Trapped Between Two Alpha Enemies

Prelude

Felicity...

In my foggy mind, the man in front of me was undoubtedly sexy and the boy-next-door attractive. His hair was a tan gold color. His more than six-foot frame was astoundingly filled out. Under his custom-tailored clothing, I imagined a toned athlete's body. His eager smile with deep dimples and hypnotic blue eyes were the most captivating. Blue eyes were entirely fixed on me.

Not bad for my first time, I told myself.

"You take my breath away, don’t you know that sweetheart? You and this dress, I want to take you here and now. You're not wearing anything under this dress."

The heat of his gaze evaporated every bit of moisture in my mouth. It immediately went dry. The compliment made my heart race, my face burn, and my blood pump. I felt so beautiful under his gaze. "I am not as gorgeous as the girls here," I stammered.

"You are the most stunning here," he said as his gaze dropped to my breasts and the n*****s poking against my shimmering gown down to my exposed thighs.

Heat bathed my face. "It is hot in here."

"I'll say," the stranger said, wiping away a bead of sweat from my temple with a measured sweep of his thumb. My receptivity was heightened by the simple contact, and I backed away. The temperature is actually quite cold, but I was extremely hot all over.

The feeling was new to me, and it made me feel afraid. It was so intense, so wild, and so ravenous.

"Are you seeing anyone?" he asked suddenly.

"No."

"Good, you are mine now."

"How old are you?" he asked again.

"I'm eighteen now," I replied.

His eyes lit as if some realization hit him. "We are destined for each other," he said.

"I want to get rid of my virginity, and I chose you to do the deed," I replied, followed by my small giggles. It's not about destiny because I chose it. I am in control. I said to myself. He touched my lips, outlining them with his thumb as he cradled my face. "It would be an honor, sweetheart, but are you sure?

I nodded and pulled him. "We will get into that, but I want to prepare you first. You just turned eighteen, and suddenly I found you here unexpectedly, my mate I've been waiting for. Your scent is so intoxicating. I never felt this kind of need before. You are mine."

"Then take me," I begged.

We were practically breathing the same air as we stood knee-to-knee, hip-to-hip, and chest-to-chest, face-to-face. Could he hear the pounding of my heart? Did he sense the passion in my veins?

He slanted his mouth over mine and kissed me. At the warm insistence of his lips and the smooth glide of his tongue, I succumbed to him.

The hard press of his zipper against my belly revealed how much he desired me. I relearned the stranger's exhilarating taste for several glorious minutes; his masculine taste flowed into my mouth. The only sounds in the luxurious space were his harsh breathing, my guttural moans of pleasure, and the rasping sounds of clothing. The ferocious kiss slowed. The stranger murmured against my skin, kissing my neck all the way down to the swell of my breasts. He traced my collarbones to the side of my breast, using his large hands to test the weight of my breasts; his thumbs wandered to the silk-covered n*****s.

Once again, heat exploded between us.

He slammed me against the leather couch so hard that I felt every twitch of his shaft on my belly, every hard muscle in his body. He came to a halt. He cupped my chin and motioned for me to look at him.

"I want you in every way imaginable, sweetheart, but this is your first time, and I want it to be memorable for us." My insides seemed to liquefy, sending a hot flow of thrills between my legs.

"I am hungry; I want to eat first," he suddenly said, with a glimpse of wickedness on his face.

"You prefer food over me?" I asked incredulously, with huge disappointment in my voice and on my face.

The stranger made a loud laugh, as if I had made a joke. "Yes, this kind of food is more satisfying, and I can’t wait to taste it," he replied.

I arched my brows as I looked up at him. I can’t imagine myself talking about food when I want to have s*x. "You've never tasted such food?" I asked.

"Not this one," he replied.

To my surprise, he sank to his knees, running his palms up the back of my muscled calves and across that expanse of fabulous thigh.

Perched on the end of the couch, he placed his hands on my knees. Scandalized, he lifted my gown to the other side, and his gaze fell on my waxed intimate part. "Wider, I want to check your specialty."

A wave of desire washed over me. My mind was telling me this was wrong, but my body defied my mind. I stretched my legs, letting my heels rest on the treads of the couch.

