Alpha Caleb and the Blessed Wolf

25.

CALEB

Those jeans.

If I could praise at the alter of her hips, I would. f*****g divine. At breakfast her scent was overwhelming. Perhaps because my mark had faded or the approaching full moon, either way the potency of her scent was calling for her mate. It was too damn much. Paige's interruption was almost good timing or my possessive nature would have given away what Nikita was to me. All I could muster was to demand her come to my office.

Now that I had a chance to think on it, having her alone in a confined space like this was going to be my own living hell.

I could picture it now, Nikita pressed against my brand new desk. I made the staff get rid of the old one after I took Paige that first night back it disgusted me and I wanted it gone. But this new deep mahogany begged to be christened with our slick.

Her sweet moans just for my ears thanks to the sound proofing. Diving my hands into those tight jeans rubbing her c**t over her panties. Coaxing soft mewls when pinching that sensitive nub. Her jeans are so tight it's hard to go much deeper, but I do. Moving the thin wet fabric of her panties to the side, sliding my middle finger along her slit coating it in her soaking lust. Trailing it from her throbbing opening to sensitive c**t and back.

There is something so dirty about pushing panties to the side that I can't stop my finger from invading her p***y with one firm thrust. Teasing her inner walls. Once accustomed to my finger adding another filling her further. Feeling the resistance knowing she hoping she is untouched. I had to be gentle but I craved to be rough. Her hands gripped my arm at the new invasion, nails making half moon crescents on my skin. Yes I want her marks, I wanted the evidence of the pleasure we give each other for everyone to see.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked pausing my pumping but not removing them from inside her p***y.

"No, no, don't stop." Her hips bucked against my hand desperate for the friction to return.

This time I rubbed my palm on her c**t and curled my fingers searching for that sweet toe-curling, euphoria inducing spot. I want her to shatter against my hand but I want to make this last. Sensing her need building. Pumping, the tremors began she was on the verge of climax.

"Please." Nikita panted. This was her punishment after all.

"Has anyone touched you like this before." I needed to know how far I can push her.

"No." I pressed my hard c**k against her thigh.

"Have you touched yourself like this before?"

"Y...yes." she said shyly

"Good girl. Is this how you like it?"

"It's b...bb...better" stuttering, trying to hide her face in my shoulder, gasping for breath.

"Look at me I want to watch you cum."

Biting that plump bottom lip, back arched and head thrown back she came on my hand.

"Good girl." I cooed letting her ride out her orgasm on my hand. When her eyes re-opened they looked into mine as I brought my fingers to my mouth. Those blue doe eyes widened innocently as I tasted every last drop. Sweet vanilla and citrus and so f*****g delicious. I don't kiss she-wolves but all week everytime that bottom lip pouted I wanted to bite it, this time it was shaped in an 'O' and I wanted to suck on it. Wrapping my hand in her hair pulling her mouth to mine in a searing kiss. It was electric.

My tongue stroked her own, teaching her how to move against mine. Tasting herself.

I could sense her trepidation and wondered just how few boys if any she had kissed before me. That thought fueled my desire, she was mine. I deepened the kiss becoming more rough and urgent.

Tugging the jeans down over her hips until they sat just under the fold of her ass cheeks. Squeezing them up and letting them slap onto the desk was enough to make a little more pre-c*m weep from my hard as rock d**k.

Releasing her mouth with a pop I lowered to the ground. Pushing her back to lean on the desk as I finished tearing the jeans completely off her sexy legs.

With an adorably coy expression she looked down at me, thighs pressed together, hands trying to hide her intimate part.

I rubbed her hips gently enjoying their soft squishiness under my fingers.

"I want to taste you kitten." I said kissing her navel. Teeth nipping at the skin on her belly and across to her hips. My hands rubbed the back of her thighs spreading them as my kisses inched closer to her p***y. Slowly she moved her hands behind to support her weight. Then she raised and opened her legs in permission.

Holy Goddess!!

I widened her legs further looping them onto my shoulders to expose her pink, wet, swollen centre. The pinkness was slightly deeper than the colour of her n*****s and it glistened.

Goddamn, I nearly shot my load right then like a horny teenager, she was too f*****g sexy.

"I've never done this before." Nikita's delicate voice said softly.

"Good" replying with a kiss to her lower lips. Flicking my tongue along her c**t, I heard a sharp inhale. Locking eyes I sucked at the sweet pearl. My tongue licking her up and down as if her cries were my food and her lust was my life source. Lapping up her deliciously sweet cream. A hand twisted and tugged at my hair. I looked up again at her rosy flushed face, bottom lip tugged hard between her teeth. I swear my d**k had never been this hard before.

Urged on by her gorgeous expression driving my tongue inside her, tongue f*****g her. Nikita begged for more, for release.

But I wasn't done yet. Her p***y was my slave and my tongue was it's master. As her body starts giving in to another climax, I retreated.

Flipping her around with one leg on the ground and the other leg bent up on the desk. Gripping those lush round cheeks and spreading them, my tongue toyed at the puckered pink hole.

The moment I added my fingers ramming deep inside her p***y was the moment her screams could no longer be contained. Pushed to the limit, Nikita's inner walls began to pulsate and her body trembled.

Her second orgasm was even more sexy than the first. Hot lust gushed out dripping onto my desk.....

"Prince Caleb?"

Nikita's words brought me out of my daydream.

Fuck, f**k, f**k.

Luckily I was sitting down hiding my stiff c**k under the desk as she entered the office.

"Ahem, yes." I said looking at a random piece of paper pretending to be interested, acting like I hadn't just had a perverted daydream about her.

"So, this is for real now I'm allowed out?"

The hope that this wasn't a twisted joke reflected in her doe eyes.

"If you follow my rules then yes."

"What are the rules?"

"Sit."