Secrets Of The Alpha 2: (BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (His Secrets Series) (13 page)

“Hey,” I said as I looked at him. “Now we are truly bound for life,” I said in a whisper.

“But the urges…Ophagia is not here and …” I leaned forward and kissed him deeply.

“You are here. You will teach me.”

Chapter 13

Growing up, I had always thought of myself as a people person, so living off the grid wasn’t something I was particularly excited about. But the place Vincent took me to, the place I now called home was perfect. It was like a little winter vacation that was going to last forever. After leaving his mother’s place, we had driven all the way to the North Carolina Mountains. At first, I thought it was silly to be so close to Hollywood. In my mind, I thought we were going to take off to Mexico or something of the sort.

“Hiding in plain sight,” Vincent had said, “Is the best kind of disguise.”

And he was right. There was no way the hunters would ever think of coming to look for him all the way out here. It was perfect. I grew my kitchen herbs and leafy vegetables in our backyard, and Vincent had invested in a motel in a town a few miles away. He would drive down every so often to check everything out as he picked up some groceries. He was doing everything he could to help through my transition, and even though some days were harder than others, I appreciated every single thing he did to help me. But for me, the best part of the transition was how we stripped down in the moonlight and ran wild in the mountains before we came back and made wild passionate love. All we needed was each other, and we had it. Everything else to me could have been semantics for all I cared.

It was on a Thursday afternoon when he walked in just as I was sticking a chicken into the oven. He walked up to where I was, and he slipped an arm around my waist before he kissed my neck. I shivered in his arms and exhaled loudly when I felt his hot lips on my neck.

“Hello my love,” he said in a low voice when he pulled away from me.

“Hey baby,” I said.

I wanted to turn around and face him, but he didn’t want me to. He pressed his pelvis into my ass, and I could feel his hardness against the flimsy material of my skirt. “You know, we have at least fifty minutes before we can eat,” I said in a suggestive tone. I could tell that my news excited him because his cock seemed to get harder almost immediately after I said that. He began kissing my shoulder as he slowly raised my skirt up. He put a leg in between mine, forcing me to part my legs and allowing him to pull my panties aside. I wasn’t sure whether it was the spontaneity of the moment or the fact that lately I had an insane sex drive, but I was already wet.

“Let’s go to bed,” I whispered as I felt him stroking my sex with his index finger but he shook his head. I gasped when he pushed a finger into me, testing my wet depths.

“The living room…the couch,” I begged. He was driving me wild by the way he was stroking me, and his hot breath on my neck was not helping the situation.

“We don’t need a bed, or a couch,” he said as he used his hand to push a bowl of fruit off the table. I gasped when I heard the clutter of the bowl against the wooden floor. There were oranges and apples all over the floor, but that didn’t seem to faze him.

He was suddenly tugging at my top making it tighter even though it was supposed to be on the ground by now. He was kissing my shoulder as he pulled it down. I felt my nipples harden when he finally exposed them to the cool air. He pulled away and looked down at my bare breasts. The way he was eyeing them you would have thought that it was the first time he was seeing them. He then filled his hand with one of my breasts. I gasped when I felt my nipple pressing against the palm of his hand. He backed me against the table, and I instinctively sat on it. He put his free hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me down on the table.

I was shivering from excitement as he took a nipple into his mouth. I moaned out in pleasure and grabbed a lock of my hair as he sucked on my already taut nipple. He was running his tongue around it, nibbling every so often making me arch my back in anticipation. My other breast was getting equal attention from his flicking fingertips. It was like unlike anything I had ever felt. The passion, the heat going through my body…he was doing everything right. I felt my skirt slide down my thighs resting on my waist. He finally pulled away from my breasts and kissed his way down to my navel before he pulled off my panties. He moved lower on me and kissed my inner thighs, working up to one knee and then down the other before he gently blew on my pussy.