My eyes closed when his hot flesh moved into the space I’d created between my thighs. His finger slid through the wetness of my womanhood, stopping to trace the bare slit.

"So beautiful, so rosy, so delicious, so sweet, and so fragrant." One hand stroked my thigh. His mouth entered the picture, kissing my hipbones—the sensitive line of skin beneath my navel. A warm tongue glided across each rib as he made his way up my body.

His thumb moved across my pouting bundle of nerves, sliding down to rest in my slick opening, and he repeated the path up and down my wet slit, gradually building up the rhythm to steady stroking.

I don't understand why I started thrashing. Even the leather couch seat was too much for my sensitive skin. For the first time, I crave a man's mouth on my lips, breasts, and aching s*x.

He slid down one shoulder, and his errant mouth reached my n*****s, using only the tips of his tongue.

"Please."

He slid two fingers deep inside my p***y as he latched onto my n****e with his teeth. My mind raced as I felt his hungry mouth suckling my breast, his long fingers circulating in and out, and his thumb rubbing my c******l area.

I was tossing and turning, but I pressed up against his demanding fingers, clutching his strong shoulders, shudders ripping through me from scalp to toes as he milked even the smallest contractions.

I opened my eyes after my s*x had stopped pulsing, mortified at having been so quick on the trigger. But the man's intense gaze suggested he didn't mind my quick trip to the pinnacle. His hand slid between my thighs and brushed a wet line up my belly, which he followed with his tongue.

He growled against my flushed skin, "Beautiful." I buried my hands in his thick hair. My fingers traced the iron contours of his broad shoulders all the way down to his powerfully muscled back.

"What do you think of my specialty?" I was horrified of myself when I asked about it.

He grinned. "The best I've ever tasted," he replied instantly. I wondered how many p*****s his expert mouth tasted.

"And I want more," he said, his eyes slanted with lust.

"But aren’t you tired of the same dish?" she asked again.

"I won’t get tired of this one; I can eat this kind of dish many times a day. Your specialty is addiction. But this time, I want to look into your eyes when I eat your specialty and see the satisfaction on your face."

With that declaration, he stepped back, circled my ankles, and planted my feet on his shoulders. I struggled to sit up.

"What are you doing?"

"Devouring your specialty again, I am still ravenous." His tongue swirled a path up the inside of my thigh.

"Stay like that," he warned, "and watch me devour what you offered."

"B-but, it’s too soon, I-I can’t possibly—"

"You can," he said, licking a wide swath over the center of me, "you will."

His thumbs dragged his mouth up and down the dripping channel, spreading my folds apart. He jammed his hot, wiggling tongue as high as it could go inside my specialty in a breathless second. Oh, my goodness!"

As his mouth worked its magic, the muscles beneath my belly button rippled, and soft hair brushed against the inside of my thighs, causing them to tremble once more.

"Sweet heaven, you taste like some enchanted forbidden fruit," he groaned, lapping at the moisture pouring from my s*x.

The stranger’s head lifted, and his mouth glistened with my juices.

"Keep your eyes on mine."

His nimble tongue connecting with my flesh, drawing a series of figures connected to my entire part, he began eating me again down there. As that obscure point pulsed, blood beaded and puckered membranes swelled. My legs tensed, my n*****s beaded, and a punch of white-hot heat struck straight to my core as the soft leather couch dug into my lower back.

When the vibrations began, the stranger focused his gaze on my face and his fingers on my n****e. As my second orgasm flooded over me, I couldn't help but scream. As I noticed the stranger's heavy-lidded eyes, I realized he'd left a mark on me. The tantalizing throbbing slowed. Stopped. He kissed the tops of my thighs several times.

With a sigh of relief, I flopped back on the soft couch.

The stranger's mouth crept up my torso, tasting the dips and valleys of my satiated flesh until he reached my lips. His gentle breath opened my mouth, and his tongue slid inside, sharing his heat and my musky tang. He snatched me off the leather couch and sat me on his lap.

"This is the best appetizer I've ever had; I can’t wait to taste the main dish," he whispered.

There’s more? I think I’d die.