The Bearly Controlled Alpha (3 page)

The image of her under him, pleading with him to lick and suck at every square inch of her called out to him. But he wanted this visual temptation first. She hesitated, and he lifted his hand, showed her his two fingers, and bought them to his mouth. Logan sucked at those digits, got them nice and wet, and moved them between her thighs. Oh, he knew she was already wet, all soaked and juicy for him, but he wanted to be vulgar and obscene right now. It turned him on.

“Oh. God.” Her eyes widened when he pulled her panties aside and slipped his fingers along her wet pussy lips. “Christ, Honey. You are so damn soaked for me.”

She nodded, licked her lips, and leaned in an inch. He didn’t think she realized she had moved closer to him until their mouths were only a few inches apart. He took his fingers away, brought them up to her eye level again, and sucked them clean. She tasted sweet and slightly musky, and he loved every fucking explosion of flavor that burst across his tongue.

Ours.

His animals roared out. “Touch yourself,” he demanded, not meaning to be a prick, but not able to go much slower. “Submit to me, forget about the fact we just met, that you don’t know anything about me aside from what was in my file.” He leaned in close, smelled her hair, and closed his eyes as euphoria filled him. “I can tell you’re the type of female that likes to take control, but I’m your mate, and as you can tell I don’t like being the one to let others dominate.” He moved his mouth to hers, dragged his tongue along her bottom lip, and felt her tremble. “Now, touch yourself for me. Let go.”

She reached down, pulled her thong to the side, and touched her pussy. Logan leaned back to watch.

“Like this?” Her voice was low, and he watched as a blush stole her cheeks and covered her chest. He could tell by her voice that she wasn’t used to giving up her control.

He nodded, not able to speak now as he watched her rub her thumb along her clit. He ran his palms up and down her breasts, curled his fingers into the giving flesh. “Yeah, baby, just like that,” he gritted out. He couldn’t take any more of this delicious torture. He wanted to be rough with her, wanted to feel her surrender as he took her.

He reached down to push her hand aside, grabbed her thong, and tore the fucker away. Logan stared down at her chest as she breathed heavily. The scent of her arousal slammed into his nose once the underwear was gone. He placed a hand on her belly, pushed her back gently, and had her lying back on the smooth counter. After he grabbed her thighs, he lifted them on the counter and placed her feet on the edge.

“You want this, baby? You want me?” He smoothed his hands up her legs, over her ass, and gently lifted her bottom. He loved the weight of the twin mounds in his hands, loved that she was smooth and soft and was making these little noises in the back of her throat.

“I want this, Logan.” Her eyes were slightly widened as he kneaded her flesh. “God, I want this.” She had her hands off her breasts, and her palms on the granite beneath her.

“My desire for you should scare you.” Placing a hand on both of her thighs now, he slowly moved his fingers toward her pussy. When he was touching the sweet, hot, wet flesh, Logan exerted pressure until she was spread even wider for him. Watching her with a primal hunger as her labia spread open, his cock throbbed as her darker pink inner lips came into view. He slowly moved his gaze over her rounded stomach and stopped when he saw her huge breasts. Damn, her nipples were rock hard and elongated.

Logan moved between her thighs, and with his wide shoulders between them there was no way she could close them. Good, he didn’t want her to hide herself from him. He wanted her spread and open, aching and wet for him. The scent of her pussy had his tongue swelling with the need to run the length through the center of her body. But he didn’t deny either of them any longer.

Placing a thumb on either side of her pussy, he pulled apart her flesh even farther and covered her entire slit with his mouth. He worked his tongue in her hole, moved it in and out, and then flattened it and slid it all the way up her cleft and closed his mouth around her clit. The breathy sound she made was like adding fuel to the fire of his need. Over and over he licked and sucked at her, keeping her open with his thumbs and making sure to memorize every inch of her cunt. The bastards within him wanted out, wanted to tear Honey up in only the best of ways. But Logan wanted to experience this as a human right now. They’d have plenty of time to get fucking wild.

