Teach Me How To Please, Alpha

Isla

“Ryder…” I screamed, as his huge palm connected with my ass cheeks again even as his dick pressed slowly inside of me.

I was propped up on hands and knees, a pillow under my stomach, my voice hoarse from screaming, my hair wild, my tits were covered with cum and I was practically sobbing.

I was unrecognizable.

Filthy.

Dirty.

I should feel ashamed yet when he finally filled me completely, I sobbed with relief, my knees wobbling.

He felt so fucking good, and even though I had him mere seconds ago, my need for him was insatiable.

I wanted and wanted. And wanted.

“Beg,” he snarled out, as he gripped my hips, slamming into me again and again.

I obeyed. 

I begged.

His pace was frantic, I was shameless.

Every thrust of his hips with our angle hits my g spot just right. My toes curled.

I pleaded.

The sounds we made… the lewd sound of my wetness along with the moans that was spilling out of both our lips. A raspy curse, the bed creaking from the force of his thrust. It was all obscene. 

I made promises. His. Always his. His whore. His plaything. His anything he wanted me to be. Only his.

I was shaking, I was panting, incoherent… My cunt pulsing around his fat cock as my orgasm ripped through me.

But he fucked me through it. Hard. 

I’d been expecting it. It was the full moon and he had commanded me to sleep all afternoon.

Then he stopped suddenly. Abruptly.

Two things happened instantaneously. 

Even though I’d just come, I felt a rush of fluid sliding out and a dizzying want.

My arousal was dripping all over the sheets.

I was suddenly so horny. Ravenous. 

“What is happening?” My voice was a whisper, as I arched my back further, not able to help myself.

His voice was rough even as his hands on my hips tightened, stopping me. 

“It has never happened before,” he said. “Normally my wolf gets satiated by sex, not get worked up over it.”

“Ouch, way to make a girl feel spe…” special ended with a choked moan.

I needed him. He had to move. Wanting like this was barely incomprehensible. It was scary.

I wanted something I didn’t understand. More.

“The thing is… I don’t know if I meant that as an insult,” his voice was a deep rumble, even as he moaned low in his throat. 

And was his erection getting thicker or was I being delusional?

I felt a slight burn as it stretched me and good news was I was not mad yet because I was right. Ryder dick was becoming bigger while inside of me.

Like his cock wasn’t too much to handle already, it also grew? 

My eyes bulged and I paused trying to sneak a look behind my shoulders. “What is happening?”

His hand was on my neck, stopping me. Was that claws? Was I feeling claws on my neck.

“Don’t look…” there was a pause. “I’m changing inside of you.”

“Huh?”

I changed all the time. So does almost everybody in Creek Harbour. This wasn’t him shifting.

He was quiet for a while and then resigned, he added. “This is a side effect of all the suppressants I take. Sometimes my wolf fights back against them and it usually results in this. Not quite human and not quite beast,” his voice was a gravel that went straight to my cunt.

I was still dripping on the bed. “What’s happening to me?” I asked even as I clenched around him. My eyes rolled backwards.

His voice was strained. “I’m guessing your body is sensing my change and is preparing you to take me…” 

“You’re guessing?” I cried out.

“This has never happened before?” He accusingly growled.

“I heard you the first time,” I volleyed back.

I felt claws carefully holding back my hips and my cheeks flamed as I realized that I’d been rolling them, rocking against his intimidating girth.

“I need to slowly go out of you now…”

“Don’t,” I whispered even as I felt the tickling feeling of his fur at my back. 

Mid change, mid beast, he was still Ryder.

Ryder with the filthy mouth and the infuriating personality. It was Ryder stretching me almost painfully and so deliciously.

My body wanted this, was practically salivating over it. I wanted to be fucked by his beast.

“Say it,” he was barely coherent. 

“Fuck me,” I cried out.

He started moving, his thrusts slow, the drag of him against my drenched inner walls, making me sob. “But I’m fucking you,” he whispered, his voice malicious, his breath hot on my neck. “I fuck you every night, every day, every moment. You’re always needy for my cock, so I give it to you anytime, anywhere. What more do you want?” He demanded. “You have an idea of what this is, you’re a fucking omega. Say it, I need to hear you own up to your greed.”

I paused then turned to meet his eyes. One of his wide blown pupils was silver while the other was blue. I felt chills down my spine. 

Man and beast were listening, yet, I sealed my fate. “Knot me, Alpha.”