Yielding to the Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) (3 page)

“M-my clothes…”

“You look better without them,” he said. He was at the edge of the bed now, staring lustily at her.
The doorway is clear now
, she thought suddenly,
I could grab my clothes and get away before he could react--even he’s not that quick
. But her body wasn't moving.

Jerome reached out and stroked her leg. She didn’t withdraw it. His touch felt so good. She could still run, any minute now she’d run. Again Jerome regained control of himself and pulled his hand back.

“Maybe you should go. I can’t… I can’t always control this.” He warned. He looked deadly serious. Sharon shrank back along the bed, using her hands and exposing her chest in the process. Jerome’s eyes fixated upon her naked breasts instantly--she could almost feel his gaze running over pink, puffy nipples, embarrassing her even further. Had she no shame?

It was then that an extraordinary change came over her. She looked into Jerome’s gray eyes, and his stare drifted up from her breasts into hers. In that instant she saw the pure, untamed, animalistic lust in them that Jerome seemed to be trying so hard to restrain and for the first time she understood the struggle that must be.

She could almost see Jerome for what he really was. In her mind he became then not a merely slightly hairy, well-built man, but something else. A beast. More than a beast--he was something primal that was so beyond the understanding of humans it made her dizzy, but which connected to her on a baser level.

As her mind saw him in that form, a powerful change swept over and derailed her train of thought. All her worries and doubts were quenched, or at least muffled. Her body was reacting to the wolf without her conscious control and almost instantaneously, her desire to cover up was replaced with a much deeper need to be exposed, to be dirty, to show Jerome every inch of her naked human body and have him do to her whatever his animal lust wanted.

CHAPTER FOUR

Her arms fell to her side, her legs parted a little. She could only stare breathlessly at Jerome, no longer caring about modesty. Seconds passed. Just as Sharon felt the strange state begin to dissipate, Jerome’s inner beast finally broke to the surface in response. He lunged forward onto her as though he could read every filthy desire that had just blazed through her mind. Before she could process what was happening his body was atop hers, his hands were running over her body, his lips were on her neck, then her nipples, then her stomach…

It was only when Jerome aggressively pulled her panties down her legs, stripping her of the last of her decency that Sharon’s shock overcame the primal desire that Jerome had awoken in her. She was completely naked now, showing Jerome what no man had seen before. “Wait…” she gasped. But then he spread her legs apart and buried his face in her virgin sex, and her doubts imploded as quickly as they had reasserted themselves.

“
Oh!
” she gasped. The sensation was overwhelming. She’d never been touched there, not like this, not even by herself. The warm tongue ran over her inner thighs, lashing at the folds of her defenseless vulva. She wasn’t ready for that. “
Jerome
!” she gasped.

There was no doubt about what her body wanted now. She felt the wet caress of his tongue being met by a wetness of her own. Her mind might have wanted Jerome to slow down, to let her recover and ease into this, but her ever moistening slit ached for him to go faster.

Jerome seemed to meet her ever increasing lust with a fury of his own; he pushed her legs up into the air and spread her legs as wide as he could, leaving her in an unladylike position. The folds of her sex were stretched open, and even her ass cheeks were raised and parted. She blushed again at the thought of the view she must be offering, but she was past caring about modesty. She shut her eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over her.

“Your pussy tastes delicious,” growled Jerome, pausing for breath. She never used language like that, and half an hour ago it might have made her uncomfortable, but right now if anything it turned her on even more.
My ‘pussy,
’ she thought with satisfaction,
he’s licking my pussy
.

She looked down at him. She realized now that he was no longer holding her legs up, she was maintaining this revealing position herself, her aching pussy desperate for him to resume.

“Don’t stop.” She didn’t want to come down from this; she might have to start thinking about what she’d done. Jerome grinned.

“You like it?” He ran his finger gently down her pussy, making her jump at the sudden touch. He stroked her clitoris ever so slightly, and brought it down to her wet, virgin hole. “You like having your pussy eaten out?” His voice seemed much more gravelly now, and every syllable seemed to inflame her lust even more as though it was speaking directly to the deeper, much baser and hornier Sharon inside her. She couldn’t understand how he was doing that, and she didn’t care.

