The Alpha Men's Secret Club: A Scorchingly Hot BBW Shifter Romance by Dawn Steele Read Free Book Online

him with silent eyes, please don’t
torture me so.
    He rubbed her clit with up and
down strokes, until it was warm and hard between her clipped labia. Then he
bent down his head and licked it.
    “Arrrr!” she cried out with the
pleasure. Her hands flew to his hair.
    “No!” he rapped sharply.
    Her hands clambered, uncertain.
Did he not want her to touch him? She desperately needed to touch him. He was a
god.
    “Don’t move until I ask you to,”
he said.
    Her arms flailed at her sides and
she turned her head. Forbidden, she understood. He was forbidden to her, unless
he allowed her to touch him.
    He resumed his oral
ministrations. His tongue, his teeth, his lips were all contrasting textures
upon her flesh. His tongue wedged in between her labia where it was the wettest
and most tactile. Her hips bucked and her throat issued little mewls of
pleasure. His teeth bit softly down on the hood of her clit.
    And all this while, his fingers
worked her labia through the clamps. Pulling them apart, letting them come
together again. Scissoring one up and the other down. All sorts of
combinations, like a ritual dance. Her pussy was a marionette, controlled by
his strings.
    Teeth, tongue, fingers, lips
– all working in unison to bring her further, higher . . . until she was
spiraling out of control. Her groin clenched, and her pelvic muscles all
contracted to throw her into a stratosphere of dizzying pleasure.
    “Oh!” she cried out. Her orgasm
was swift and blinding. “Oh, oh, oh,oh!”
    She almost bit her own tongue in
her rapture.
    He seized her clit with his teeth
and inserted two of his fingers into her pussy hole to prolong her climax. It
succeeded. The spear of white hot pleasure lanced through her spine,
culminating in waves and waves which spread throughout her entire friable body.
    “Fuck me!” The words were out of
her mouth before she could stop herself. She sobbed. “Oh please, please fuck
me.”
    Too late, she realized it was a
mistake. She opened her eyes and saw his face. On it was a mixture of amusement
and hardness.
    He grabbed her waist. “You don’t tell
me what to do.”
    “N-no,” she whimpered.
    “You got that?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’ll fuck you when I want to. If I want to.”
    “Y-yes.”
    “You like playing games, huh,
little girl? You like following me around?”
    So he knew who she was! A surge
of elation ran through her.
    He knew I existed before this!
    “No,” she said.
    He gripped her breasts and
tweaked her nipple clamps painfully. “Liar!”
    “I-I mean . . . I . . . admired you from afar.”
    “Admired me.” The amusement was
apparent in his voice. “Just what did you admire about me?”
    “Everything.” She licked her
lips. It was the truth. “Everything about you.”
    “My mind? Did you admire me for
my mind . . . or something else?” he said harshly.
    She sensed that they were at an
impasse here. There was something significant going on with him. She wasn’t the
only one with complex issues. He needed to hear something from her . . .
what exactly, she didn’t know.
    Was he someone who had always
been prided for his obvious good looks, and never applauded for all the other
gifts he had to offer? Did he crave someone to see who he really was underneath
that beautiful veneer? Did the fact that he was a paranormal being alter those
perceptions? Was he alienated by his parents for who he was? An outcast?
    So many questions. She didn’t
know where to begin.
    So she decided to tell the truth.
    She said, “You’re beautiful.
Anyone can see that. Anyone would be attracted to you for that. But . . . but
there’s always been something more about you. You’re brilliant. You’re a
scholar. And there are some people who admire you for that.”
    “Like you ?” He was tense,
waiting.
    “Yes. I admire you for everything
you are.”
    He relaxed his grip on her teats.
    “Would you be following me around
so much if I weren’t beautiful?” he said harshly.
    She paused.
    “I