Olivia Blake
I had lied to him. I wasn't a newbie. I'd sucked off a few boys in my eighteen years, allowed a couple to finger bang me but I was however, still a virgin in technical terms.
And if I was to give my honest opinion about Alpha Wyler's cock- it was a thick headed monstrosity that curved slightly north and rammed the back of my throat like it belonged there.
I lapped my mouth back and forth over his swollen member. It had been hard the entire afternoon since meeting me and my wolf liked giving her Alpha some relief. I'd gone from not wanting to touch him to worshipping his cock in only a few hours... Would he be mating me tomorrow? The thought made me angry and I pulled off him suddenly.
“Olivia...” He breathed heavy, leaning forward with his hand still wrapped in my dark hair. “Come here.”
I shook my head. it took him longer to respond than normal but it came, he jerked my head forward to gain my attention.
“Put my cock back in your mouth. You're doing a good job.”
“What?” He'd said that so nicely and in an instant, he nudged my mouth back on him. He groaned, taking my cheeks and ramming the back of my throat. It gagged me quite easily but I attempted to fit as much of him as I could in my throat.
He was without a doubt huge, well outfitted for the job as an Alpha. As a young teen growing up, I'd heard my fair share of fairy-tale stories about Alpha's-- but maybe those stories hadn't been as far off as I'd thought...
He started to groan and pant. I was doing good, I grabbed his balls and pulled, like he'd told me too.
He took my hair in his fists. “Good girl. Good girl, Olivia.”
His approval did something to my wolf, making my heart thunder in my chest. I sucked harder, taking all nine – no, maybe ten inches of the man inside my throat – maybe one day he'd let me measure... I had to stop my thoughts, again! What was going on with me!
“Fuck, Olivia. Good girl... Yes.” He was so into it, I guessed he hadn't been sexually active in a very long time, but he obviously knew what he was playing at – he had more game than a professional football player.
I'd just met this man and already, I had his cock in my throat. He would expect this all the time. good job me on having apparently no backbone against beefcake.
His hands then slammed my face into his pelvis. “Suck harder, babygirl.”
The way he spoke to me had me dive bombing his erection like no tomorrow. I grabbed his thighs and gagged myself, keeping his thickness deep in my throat as he came- the hot cum rushing my throat with his sudden release. The load of his ejaculation came in waves of thick, hot mouthfuls that I couldn't keep up with. It flowed into my throat like a drink. I knew he'd have no issues getting me pregnant if he wished it and the thought churned my stomach.
I swallowed my last gulp of cum, realizing he had released his grip on my face and yet, I was still lapping away at his dripping cock like I actually enjoyed servicing him. That was my stupid hormonal wolf without a doubt!
In a gentle grip, he took my face off him and wiped his thumbs under my watering eyes, wearing a new expression. But that's what sucking cock got you- a new boyfriend, even if you didn't want one.
He stared at me, swallowing. “Amazing.”
My eyes flew to his. Amazing?
He grunted and grabbed his jeans from the floor and put them on, less his boxers. “Now, I think there's still some time before supper so I'll bring those couple boxes up for you. You can have this dresser here.” He turned around and tapped the piece of furniture. “Just throw my shirts in the closet.”
My eyes bulged - he expected me to sleep in the room with him!
“Olivia?”
“You want me to sleep in here?”
“Yes, of course,” he said simply. “We need to share everything. That way it allows you to see how you will live as a Luna and what you can expect.”
My mouth flew before I could hold it back. “You just want to rape me!”
“I want my Luna,” he retorted, “I do not wish to rape you.”
But he had just forced me to give him a blow job... well, sort of forced. For some reason I had enjoyed half of it, at least that's why I figured I had wet panties.
We both stayed quiet and then he pointed at me.“I will go get the rest of your things. Behave, Olivia.”
I pouted as he left the room. He did this to me – made me so angry that I felt the need to stomp my feet.
I had to make sure the throbbing in my nether regions was a joke. I lied down on his bed quickly and put my hand in my leggings, running my index and middle finger between my folds.
I felt the dampness right away.
My eyes shot open. I was soaking and once I touched my sensitive clit, I came alive with wanting.
I knew he'd be back up in a moment, but my wetness was calling to me. I could still taste him in the back of my throat and it only made the situation worse for me. Or more so, my wolf.
I swallowed, closing my eyes as I allowed myself the pleasure of a few small rubs on my swollen clit.
I moaned as I imagined him licking and sucking me, wondering what it might feel like...
My eyes flashed open as I heard his approaching footsteps, the throbbing still deathly persistent between my thighs; and though I wanted reprieve, it would have to wait. I couldn't let him catch me touching myself – that would give him the wrong impression. Sitting up on the bed, I waited for him to enter.
He walked in with my two full boxes of crap and the hamster cage, none of the items had him struggling.
“Is this thing noisy?” He asked me in reference to my pet rodent.
“Not really.” I shrugged, I mean he never bothered me any.
“If he becomes problematic, he'll live elsewhere.”
I rolled my eyes, hoping he didn't see me do it at the same time.
“Why have you not started unpacking?”
I swallowed. “I was trying to recoup from sucking you off.”