“
God yes.
” Was she actually grinding her hips against his hand now? “Don’t tease me, don’t, please, do that again…” She pulled her legs back further until her ankles were over her head, but he still relented. He ran his fingers over and over her slit, toying with her, sending ripples of anticipation firing through her body. Just as she was about to grab him by the hair and press his face into her, he let his finger pause at the entrance to her pussy.

“
Jerome…
”She whispered.

And then he was pushing inside of her. Her tight virgin hole resisted his invasion, and there was some struggling on Jerome’s part that felt painful and pleasurable all at once, but within a handful of seconds he was inside her. She gasped and shuddered as her pussy was breached for the first time.

Whatever she was expecting it to feel like it wasn’t this, she had never imagined that it could feel so intensely
satisfying
to have a man inside her
there
. She gazed into his eyes, mouth agape and legs still splayed wide open, and silently begged him for what she knew was coming next.

Jerome plunged his finger as deep into her as he could, setting off more ripples of pleasure and eliciting a squeal from Sharon. He nibbled at her thigh and thrust inside her with his digit again and again, the wetness of her pussy now more than compensating for how tight it still was. She could feel him exploring her hot, wet insides with his finger, touching her in just the right places until she was moaning softly and grinding her pelvis against his hand.

“Ready to get started?” he asked.

“W-what?” There was more? “OH!” Jerome dipped two fingers deep inside her, sending a jolt through her. Before she could react or even think, he started to move, stuffing her pussy with his fingers over and over, harder and faster every time until the room was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds.

It completely overpowered all her senses. Fuck modesty, fuck respectability, all she cared about in the whole world was being filled. When the tongue returned to her swollen clit, it was almost more than she could stand.

“Oh, Jerome, yes,
God
, yes…” she squirmed and squealed and shook, and Jerome upped his pace, devouring her at the same time as his fingers were making her a sodden mess. Her hands were in his hair again, pulling him closer,
anything
to make sure his tongue never stopped. Sharon’s entire body writhed to the waves of pleasure rolling over her, and all her nerves were tingling between her legs.
It’s actually going to happen
, she thought deliriously,
he’s going to make me…

And then he was pulling away. Sharon gave an audible groan of frustration and tried to pull him back, but he was much too strong.

“No! Please, keep going, I was almost…”

“Not so fast Sharon,” he teased. He was breathing heavily too now, staring down at her lustfully. She tried opening her legs even further, hoping to entice him back. She knew she must look like the filthiest whore who ever sold herself, but all she could think about was the desperate ache in her empty vagina. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

Something like self-consciousness crept back into her mind at that, and she let her legs fall. Had she done something to make it obvious? But he was still grinning.

“It’s OK, I’ve been with virgins before. By the time we’re done you’ll have come so hard you’ll wonder why you stayed one for so long.” Saying that only reminded her of her desperate need to be filled again. “And besides, I have a gift for you.” Without a trace of hesitation or embarrassment, he pulled down his jeans and underwear in one go, throwing them aside and standing over her on the bed completely naked. “You’ve never seen this before have you?”

Sharon stared unashamedly at his naked body. It was as chiseled and toned as it had appeared with clothes on, and quite hairy. She could see the outline of every muscle; his taut stomach, and powerful thighs. But that wasn’t what she was staring at.

He was right; she'd never seen a man’s penis before. Were they all so impressive? It hung between his legs, throbbing. She had no idea they were so veiny.

Again the image of Jerome before her, powerful and naked, seemed to shimmer as though some other form was there beneath the surface, some wild animal. His eyes blazed with some hidden fire. If she’d thought the effect it had last time was powerful, it was nothing to what seeing Jerome naked was doing to her mind. She stared hungrily at his manhood, and felt once again something awaken in her mind that she was completely unused to. Her whole body seemed to ache with lust. She needed to be filled by him, needed to have him use her in the most obscene ways imaginable, and with every second she took in the sight the need intensified. How was he
doing
this to her?

