Alpha Werewolves & Littles Complete Bundle

Look Inside

Look InsideThe whole place smells like wolf. It was a scary scent for her to get used to at first, given her cat nature, but now, it feels safe- she feels safe knowing that the wolves here love her. She finds Oliver asleep, just as she had suspected, in the bed with a book on his stomach, as if he had fallen asleep in the middle of reading. It smells even more like him in here, the thick scent of wolf and musk and danger that makes the hair on her arm stand.

Cautiously, she brushes the back of her hand on his cheek, feeling the soft prickles of his stubble. His mouth parts and she feels like leaning into lick into his mouth to taste him. He fell asleep on top of his blankets, but he is still warmer than the rest of the house.

She chews on her bottom lip in indecision, and then climbs up onto the bed to curl around his side, making a space on the bed and on his body for her. She pushes the book out of the way and rests her head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart. His arms lay limp on the side for several seconds, and then she feels him stirring awake, his heart beat jumping, and then calming again.

"Good morning, baby," he murmurs as he wakes, curling a hand on the back of her neck.

"Kitten," she corrects and licks her lips. He smells really nice, sleepy and calm and content. She wants to wrap herself in his chest and never leave.

He lifts her up a little, shifting her body so that she's on top of his chest. "Kitten," he rumbles, combing his hand down her long hair, pausing behind her ears where it feels the nicest and scratching there.

She smiles, pleased, and then surrenders to her instinct to lean in and capture his lips, showing her gratitude to him with her body. Their lips part, both eager to explore each other. His mouth is as warm as the rest of him- warmer.

He slides his palms up her thigh and parts her legs, guiding her to straddle his hips. When they part for air, she leans her head back, offering him the smooth expanse of her neck, guiding him to mark here there. His mouth latches onto the pulse on her neck greedily, his hands on her hips holding fast, and then his other hand curl around the base of her tail, holding it firmly, but careful not to yank.

She normally doesn't like having her tail grabbed, but he's holding her so firmly and she wants to give in to him. It's easy to close her eyes and just let him do whatever he wants with her- to her.

She moans as he sucks a bruise on her neck and her body moves without thought, grinding and gyrating lazily, rocking back against his hardened manhood. She's no longer a virgin, but the length pressing against her body is slightly worrying. Angelus's c**k had be nowhere near as thick.

She closes her eyes and moans when he uses his teeth on her skin, biting gently, appealing to the animal part of her that wants to be dominated and claimed. It's a beautiful pain, one that she craves and surrenders to easily. She rakes her fingers over his scalp, tugging his head to the other side of her neck to mark her there as well.

He groans. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to breed you, Kitten," he says, pulling her off easily with a hand on the back of her neck, like he's scolding a misbehaving kitten.

"No," she pleads, hands fisting on his shirt, trying to pull herself closer. "Please," she whines.

"You're- you don't know what you're asking for, Kitten," he warns.

She can feel his c**k between pressing against her bum, so hard and ready already. He bucks against her when she leans down and she mewls at him plaintively. "Please?"

"Kitten," he whispers but his grip on the back of her neck loosens enough that she is able to lean in and press her mouth to his cheek, rubbing their skin together.

"Please," she whispers, though she knows she's already won. She can feel his teeth on her flesh, teasing, tasting. "I want. I want. I want," she pleads. It's the most she's said ever since that first day, when she was still so confused and disoriented.

"What do you want, Kitten?" he growls into her hair, his voice rumbling in her bones. His free hand strokes the small of her back like he has no control over his own limbs. "So pretty. My pretty baby," he rumbles and there is a tone of awe in his voice, like he can't quite believe he's holding her close, which is just ridiculous because she loves cuddling up close to him. They're just doing more now.

"Pretty Kitten," she corrects, frowning sternly at him for a second because she's not a baby. She's eighteen now.

"The prettiest kitten," he chuckles and she preens, immeasurably pleased by the compliment. "We'll make pretty cubs together, won't we, baby?" he murmurs, talking mostly to himself now, his hands touching everywhere.

"Pretty kittens," she whispers, mouthing his neck the way he's mouthing hers, tasting the salt and desire on his skin. He tastes like power and Alpha and very much like a fertile male. She likes it, her animal loves it.