Alpha's Protective Pup

18

“I have no idea what I’m doing or what this means,” Isla muttered, now standing just inches from me.

I smiled. “That’s all right. At times like this, it’s best to not ask questions and just see where the moment takes you.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Cheesy romance lines are not your forte.”

I responded by planting a gentle kiss on her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath against my skin. It caught Isla off guard, earning a soft gasp from her. But she kissed back, her soft breath mingling with mine as our bodies drew closer.

That was all it took for me to cup her face, tilt it upward, and kiss her deeper this time. My fangs nipped at her lower lip, encouraging Isla to open her mouth. She did so, moving at a relaxed pace, and I was grateful for the opportunity to savor the moment. I traced her mouth with my tongue, relishing the sound of her muffled gasp.

I wasn’t wearing much. Just a loose pair of trousers and the bandages wrapped around my wound, which was already in the healing process. Unlike Isla, I was healing faster, but I was a full-blooded werewolf. Nothing against her half-blood status, of course.

When I grabbed her hips, bringing our lower halves into contact, Isla had to feel my erection, which was becoming rather uncomfortable. She whimpered against my lips, squirming in my hold. I pressed her still-covered folds against my hardness. What I wouldn’t give to tear her clothes to shreds, bend Isla over, and bury myself inside her.

However, I calmed myself.

“Do you want to undress?” I whispered, taking her earlobe into my mouth and nibbling on it.

She arched her neck, gnawing on her kiss-swollen lower lip.

“Yes, but why are you asking?”

“Because if you don’t do it soon, I’m afraid you’ll be walking out of her as naked as the day you were born. That doesn’t matter to me, but you are not exactly used to such… openness.”

Isla’s complexion became flushed, hinting at her embarrassment. “I-I yeah, I rather you did not do that. Besides, I don’t have many clothes here.”

I watched, hunger in my eyes, as she unbuttoned her loose blouse with shaky fingers. To my dismay, she wore a simple tank top. Though it did little to hide her full breasts, I was eager to get my hands on them.

“What about you?” Isla asked as she pulled off the jeans, leaving her in just her undergarments. “It’s not fair if I’m the only one who is naked here. And might I add that’s also embarrassing for me…”

I smirked. “Eager to see me naked? Well, I am more than happy to oblige, Isla.”

She was moments from pulling the tank top up over her head, so I waited, wanting to get a peek before I took off my clothes.

Isla seemed fine with indulging me. She resumed undressing, summoning the courage to remove even her simple cotton underwear. When I glanced, I couldn’t help but notice they were moist, showing her growing arousal.

“Now you,” Isla said, crossing her arms over her chest.

I lifted a brow. “Arms down. I’d like to get a look at you for a second.”

Isla dropped her hands back down to her sides. Her gaze remained fixed on something behind me, but it did not matter. I took my time running my eyes up and down her body. From her full breasts to wide hips, and the trail of hair that paved the way to her s*x.

After I was done, I finally removed my pants. I was looking right at Isla, and as soon as she caught sight of me, her eyes widened in a comical manner.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I quipped, a hint of amusement in my voice.

She scowled, but before she could say anything, I pulled her close again. This time, there was no fabric in the way. It enabled me to see how well the two of us meshed together. f**k, I wanted more.

A growl erupted from my chest as I pushed her down onto my bed. For a moment I waited, giving Isla a chance to tell me she no longer wanted this. Isla pressed her body against mine, her hardened peaks grazing against my chest.

I kissed my way down her neck, between the valley of her breasts, and then down to that most sensitive part of her. Her c**t, peeking out from under its hood, felt the teasing caress of my lips. I gave it a vigorous lick, catching her off guard.

Isla’s reaction was immediate. She jerked, crying out. I had to hold her hips down to keep them in place. While my tongue stimulated her c**t, I slipped two fingers up to the knuckle into her s*x with ease. She was dripping wet by this point, which I was happy to discover.

When her inner walls started tightening around my fingers, I withdrew them and pulled away. Looking up at me with owl-like blinks, she appeared both shocked and confused.

“Why did you stop?” she asked, sounding more than a little annoyed at me.

I smiled, showing my teeth. “Because I’d rather you c*m while I’m inside you.”

Isla’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red. “Um… before you do… Can I ask about your knot?”

The look on her face was adorable. I chuckled, leaning down to kiss the side of the neck. Her pulse was racing. It was perhaps a potent blend of anticipation and fear, consuming her thoughts.

“It comes out when we are in a rut, which is triggered by an omega’s head,” I explained, giving her a gentle smile. Little by little, her pulse slowed down. “If I recall, you aren’t in heat, so there is no chance for my knot to come out at this moment.”

She let out a breath of what sounded like relief. It didn’t offend me because she wasn’t ready for that—though Isla was going to have to get over that someday. If she shared her heart with someone, of course. Isla was justified in her decision not to. It depended on what she felt like she wanted to do at that moment.

“Well, I’m ready,” she whispered, causing me to grin again.

I took a deliberate stance, and with a slow, steady motion, I pushed myself inside her. Isla gasped, wrapping her arms around me. It was difficult to not sheath myself inside her in one full movement. Instead, I took my time until I was inside Isla.

She trembled beneath me, still clinging to the upper half of my body.

I pressed my forehead against hers. “Are you all right?”

She nodded. “Yes, you can move now. Please.”