“Can I touch it?” she said breathlessly, without even thinking. He nodded. Still trembling, she got up and kneeled in front of the naked werewolf. Ignoring the ache between her legs, she grasped the rod with shaking hands. It grew hard beneath her fingers--tiny in comparison. She ran her hands over the length, staring shamelessly at it.

“Do you want to taste it?” He growled, sending shivers of excitement through her at the word.

God yes
. She nodded up at him and, not sure quite how to do this sort of thing, wrapped her lips around the head of his dick. Jerome gave a low grunt as his cock filled her mouth.

As soon as she started she knew she couldn’t help herself. Knowing that Jerome’s penis was inside her drove her crazy. She sucked gently on the tip, taking in the sight and smells of his cock up close, and grabbed his toned buttocks with both hands. He hardened almost instantly, filling her mouth even more and almost making her gag. She had to have more--she slid her lips along his shaft, trying to take it as deep into her mouth as she could.

She didn’t care what she looked like--she’d always heard ‘cocksucker’ thrown around as an insult and she’d always assumed that only dirty girls did it, but she didn’t care if right then she looked like the dirtiest whore there ever was, she
needed
him inside her, needed to feel his rock hard shaft fill her up.

Jerome was gripping her hair tightly, encouraging her on, grunting and growling more the deeper she went until she was almost choking and he was grunting like a wild beast. Suddenly she felt his hands grip her shoulders and he pushed her backwards hard onto her back. He advanced over her, a crazed, animal-like expression on his face.

“Spread your legs,” he growled at her. She saw him fully erect for the first time; it was so much longer now, and so
thick
. He was crouched before her, his hardness pointing directly at her with wet intent. She all of a sudden felt very nervous and, for the first time in a while, very aware that she was naked. She was a small girl, and Jerome’s cock looked thicker than her wrists. It only now hit her that he was going to put that thing inside her. He’d tear her in two!

“Wait,” she gasped. All her uncertainties seemed to rush back. What was she doing here? Had she really done this? Jerome didn’t look in the mood to ‘wait.’

“Sharon I know you want me inside you, it’s useless pretending. So spread those legs wide open so that I can
fuck
your brains out.” The instant his hard member brushed against her thigh she knew he was right. She wanted nothing more than to be his plaything. She splayed her legs open once again.
This is it
, she thought, as she felt the head of his dick at the entrance to her slit.

The first thing she felt was an impossible stretching, as her labia spread wider than she ever imagined it could go to accommodate Jerome’s hard shaft. She gritted her teeth arched her back--he wasn’t relenting.

“
Shit
!” And just like that he was inside. She’d never felt so
full
. Jerome grunted in satisfaction as he slid himself in further, inch by inch. She couldn’t deny it was painful, but even the slightest movement sent ripples of pleasure through her as her insides struggled to accommodate the thickness within her. “You’re, you’re inside me…”

“Barely,” he replied with a wicked grin. She looked down in disbelief--he was right, he wasn’t even half in yet. He grabbed her trembling legs in each hand and bared his teeth. “Are you ready?” He gave a single wild thrust of his hips and drove his cock into her as deep as he could--she cried out and thrashed and bucked her hips but she was defenseless against it. She was being stretched in all directions--how could something so agonizing feel so
good
?

There was no stopping him now. He threw her legs over his shoulder and piled into her over and over--slowly at first, but building up pace as quickly as he thought she could handle.

She ran her hands over his chest, groaning with every powerful thrust. She needed to feel him, feel all of him, to draw him into her. She wanted to feel the heat of his body against hers, feel his hands on her body. As if on cue he lunged forward and took her breasts in his hands, cupping them roughly and setting off new bursts of pleasure through her. She wrapped her legs around him as he leant forward and took one of her hard nipples in his mouth, running his tongue over the nub.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Between the furious pounding of his cock smashing into her, and the gorgeously painful nibble he gave her nipple he was pushing her over the edge. She was too dizzy to think, she needed the release, she needed to let it happen…