I shivered and raised my head to look at him. I was dying to have him take me, but he was teasing me, his tongue flicking my sensitive bud over and over before he finally took my entire clit into his mouth and sucked hard. I was literally holding on for dear life with my hands tightly grasping the edges of the table as he sucked away, barely giving me any time to breathe. Soon enough, my clit was almost as hard as my nipples were. He pulled away, and I breathed a sigh of relief, but the release didn’t last long because he lowered his head again and began kissing my labia in the very same way he would kiss my mouth. I inadvertently spread my legs wider, and he took this as a go ahead, taking one of my legs on his shoulder as he went on kissing my pussy. It was not long before he took my other leg and rested it on his other shoulder. I was now fully exposed to him. I as shuddering as I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge, and with the way he was going, there was no telling how long I could hold out before I came.

Almost immediately, I felt a surge of white hot energy flowing through my body. I squirmed and moaned loudly as he thrust his tongue deep inside me and pressed his thumb gently against my clitoris. He was doing everything right…and this was it. I suddenly cried out when he suddenly pulled away from my core denying me the very pleasure I was dying to have.

“We are going to do that together,” he said as he quickly undid his belt buckle and pushed his pants off.

He climbed onto the table and settled in between my legs. I was breathing hard as he plunged himself deep into my depths. I gasped when I felt him settle deep inside me, filling my every fold. He was just a perfect fit. A perfect, perfect fit.

“Oh shit, Vincent!” I cried as he began moving himself in and out of me. “I love what you do to me!”

I moaned as I clawed at his back. Vincent was fucking me with long slow strokes making me moan and groan and gasp with pleasure. I called out his name once or twice, making him thrust harder and deeper. It was like he was trying to screw me into the table, and I wasn’t complaining.

“So you love
this,”
he asked as he suddenly thrust harder than ever.

“Yes!” I cried out.

“And
that.”

“Oh yeah!” I cried out again. “I’m going to cum!” I cried.

“Hold it,” he commanded.

It was like my announcing my imminent had fueled him further. The long slow strokes were gone. They had been replaced by long thrusts that echoed in the room every time his hips slammed into my pelvis. He brought his head down and kissed me deeply as he went on thrusting deep and hard. The kiss was deep, and I was breathing harder than ever as I tried to keep my orgasm at bay, but nothing seemed to work. It was like the more I tried, the closer I got.

“Hold it Winnie,” Vincent commanded again almost as if he could read my thoughts. “Oh shit…Winnie….Winnie, I love you,” he muttered as he thrust harder and deeper. This was it. I was about to come undone.

“I love you too!” I moaned as he thrust into me again.

That last thrust was all I needed to resign to my fate. I cried out and buried my face in his shoulder as I felt my walls quaking. My climax was tearing through me, prompting my lover’s own orgasm.

“Oh my…God! Winnie…babe…” He was moaning as I felt a familiar warmth filling me.

Soon, the strong thrusting man had been reduced a mass of quavering flesh on top of me. I was breathing hard, as was he, as we lay there wrapped up in the wake of our passion. He raised his head and looked down at me. I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead as he lowered his head to kiss me.

“That was…amazing,” he whispered when he pulled away. “You…you are amazing.”

“I love you, Vincent,” I said in a soft voice.

I could feel his now limp cock slowly slipping out of my pussy. The kitchen was dim except for the oven light and the moonlight shining through the window. Vincent looked outside the window and then looked at me.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” He asked, and I smiled at him, nodding. He slowly climbed off the table and helped me off before he pulled me into the moonlight. I growled softly as I slowly began transforming. He gently squeezed my hand and then pulled me into the shadows.

“Not all the way, remember,” he coached in a gentle voice. “Remember, you feel it here,” he said as he touched my chest.

“And you think it here,” he added as he touched my temple. I nodded before he pulled me into the moonlight again. I growled, but this time I didn’t transform. He smiled and nodded.

“Now baby, sing to the moon,” he whispered before he began howling playfully at the moon. I looked at him before I began doing as he was doing. If ever there was a time when I was truly happy, it had to be that moment.

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