The Alpha's Obsession

Episode 5

He entered me again, and I gasped as his c**k filled me once more. With this new angle of penetration, he began to hit new, deeper places inside me, which came bursting to life with each thrust.

I arched my back, and Heather's hand left my shoulder to grip my hair. He pulled my head back, which arched my back even further, and he sank some how deeper. His c**k rubbed my g-spot repeatedly, inciting flash after blinding flash of pleasure between my legs, and I knew that I wouldn't last long.

Heather began to quicken his pace. His breath came fast, peppered with low groans of pleasure, as his pelvis slapped into my ass time after time. He curled his body over mine, and his hand left my hair and slid around my abdomen.

His hand found the top of my p***y and rubbed at my c**t. I cried out as fireworks burst inside my cunt, making my legs tremble. I was panting with each thrust, my eyes squeezing shut at the overwhelming sensation of both his c**k inside me, and his hand simultaneously rubbing my c******s. Hot, exquisite waves of pleasure lapped at my p***y and rose inside me, until I was gasping for breath, drowning ...

Heather groaned and his c**k pulsed inside me. A hot rush of c*m burst in my p***y.

We came together, rolling and undulating with the waves that crashed through us, shuddering and gasping, our slick, sweat-covere1d bodies sliding against one another.

I whimpered and my hands collapsed beneath me, leaving my upper body lying flat on the mat, and my ass in the air. Heather buried his c**k deep, one last time, and my p***y pulsed on him, squeezing out the final drops of his seed.

We both collapsed onto the mat completely then, Heather on top, still inside me from behind. We lay gasping together, until our breaths slowed and the sweat cooled on our bodies. I floated on a river of bliss.

“Now that's focus,” I said softly, and Heather's chest shuddered on my back as he laughed.

“I'll teach you some more self-defense tomorrow,” he said. “You're doing well – I just have to keep my damn hands off you.” His arms snaked around my body and he clutched my breasts. “Which isn't easy.”

He slid out of me, and we repositioned packed on the carpet until we both lay on our , with his muscular arm cushioning my head. I felt sleepy, drunk with relaxation.

“Thanks for teaching me to defend myself,” I said softly in his ear.

“It's been my pleasure,” Heather laughed. And then his face grew serious. “I just hope you never have to. Because that would mean that I'm dead.” He looked into my eyes, and traced a finger slowly over the naked curve of my waist.

The way Heather touched me, the way he looked at me in that moment, made me feel beautiful and delicate. Precious.

“I would die to protect you,” he said.

Goosebumps raised over my entire body. I wasn't sure whether it was because of his finger trailing over my naked skin, or because of his words.

At that moment, I felt more safe than I ever had in my life.

Recently, I hadn't been feeling that way. That's why Heather was teaching me to defend myself – both in human and wolf form. I'd been feeling unsettled. I didn't doubt Heather's ability to protect me, but I couldn't have him watching me twenty-four hours a day – even living with him as I now was. The recent enemy I'd made was preying on my mind.

Athena.

It had been more than a month since the incident, but it's not easy to forget an attempt at murder.

Athena had been vying to become Heather's mate during his recent crowning as pack Alpha, and when she realized that there was a chance he would choose me instead, she tried to kill me.

I saw the gleam of blood-lust in her eye when she attacked me. I knew she would have murdered me, if Heather hadn't saved me. And her threat, before being exiled from the pack by Heather, echoed through my mind whenever I was alone.

“You b***h! You'll pay!”

On my nightly wolf-runs through the forest with Heather, I kept having the faint impression of Athena's scent, plastic and sickly-sweet, drifting secretly through the mist.

And then there were the dreams. I took my dreams more seriously now, since being told that they reveal the future.

Dreams of being followed. Blurry scenes of violence – a knife blade, rising and falling, and rising again. The spilling of blood. A swollen crimson moon.

And then there was the other dream. The one I hadn't told Heather about.

A naked man, at the foot of our bed. And Heather, nowhere to be seen. The man's intentions are unclear to me, as is his face. But my fear is crystal clear. He holds a snake in his arms.

I didn't know how to explain that dream to Heather. I felt that he might take it the wrong way, so I kept it to myself.

My dreams were confusing me, making me afraid of what might be coming. I needed to speak to Ryla, the pack seer. She had told me of the prophetic power of my dreams, and maybe she had more answers.

Heather jerked awake beside me, pulling me from my thoughts. He had fallen asleep, in one of his post-s*x comas.

“What's the time?” he said, yawning.

“I'm not sure,” I said. “But it's getting dark outside.” The sun was setting, casting a crimson glow through the window.

“We should leave soon,” Heather said. “The pack will be waiting.” He kissed me on the cheek and rose from the mat, before taking my hand and helping me to my feet. I couldn't help but admire the sexy, bulging muscles of his shoulders as h

e pulled me up.

As satisfied as I was, I always wanted more of him.