His nails turned into claws, and he felt his incisors elongate. The gasp that came from her when she clearly felt the sharpness of them on her sensitive flesh had his balls drawing up tight.

“Logan, God I can see your wolf and bear trying to get through.” She didn’t sound afraid or disgusted, and by the warm gush of cream that spilled from her and covered his tongue he knew she liked it. She fucking loved it, and he would give her more, so much more.

Logan lifted his head from between her thighs and felt the product of her arousal cover his mouth. He knew his animals were right there, despite him trying desperately to keep them back. Not answering because he didn’t know if he could form a coherent word right now, he covered her pussy with his mouth again and sucked on her clit harder than before. He
needed
her to come, needed to hear her cry out her orgasm and beg for more. She tensed and reached out to tangle her hands in his hair.

“Oh God.
Yes
, right there,” she moaned.

Logan sucked faster and slipped his hand lower so he could shove a finger deep inside of her body. Instantly her inner muscles clenched around the digit, pulled it in farther, and he added another one right when she came.

She mewled out, pulled at his hair until the pleasure and pain became one, and without thinking, only needing some friction, he reached down and grabbed his cock. He stroked himself as she came undone on his mouth. “You’re so hot and tight, and all this wetness is for me, baby,” he said against her extra juicy pussy. But he wanted more from her.

When he sensed her orgasm waning he pulled back, stood, and grabbed the back of her neck. He wanted her to taste herself on him, to know that he loved this claiming, and that there would be more. Although he wouldn’t fuck her yet, he wasn’t done with her either.

Pulling back, he noticed a light sheen of sweat covered her chest. Logan leaned down and ran his tongue along the tiny beads of wetness. The salty sweetness that invaded his taste buds had him wanting more. Before the little tremors that shook her body waned, he flipped her onto her belly, pulled her body down so her feet touched the floor, and hiked her dress as high up on her waist as it could go.

“Logan? What are you doing?” She glanced over her shoulder, but he focused on her ass.

God, her ass was glorious ass.

He brought his palm down. Logan smacked the hell out of her ass cheek until her skin became red and she gasped out in pleasure and pain.

“I am going to lick every part of you.” Her ass was popped up, and he immediately grabbed a cheek in each hand and spread her wide. Hidden beneath the full mounds was the tight, pink hole of her anus. He had always been an ass man, and she had one that went on for miles.

“I’ve never done this…” Her voice held a breathy quality to it. She was still looking over her shoulder, and there was a hazy quality in her expression. He planned on making her come once more.

“I’ll make this good for you, baby. I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”

She licked her lips. “Back there?” There was a touch of hesitancy in her voice, but no fear or reluctance.

Without answering, but still holding her gaze with his own, Logan leaned in and ran his tongue right up the center of her ass. He pressed his tongue to her anus, moved it around the tight hole, and then gently pressed in.

“
God
…”

Her voice had him groaning and pleasure filling him. Humming around the hole, he continued to lick at her, slowly at first as to get her used to what was certainly something new to her. She tasted good, slightly salty from her sweat, but still having the clean sweetness to her. Then his actions started getting more demanding, more forceful. He squeezed her ass cheeks, curled his nails into her flesh, and growled against her now-soaked flesh. He needed to feel her let go this way.

Honey moaned, and it was music to his ears. “I’ve never felt anything like that, Logan.” It was almost like she spoke to herself, and so he renewed his efforts.

Slipping a hand between her legs, he found the hard little nub of her clit and rubbed it back and forth at the same time he licked her asshole. Pulling back and using his other hand to press a finger to the tight ring of muscle, he gently inserted the digit into her ass. But he never stopped rubbing her clit in the process. Logan watched as she shook uncontrollably, as she curled her fingers into her palms.

“Come on, baby. Give me one more. Come for me again.” He pressed his finger harder on her clit and rubbed it faster. He pushed another digit into her ass, but she was nice and slick from him working his mouth all over her, and the finger slid in smoothly.

“God, you’re making me feel so full.”