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. “You did a very good job. I'm impressed, Olivia. If you're good, later I will pleasure you.” He turned to leave the room as soon as he'd come. “I need to make a phone call and then I think supper will be done. Come down stairs in a few minutes.” And he left me, standing in my new bedroom.
My heart pounding at the mere thought of him pleasuring me.
He wanted to pleasure me? Was I not just for his pleasure?! He had to be joking. Alpha's never thought of pleasuring anyone else other than themselves. They were naturally a bit self-centred and pent up for a reason.
“God, Olivia!” I cursed myself. “Don't let this happen... don't let the big cocked Alpha in. Don't...”
I needed away from the thoughts.
I began to busy myself, unloading the dresser he'd given me and putting my clothes in it instead. I more or less threw my clothes inside but it was decently – for me- organized.
I took his twenty odd shirts to his closet and set them on a tall dresser in there. Once inside, I couldn't help but take a glance over everything.
He was very organized, it seemed. He had cufflinks lined up on a shelf and about five watches all neatly laid beside that.
I stood on my tip toes and looked over the black suits, pressed pants and casual dress sweaters he owned.
He was only in a button down shirt and jeans today but I figured, once dressed up, he likely could pull off sharp well. After all, his broad shoulders and thick midsection were well defined. he was minutely handsome for an Alpha, with his soft brown hair that swept off his forehead and dark eyes- that wore a lot more mystery than I think most figured. In my experience, Alpha's were always so brute and Neanderthal-looking, so yes, Alpha Wyler was a tad better off than most.
I left his closet after looking over his shined shoes and checked on my hamster before leaving the room.
When I got downstairs I heard him on the phone in the living room. His voice was deep and low. I listened to it for a few moments, felt the shiver and tingle it caused deep inside me.
He looked at home though. He had his feet propped up on the coffee table and was relaxed back into the couch.
I walked towards the living room and glanced over the wide flat screen that was not turned on. I stopped beside the wall and peaked around.
He grumbled low in his chest some sort of agreement and then hung up the call. His eyes fell on me right away.
“Did you unpack?” Nothing got by him, all thanks to his enhanced senses over the average wolf – but that's what helped qualify him for a position such as Alpha.
“Sort of.” I said softly, stepping away from the wall.
He motioned for me to come in and I approached the couch in a slow step as he put his hand on his lap and patted his thigh. Was that a signal? Did he want me to sit there? I went through my options and brushed it off in the end, sitting to the opposite end, away from him. If I didn't know better, he looked saddened that I hadn't sat in his lap, but he let that one slide if it was the case.
He dropped his cell phone to the couch beside him. “I am already dealing with neighbouring pack issues.”
Seriously? He wanted to talk about business with me! Did I look like I gave a fuck? Or maybe he was delusional or....
“One of the Blackstar guards saw my Beta tackling a she-wolf. They've told me I should control my pack, or they will for me.”
I blushed, staying quiet.
“She-wolf,” he laughed it off and stood. “If they had touched you, they would have been a sorry bunch of assholes.”
I gulped, looking up at him.
“I think the food is ready.” He held out his hand for me, but I didn't move to take the offer. “Olivia, I will skip supper and enjoy your wet little cunt instead, don't think I won't.”
I took his hand immediately and he laughed.
“You're catching on fast.”
“Funny, that's what happens when you keep threatening people.”
“Oh, yes, you're right, that's why you keep creaming for me every time I threaten you.”
I tensed as he stood behind me and put his hand on my lower back, nudging me forward towards the dining room.
I couldn't believe what he'd said to me, I supposed he could still smell me though. Wet and horny, I knew I should have gone to the bathroom before supper and cleaned up.
He sat me in my chair next to him at the head and I looked down to the gourmet meal laid out. The table we sat at was huge and meant for business meetings as well as the Alpha's private meals. I had only really been in the dining room a few times in my life and never as a guest eating.
I picked up my steak knife and fork and cut into the juicy beef, tasting it and yep, it was amazing, sort of like Alpha Wyler's cock.
I giggled and his eyes flashed to mine, making me swallow the piece of steak whole.
He finally cleared his throat after finishing half of his steak and took a sip of the beer on the table that was for him. “I want to know how much you've experienced.”
“Experienced?” I wondered what he exactly meant.
“Sexually.” His words never faltered as he put the bottle of beer down.
I sighed, going quiet....how did I answer this question properly?
“Olivia, this is not hard to answer.”
I poked at a piece of steak, flipping the red meat over across my plate as he patiently awaited my reply. “I wasn't honest upstairs.”
He speared a slice of carrot and ate it, thinking before he swallowed. “You've given oral sex before then?”
“Yes.” Pushing the edge of the plate away from me as I suddenly lost my appetite.
He watched me do so. “And, you're not a virgin?”
I fell silent and his eyes went to mine, demanding I answer without even speaking.
“I am a virgin.”
He grabbed his beer again. “Don't worry, I don't plan on mating you till you're begging me.”
Scoffing with a laugh, without thinking I said, “yeah, like that will ever happen.”
His palm slapped the table and I froze. “It will happen.”
I didn't know what to say, so I just didn't say a thing.
His eyes moved over me and then studied my meal. “Finish that. It's not a cheap piece of meat.”