Bound to the Alpha

14

“Whoa!” I shout when he lifts his hips and the whole rowboat shakes violently from side to side. We both look at each other and laugh when it settles, and the nerves inside me start to melt away.

I’ve never done this before, but if what Ethan told me is true, he’s my mate and I have nothing to worry about.

My knees ache as they dig into the hard wooden floor of the boat, but I’m only focusing on Ethan’s c**k as he pulls his pants and underwear down.

His c**k springs free and I gulp when I see how hard it is. The sight sends a rush of heat straight to my core as I stare in awe. It’s a beautiful d**k all pulsing and throbbing like it’s more than ready to be inside of me. It’s so thick with a gorgeous swollen head that’s covered in sticky wet pre-c*m. I follow one creamy drop with my hungry eyes as it leaks out of the tiny slit at the tip and then runs down his thick veined shaft all the way to his huge balls that are swaying beneath it. They’re full and swollen and look ready to stuff me full of his hot c*m.

I can barely breathe as I reach out and touch it. He grits his teeth and hisses as my fingertips connect with his throbbing shaft.

The boat rocks as he sits back down on the bench, only this time neither of us are laughing.

My trembling hand wraps around it and I give his shaft a hard squeeze. More pre-c*m leaks out and runs over my clenched fingers.

“Look at the mess you’re making,” he says in a growl. “Better lick it up with that sexy little tongue of yours.”

I couldn’t agree more. I lean forward and taste his salty-sweet c*m, moaning at how good it feels as it fills my mouth.

He drops his head back and moans as I open my mouth wide and take the tip of his head inside. I push him in deeper and am shocked at how much his thickness stretches me.

I’m unsure of what to do, but every movement of my tongue and slide of my hand has him groaning harder and deeper, so I must be doing pretty well.

I start moving my head up and down faster, feeling him stretch out my mouth as his girth burns the back of my throat. I grip the thick root of his c**k with my hand as I coat him with my saliva, loving the taste of him. My bun comes undone and my hair spills out everywhere.

“f**k, you know how to suck your mate’s c**k,” he growls as he pulls my loose hair to the side so he can see my lips wrapped around him.

I pull his c**k out with a gasp and then start stroking his hard shaft up and down until my hand burns. My tongue is busy scooping up every drop of pre-c*m leaking out, not wanting to lose any of it.

“Your mouth feels so good,” he groans. “I’ve been waiting for these sexy lips to wrap around my c**k before you were even born. That’s how long I’ve been waiting in torture.”

His grip on my hair tightens when I take him back in my mouth.

“Just like that, peaches. Don’t take me out yet. I’m going to fill your greedy throat with my hot c*m. Is that what your slutty little mouth wants?”

“Yes,” I moan with his c**k pressed hard against my tongue. I take him in as far as he’ll go, making my eyes water and my throat burn.

“Oh yes,” he grunts, his breaths coming out fast and harsh. “Just like that. Yes!”

His swollen balls clench and his thick shaft throbs right before he cums deep into my mouth. I moan and c*m too as I feel one hot pulsing stream of c*m hit the back of my throat after another.

He jerks back violently and lets out a primal roar, sending the boat jerking to the side. I scream as it tips over and we plunge into the water.

The orgasm surging through me comes to an abrupt halt as I’m thrown under the cool lake. I kick my feet and swim back up, laughing as I look around for Ethan.

His head pops up and there’s pure panic on his face as he looks around for me. When he sees that I’m safe and laughing my ass off, he starts laughing too.

The boat is tipped over and we’re still giggling as we grab it and pull it back to shore.

God, this day…

Besides being nearly set on fire, it’s been the most perfect day ever.

Ethan

Chloe says something to me but I can’t hear over the vicious snarling in my ears.

Claim her! CLAIM her!

My bear is out of control as he makes another wild and reckless dash to get out. f*****g stop it! I scream at him as I fight back his savage assault. He slips right to the surface and fights to claw his way out, hacking and shredding with all of his might to pull me back in so he can claim what’s ours.

He was calm all dinner, but he’s done giving me time to do it my way. The impatient fucker wants to do it his way, which I guess means marking her himself. I’ll throw us both off a cliff before I let that f*****g happen.

Get. The. f**k. Back. Down! I scream at the nasty f**k.

He snaps in my ear and growls as he fights me some more.

It was going so well. I had made my specialty—honey garlic jumbo shrimps with steamed vegetables—and Chloe and I were falling in love over the nice music, the sweet wine, and the delicious food.

My grizzly’s pissed that I didn’t clear the table with my arm, throw her down on it, and f**k her brains out, and he’s making it known.

I was in the kitchen, trying to do the dishes while Chloe cleared the table when he started in on me. I don’t want her to see me like this. I’m trying to get him under control, but I’m struggling. He’s never been like this before. It feels like his feral and primal strength has increased threefold since our mate walked into our lives.

Mark her! He hisses at me as he makes another charge. This time he nearly slips through, and I just manage to catch him in time, flexing my muscles so tight they’re on the verge of ripping as I grit my teeth and push him back down with everything I have. We’re in mid-phase. I feel the searing of my muscles growing, the tearing of skin along my spine, the dull throbbing ache as my canines extend.