Alpha Heat by Deva Long Read Free Book Online

it.” Again he growled, and again my sore nips and my needy pussy trembled.
    He jerked his head to the right pointing with his chin toward a door on the far side of the room. “There’s a good place to talk.”
    Without looking back he started walking toward the door. A new song started up on the sound system. Cutting through a jagged, sexy beat a throaty voice wailed asking a man to give her a reason to feel like a woman. Her voice rose up through the floor, up my legs, into my chest, the beat pounding in time with my heart.
    He went through leaving the door open before I could take the first step, and I had to trot to catch him.
    Karl sat on the bed. He’d fired up a candle and the flickering light played over his naked chest. For the first time I saw his pectorals were covered with fine light colored hair. In the candlelight his fur glowed a translucent scarlet like the sunset through waves. I smelled cinnamon from the candle.
    He had a black wolf’s head tattooed on each of his arms. The art was blocky, stylized. Not realistic but rather native looking.
    The belt lay curled like a snake to his right. He patted the left side of the bed. “Sit.”
    Again a command. I struggled to keep my mouth closed as I tried not to stumble walking to him and then sitting close, feeling the heat of his thigh.
    I looked at him, leaning into his arm. I wasn’t panting that hard.
    “I have certain things I want in a relationship.”
    “And you always get what you want.”
    He laughed. Good, I can make him do that.
    “Life’s too short to live with what you don’t want.”
    “That’s a great motto if you can afford it.”
    His smile made shadowed pools below his cheeks. I wanted to dive into them.
    “I can afford all my mottos.” He squinted, making the swimming holes even deeper and more inviting.
    “What do you want?”
    “I don’t know for sure. I met a hot guy. He rescued me from pirates. He turns me on. I’m seeing where it goes.” I kissed his shoulder. “I’m not usually like this.”
    I’m not at all like this.
    I was actually a virgin, though I’d had Bill Clinton sex. Oral, both giving and receiving. A few guys had even managed to put their cocks near my pussy, though like it was some evil knight’s forbidding keep, they’d all shivered before my fleshy gates. A dorky frat boy who got so drunk he went soft while squeezing on the condom and then rolled over and fell asleep. My friend Jason, who was so sweet that looking at him preparing to ride me with gentle care dried me right up and I had to tell him to stop.
    “Before we do anything we’ll regret in the morning, I want to tell you some things.” He placed his hand on the belt. “I like to be in control.”
    A blade of fear pierced my mood. What if he’s a strangler?
    I drew back. “I’m not sure what you mean? I like to be in control too, most of the time. I’m very independent. I’m not looking for anything serious.” Or life threatening.
    “Got it. Nothing serious.”
    He fell back on the bed, arms spread, palms up. He looked cute and sweet when he did that.
    “I know I worry too much. I’m a type A and concern’s one of my things.” He raised himself on his elbows, his belly muscles rippling.
    “Let’s stop playing around. I feel something strong between us. You feel it too. Chemistry. No matter what we say we want, this is not going to be a fling.”
    I was shocked to hear a man talk this way. So open. Almost too open. Not that I’d had that much experience. I looked around and decided.
    My first real time should be like this, in a charming room, with a handsome man, after a lovely meal. OK he’s a bit kinky, well I’ve read enough books and seen enough cable TV for that to be more spicy than shocking.
    And he was also right. That I lay here, naked on his bed, aching for him to touch me, to rub me, even to…bite me, again, was proof.
    I drew one leg up and turned toward him, flattened my belly and poked my chest out. “OK,