Alpha Wyler
I grabbed the remotes from the coffee table as I sat, taking Olivia into my lap. Overly giggly as she landed with her arms around my neck. I pretended not to notice her hands running over my shoulders checking out the solid muscle. All products of my work ethic of always trying to keep up to any male I felt any competition to and there weren't many – aside my brother maybe. Jackson had been ruthless and talented but it was funny what bad habits did to potential.
“Here.” I passed her the remote. “You're in charge.”
Olivia's eyes glinted. “Really? Does it feel weird?”
I chuckled, moving my mouth to her neck where I could nibble at her tender skin. She shivered away with a smile.
“Well, I'll take it while I can get it.” She clicked the television on but I didn't stop the torture of biting her and soon she was fluttering her blue eyes and grinding her little body against mine. A show had not even been chosen yet, proving the next hour and half of couch cuddling with my mate would be well worth it – no matter her choice in a movie.
“Cold?” I grabbed the blanket near us on the back of the couch and brought it over her. I was far from cold, in fact, I was horribly hot and antsy as my cock grew in my pants but I would suffer for her sake.
She tucked herself against my chest and began looking through new movies in the selection. Ice cream was brought out while I patiently waited for her to choose something – she had serious indecisive issues.
“Olivia, my god, choose something.”
She slurped up a spoonful of ice cream. “So many choices...”
“Do it, or I will.”
She gave me a glance. “You said I'm in charge.”
“That was before you took fifteen minutes to choose a damn movie.” I threatened to take the remote and she squirmed away, out of my lap – laughing again. Her sweetness and innocence drove me mad and I thought of what I'd promised her in a way. Taking her bowl of half eaten ice cream, I put both hers and mine to the coffee table and turned back to her still smiley face.
“Caleb.”
Reaching under the blanket around us, she moaned when my hands went under her shirt and grabbed her waist, fixing her on the couch so I could come above her. “What are you supposed to call me?”
“We're not in private.” She whispered to me, arching her pelvis in a clear sign of sexual distress.
She grabbed the blanket that was half on my shoulder and pulled it over our heads. “Now we are, Daddy.”
I combated my cock with her on my lap but this one was harder to shake. Lifting a hand from above her head, I scooped her cheek and dropped my mouth along hers. For a moment, she stayed paralyzed under me, until she realized what was happening and bit into my lips with fevered hunger.
She grabbed my shirt collar and attempted to pull me closer, like I could get any closer – I rumbled a small laugh between our lips.
Her bottom lip pouted. “Don't stop,” she begged me, sending all blood to my cock like a rocket.
I bit into her this time with a lot more force and her tongue met mine, putting the first kiss to shame. I'd kissed so many women but none like Olivia- not a moaning case like she was, needy and loving it when I gave her all my attention.
I pressed my cock against her heat through the layers of our pants. “Feel what you do to me?”
Her knees fell apart so I could nudge her again and then there I was, making out and dry humping my mate, driving myself literally insane – again and allowing this sort of provocative behaviour between us.
Any other girl would have been stripping her pants and taking me. All thick, horribly hard inches of me as she screamed my damn name – but Olivia, she got some sort of free pass.
I grabbed her and brought her back in my lap once my thoughts had gotten the better of me, but she kept kissing me and trying to straddle me. I had to stop her.
“Olivia.” I pulled my mouth away. “We need to stop.”
“Why?” She whined, grappling at my shirt like a child not getting her way.
“Because I want to fuck you.” I grabbed the remote and picked the movie she'd been debating over before. “Badly.”
“Awe...” She nibbled my ear and I seriously wondered about her angle. Did she want my cock buried in her? because I was starting to think she really did and I would have no issue complying.
I tightened the grip around her waist and halted her. “Don't tease me.”
Her actions might have paused but her excited eyes did not. “Sorry, Daddy.”
“My god. I may have to ban that till we're mated. It makes me want to rip you apart.”
She giggled again and glanced at the TV, trying to get herself together but not succeeding.
“Want to cum?” I breathed in her ear and she gave me a lazy nod as I slipped my hand along her waist and undid her jeans.
She spread her knees beneath the blankets to give me better access and I started playing with her. Minutes into the movie she began to breath heavily from my fingers playing and it made me growl, “does that feel nice, babygirl?”
She put her mouth into my neck and bit, lightly at first in a teasing grip but as her need to cum became desperate so did her teeth on my skin and she chomped down, moaning into her orgasm.
I listened to her and took the sharp pain of her bite as a job well done but my smile, as I watched her unhinge her canines from my neck was disturbed as the front door was opened and closed. I recognized the footsteps before the voice.
“Caleb?”
“In here,” I called back. Olivia went to move away but I held her in my lap, wanting my beta to see her like that. He seemed to have a great knack for wrecking play time with my mate, even if it wasn't by choice. I kissed her forehead and she relaxed back into me, accepting as I started to stroke her again while Johnathan walked in. He came to halt near the couches, seeing Olivia in my lap as she tried to look unbothered by the continued strumming on her clit under the blankets.
“Is there a problem?” I snapped. “It's almost eight--”
“John!” Olivia exclaimed, fumbling out of my lap in shock and taking the blanket with her, wrapped around her waist.
I growled from behind and she stiffened from the sound of my displeasure.
Johnathan's lack of speech annoyed me so I stood, to witness both their red faces.
“What is the issue?” I stepped between them, looking to my Beta.
“You're still here?” Olivia interrupted again and I boiled from how stunned she appeared.
“I...uh...” Johnathan gave me a confused stare.
“Johnathan's staying, Olivia.” I informed her and then turned my attention back to John. “Why are you here?”
“Uh-- there’s a small border issue, but really... it can wait till tomorrow.”
I saw the folder he held in his hand and I walked over, snatching it away and ripping out the video stills.
“We think it might be Blackstar.” Johnathan's eyes fell back over on my mate and the blanket she clutched around her waist still. I growled, making his attention come back to me. “Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb.”
Studying the photographs, I said, “Just send a few out to patrol borders tonight. It's a small wolf.”
“Yes, alpha.” He took the photographs back and left the room as quick as he'd come.
When I turned back to Olivia she was sitting on the couch, curled up and strumming her fingers against her mouth.
“You didn't tell me,” she said softly.
I walked over with a sigh. “Olivia, I'm giving him another chance. He's a good beta.”
She nodded.
“Is this going to be a problem?”
“No. Why would it be a problem?” She blubbered.
“Because you look like you're in shock.”
“Because you spared him and I pegged you as --”
I sat down next to her. “Pegged me as what?”
“You said no second chances.”
I leaned into her and kissed her forehead. “I need to focus on you, not finding a new Beta. No one is as qualified as John and my search would leave me heavily preoccupied away from you.”
Olivia's eyes met mine and then she jumped forward, kissing me and I caught her, letting her mangle up my face with her lips.
“Thank you, Caleb,” she whispered and it melted me. I loved when my women thanked me and coming from Olivia it hit me on a whole new level.