Olivia Blake
I watched him drive, tucking my legs under me, biting my lip from the way I had enjoyed his thick hand inside me. He had more bad-buttons than I thought possible, like how he'd basically convinced me to mate him in the woods and I'd entertained the idea! The thought of him jumping me in the forest, cool ground under me as he took me, grabbed my scruff and mated me, made me badly wet.
I wiggled on the seat, watching his Adam's apple move with a swallow. Fuck, he was hot, and suddenly I was drooling over my mate – forgetting about my need to run away from Silvermoon the first chance I had.
No one had ever cracked me open like he was. Sure, I'd convinced Johnathan to play out a couple of my fantasies but he'd always hesitated – not like Alpha Wyler and his hand – going inside me without a second thought.
His hand that had been buried in me moved across the steering wheel with ease and I watched it, wishing I could suck his fingers clean. Maybe he'd like that, maybe he wouldn't.... I would never know unless I tried.
He cleared his throat and glanced at me quickly and my eyes darted away. “You called me Caleb.”
“Yeah.” I gulped. “I'm just not sure I'm ready to mate.”
“Why's that?” He grunted. “What's stopping you?” It was a good question but mostly, I was nervous to commit to him on that level. I still felt I knew nothing about him, even if he was beginning to sway me to the dark side. Though I knew I had been over there for a while, just not standing next to a man so into my returned dirty thoughts.
“Olivia?”
“I don't know you.”
“Yes. That is true.” He thought for a moment. “But you're getting to know me, and what do you think so far?”
“I think you're pretty messed up.” I made myself giggle but he didn't find it amusing.
“Olivia.”
I snapped my eyes to him. “Alpha?”
He smiled with a shake of his head. “You must like your ass being red.”
I flushed. “You didn't do anything you said in the woods.”
“I didn't need to. I fisted my Luna while she gushed and told me some valuable information.”
I swallowed, my eyes darting away from the truthfulness of that information.
“What's wrong?” He lifted my chin gently so I'd look at him. “You can tell me, babygirl.”
The nickname had gotten to me as I began to yearn to hear him call me it, the way his voice deepened when he did but what was I supposed to call him?
“Do you just want me to call you Caleb?”
He dropped his hand to my shoulder and played with my hair. “You can call me anything you like, aside something degrading. Though I do prefer my subs call me Sir or...”
“Subs?” I cut him off.
His fingers traced my collar bone and I let him, liking the soothing touch. “I didn't get this position because of my good looks, Olivia. I know how to execute control, everyone can respond to that but I started practicing it sexually about six years ago. It rolls over into my life nicely.”
“You mean, it makes you scary,” I snapped with a snort of amusement and his fingers were quick as he flicked my lips, shutting me up. I reddened from the reaction I had to it – a throb between my legs.
“I'm not scary,” he corrected. “I'm confident. It's something Alpha Burns liked about me for Silvermoon and usually, I'm respected for it.”
I swallowed that information, wishing it didn't make me feel some sort of pride toward him.
“I'm just not sure you do though.” His fingers came to my cheek, teasing me, even if he didn't know what he was doing. I wanted those fingers between my lips, so I could suck on them and calm my racing heart. This thought occurred to me without much rationale and I grabbed his index and middle fingers. His eyes shot to what I was doing, and he smiled as I sucked.
I liked making him smile, he seemed to do it a lot around me. Was it because he found me cute or that I was giving into him, faster than I thought possible?
“On a change of subject, if Sir doesn't ring your bell, you can call me Daddy.”
My lips parted and I moved away from his hands, disgusted. “Ew.”
“Ew?” he echoed, giving me a look with his brow creased. “Why?”
“It's creepy,” I spat, wrinkling my nose.
He dropped his hand to the console between us. “It's not like it means I'm a damn pedophile, Olivia. I do not want to have sex with children. It's endearing... not a fucking fetish towards minors.”
“Well, am I not a minor compared to you?”
He chuckled, tensing and sending the console up to make the space between us into a bench seat. “Get over here and suck Daddy's cock.”
My eyes flew open when he snapped my seatbelt undone.
My god, he's serious!
He undid his pants and I was tensing with anticipation to see that big cock spring out. When he freed it, I grew antsy to have it in my mouth.
“Come here.” He demanded and I crawled across the seat on command. “By the way...” He took the back of my neck in his grip. “You already called me it this morning under no suggestion.”
I whined from how true that was! I'd done this to myself while I'd teased him on the stairs in my crop-top. In twenty-four hours I'd gone from hating the man to finding him exciting.
“Suck, babygirl.”
I opened my mouth and took him in my throat- gagging, not caring if my makeup ran, sucking him off into oblivion. I just hoped he wouldn't crash and kill us both.
He grunted, keeping his hand on my neck. “Good girl.” Such simple approval did something nonsensical to my brain and I continued without another thought, till he had to pull his truck over and let me finish him off in a safe manner.
I swallowed another massive load, it filled my throat and leaked out between my lips. I couldn't keep up with the way he exploded upon orgasm – it was kinky enough in itself without this added Dom stuff he was into. I say he was into because I could hardly comprehend that my damn mate was some sort of sex freak and I liked it.
Caleb grabbed my head and brought me level with him in the seat, looking over my mouth as his cum dribbled my chin. He growled something wicked and I whimpered – our wolves taking over.
“We have common ground, don't we, Olivia?”
I licked at the corner of my mouth as he held me and I nodded my head like a drugged up kitten.
He smiled as his phone rang on the dash, about to say something but not getting that far. Letting me go with one hand he answered the call- very professionally- even though his cock was still hanging out of his zipper. “Caleb Wyler.”
I wiggled up on the seat and into his chest so I could smell him- I was screwed and I knew that. He spoke into the phone with a deep but soft voice, not that I cared who was calling because he had his near arm wrapped around my shoulders as he petted the back of my head, sending me into a trance of some sort.
“I'll be home in fifteen minutes. Just wait for me in my office.” He hung up the call and threw his cell to the dash again, fixing his cock back in his pants. “We need to get home.”
I sighed, sorta disappointed he wouldn't be getting me off but accepting he was Alpha of Silvermoon and I would have to wait.
He put the truck in drive and I stayed put next to him- mostly because he didn't let me leave. I gave in sorta easily, snuggling against his warm chest and playing with the buttons along his shirt. He'd flipped a switch in my brain, I just had no idea how he'd done it. I looked up to his jaw and lips as he drove, wondering what his kiss would be like- if he ever decided to kiss me that was. Between my day dreams, we were back at Alpha House in a flash. Caleb shut off the truck and we parted. He'd gone back into Alpha mode as he stepped out of the vehicle, waiting for me to grab my purse as I got out through the driver's side door.
He took my hand in his and led me toward the house. “Eat something,” he instructed as he walked inside the entryway.
“Okay,” I whispered.
He stepped into me suddenly, cupping my cheek and bringing me into him so he could kiss my forehead. “I'll see you in a bit. No misbehaving.”
I snorted with a smile and watched him walk up the stairs. He didn't turn to look at me, just focused on whatever business he was about to have to deal with and that left me with a huff of disappointment. His cum was a fading taste in my mouth and my wolf was antsy, but I had to wait or... I could do it myself. The idea peaked my interest and I jogged the stairs after I heard the office door close.
Not only did the bedding smell like Caleb but I could feel the spot he'd slept next to me that past night. Everything about what was happening was turning me on. He was handsome, tough, wrong on so many unimaginable levels but I wanted to find out more, while he cuddled me – because he seemed sort of soft like that.
Removing my pants, I kicked them off under the blankets and as I touched myself, I thought of Daddy and his big...