The Alpha’s White Wolf

Chapter 1 ~ s. 12

A strong, warm wave shoots through me.

Before I can even react, a powerful feeling awakens something inside me.

His lips slowly kiss the inside of my left thigh.

Higher.

And higher.

His warm kisses feel like fire against my skin.

Slowly, he moves higher.

His lips move closer and closer to my p***y.

GOOD. JUST f**k ME, PLEASE!!

Then, out of nowhere, a finger circles around and around my extremely sensitive part.

Goooooood.

His tongue starts moving around and around, moving with hunger.

I didn’t think he would be this good, but he’s actually eating me alive.

“f**k, you taste so sweet.”

My p***y is screaming.

And he hears it.

Before I can respond to his comment, he starts sucking on my pearl.

His mouth is the most precious thing I have ever felt.

His hands move around and find a place where they can hold on.

Stormy is screaming inside my head, and I can’t stop thinking about the feeling his body gives me.

His healing hands make my entire body tremble, making me crave him even more.

A strong, warm wave rushes through me.

Every touch feels like a spark against my skin.

My heart pounds harder with every second, and the anticipation becomes almost unbearable.

I never imagined he would be this good at reading me—at knowing exactly when to slow down and when to make my breath catch.

He leans closer, his voice low against my skin.

“f**k… you taste even better than i could imagine".”

Heat floods my face.

My body betrays me before I can even find the words to answer him.

Then he kisses me again, and every thought disappears.

His hands move around me, finding somewhere to hold on as if he needs to steady himself just as much as I do.

Stormy is screaming inside my head.

And I can’t stop thinking about him.

About his warmth.

About his hands.

About the way his touch seems to travel through every part of me.

Every breath I take feels like it belongs to him.

And when his ocean-blue eyes meet mine again, I realize there is something even more dangerous than desire in his expression.

He wants me.

And somehow, that thought makes me want him even more.