Craving the Alpha: Part Three: BBW Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance (Lycan Lovers) by Kate Kent Read Free Book Online Page B

get too wet.”
    “Well, it was pouring and I got drenched,” Markus said, “but I walked to the grocery store and picked us up some things.”
    Markus could be so sweet. I smiled as I thought of the effort he had made to please me.
    “No rice and beans, that’s for sure. I bought cheese, a small whole chicken which we are having for dinner, some small new potatoes, broccoli…”
    I shook my head, “Ewww, broccoli,” I moaned.
    “Greens, vitamins … Kristen—so good for you.”
    I shrugged.
    “Anyway,” he continued, “I also got a few apples, bread, sliced turkey, milk, yogurt, raisins, eggs, a bottle of pine cleaner and a sponge.”
    I looked around the room. Markus had obviously spent time scouring the place. He had put a lot of elbow grease into scrubbing the laminate countertop. I could see he had even polished up the pots and pans; the sticky film on them was nowhere to be seen. Considering the run down appearance of the motel room, it looked pretty decent. And the man in front of me; the man who walked in the pouring rain to get groceries so he could cook and clean for me—he looked really, really good.
    The way he was looking at me right now, I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. Forget how tired I was. Forget the chicken in the oven. All I could think about was the tingle that rushed through my body as our eyes connected, the warm olive tone of his skin, the richness of his gold-flecked brown eyes. His scent, that deep musky Markus smell, made me want to devour him.
    Markus growled, pulling me towards him. “God, I need you.”
    I wanted him so bad. I couldn’t wait to feel his throbbing dick filling up my clit.
    We didn’t speak. We both just started stripping down. I pulled off my stupid Slice of the Pie tee, unclasped my bra, and slid out of my jeans. He pulled off his pants and yanked his shirt over his head. I didn’t have a chance to pull off my panties, he pulled me towards him by grabbing their elastic band.
    “I’m ripping these off of you.”
    “Markus! I have two pairs of panties to my name. What am I supposed to wear?”
    “Nothing,” he said, his eyes blazing with desire. “I want you bare-assed around me all the time, your pussy ready and open for me.”
    God he sounded like such an animal … and I loved it. My clit was sopping wet.
    “Alright, we will buy you new ones tomorrow.”
    “Yeah, these are kind of tired looking.”
    “Kristen, your pussy could make granny pants look good.” Markus teased. “But honey these are coming off.” He reached his strong hands down and ripped them off my crotch.
    It was just too much. I was aching, literally aching with need. He pulled me to him and we kissed hard, our bodies crushed against one another.
    I slid my body down his, licking every inch of his bare skin along the way. I wrapped my hand around the length of his cock and lowered my lips to the fleshy cap. I swirled my tongue around the head, probing the opening softly.
    Caressing his balls with my other hand, I felt his hips push gently against me as he encouraged my mouth to open wider, taking in more and more of his hard tool.
    “Kristen,” he moaned, running his hands through my hair. “God, you’re so beautiful. This feels so good.” I gazed up, admiring his powerful neck as he arched it back, his eyes closed in pleasure.
    I continued to take his cock fully in my mouth, my lips savoring his firmness as my nose inhaled his scent.
    “Mmm, you taste so good,” I murmured. “I just want to suck every drop out of you.”
    “God, you’re good Kristen. I love your tongue. But I want to feel your pussy right now.”
    Markus lowered himself to the carpet and pulled me on top of him. “Fuck me Kristen. Fuck me!” he commanded.
    I lowered my pussy onto his engorged shaft, moving it rhythmically up and down. I loved the sensation of his swollen cock as he filled me to the brim. Markus gripped my hips tightly as I rode him harder up and down. The pleasure was so