She hadn’t felt anything yet. He renewed his efforts until she was panting, begging him for more, and then she came hard. He worked his finger in and out of her ass, rubbed her clit, and watched her body the entire time. She was shaking, her legs spread wide, and her body strung tight. He sucked at her ass, licked her, rubbed her, and loved that she surrendered to him. Honey trusted him, and that was all he could ask for right now.

When she sagged against the island, her body sweaty, clearly sated, he slowly rose, smacked her on the bottom and watched it jiggle, and then smoothed his fingers up her back. Her hair was still a bun at the nape of her neck, and the slender column of her throat beckoned his animals. His canines descended even farther with the thought of marking her, but he pushed the desire back. Tonight, when he had her in a bed, he’d truly devour her.

Honey looked in her rearview mirror for the hundredth time and saw Logan’s SUV following closely behind her. She left his cabin hours ago, had gone to back home to wash up, and then had met him for dinner. There hadn’t been much time for her to think about what in the hell she had done with him, what she had let him do
to
her. Logan had licked her pussy, eaten her out right there on the kitchen counter like she had no qualms about it. The truth was she had ached for it, wanted his mouth on her body until she couldn’t even see straight. But then he had done things to her as with his mouth and fingers, things she had never let any male do to her before. Honey had about lost her damn mind.

He had insisted on taking her out to dinner, saying he wanted her “fed” because he wanted her strong for when he finally claimed her. God, he was so over the top, so alpha, that she couldn’t even comprehend how dominant he was. She shifted in her seat, feeling herself grow wet at the thought of being under him. They had met at a little diner in town, had eaten in this weird, sexually charged silence. They had watched each other, not moving, not speaking, but seeming to be able to know what the other was feeling. It was a strange sensation for her, because she had never felt connected to anyone like this before, especially not when they had just met.

Of course she knew the basics about him: hybrid wolf and bear shifter, thirty-two years old, orphan, and SEAL. He was seven years older than her, not much in the grand scheme of things, but for some reason he seemed older, like he had lived a hundred lives already. He was from Sugar Crest originally, but she wasn’t and therefore didn’t know anyone who hadn’t been around for the last ten years. She glanced in her mirror again, saw his headlights, wished she knew what he was thinking, or how this was affecting him inside.

She turned onto her street, pulled into the driveway in front of her small two-bedroom home, and cut the engine. Logan’s SUV pulled up behind her car, trapping her, as if he thought she’d try and escape from her own home, and then he too cut the engine. For a second neither got out of their vehicles, just sitting there, maybe thinking about how to proceed. Honey glanced in her rearview mirror, saw that he was watching her, and since there were no headlights blinding her, she could see the intense look on his face. She was doing this, going to bring this male into her home, welcome him into her body, and not worry about the fact they hardly knew each other. She wasn’t a whore, had only been with three men in her entire life, but she had always
known
them before taking them into her bed.

But being with Logan, in the only way she had so far, had her feeling this strong connection with him. He was definitely the strong silent type, took control, and was used to death and violence given the life and profession he had led. But she felt this gentleness with him when he had touched her. Yes, it had been raunchy and good, filthy and erotic, but he had touched her like he owned her, like he wanted to memorize her body until he could read it like it was his own.

Honey took a deep breath, opened her door, and climbed out of the car. Logan was doing the same, and before she knew what was happening he was right in front of her, pushing her up against the driver’s side door. He kissed her like he hadn’t seen her in years, like he had been yearning to do it his entire life. Honey melted against him, felt her badger rub against the underside of her skin, wanting to submit for the first time in her life to this hybrid. He pulled back, stared at her face, and ran his thumb along her bottom lip.

“What was that for?” she said softly, breathlessly.

“I wanted to do it. I wanted to kiss you in the restaurant, to make sure everyone saw, but I knew I would end up not being able to stop.” His voice was equally low, and filled with heat.

Honey knew what she was going to do when they got inside, knew that she was going to let him fuck her. And a part of her, every part of her, wanted that like she wanted to breathe. She licked her lips, tasted him on her tongue. He smelled of soap from his recent shower, and the aftershave he wore was intoxicating, so much to the point that she could have gotten drunk from the smell alone.