.”

His words send a spike of anger through me, something that I’m more than familiar with lately. My eyes search the people standing around the bar. When I finally zero in on one of Brody’s whores, a smirk spreads across my face. “Maybe I’ll go over there and see if that chick can keep them occupied. Then you won’t have to worry about them being interested in me.”

His eyes jerk to me before he asks, “Who the hell are you talking about?”

I motion toward the sleazy blonde near the back of the bar. “That one there in the black dress. If I remember correctly, you said she gave great head. She swallowed, right?”

“Fuck.” Immediately, his whole body tenses, letting me know I’ve hit him exactly where it hurts. Something about that causes a wave of guilt to rush through me. 

His need to protect me at all costs is the most important thing to Brody. He can’t protect me from himself, and that is something that tears him apart. Having him bear witness, yet again, to just how much I know is something that is killing him. With each blow I land, he is slowly dying. I can see it, feel it, but I just can’t stop myself from hurting him, and it’s tearing me apart. Every time I lash out at him, I hate myself a little more. What happened to the woman he fell in love with? It’s as if my anger has turned me into someone I do not know, someone I truly hate. 

Releasing a groan, he reaches up to rub a hand across his face in obvious frustration. “Baby, how do you remember all of this? If I hadn’t been sure before that my life was shit for the past eight-hundred years, I’m positive of it now. I must have subconsciously blocked all these bitches from my mind, because I don’t remember any of the ones you remember, let alone what happened or was said between us.”