Alpha Wyler
I watched her eat the perfectly cooked piece of steak. Her naturally red lips hardly moved as she politely chewed her food.
She was so quiet and withdrawn suddenly. Of course, I had shown her where her lippy mouth would get her, so maybe she was thinking through her words to me now. It was a start, if any.
The cook took away our dishes and once we were alone, I brought up some general conversation. “How was your food?”
Her big blue eyes looked up, like she had just realized I was still present. “Fine.”
I nodded. “Good. Dessert is coming.”
“Don't know if I can eat it, I'm stuffed.”
“I'm sure you'll find room for this.”
As per my request, we were given mint ice cream for dessert and she found room. Licking it from the spoon, one bite at a time. She enjoyed dessert immensely and I wondered if she'd be in agreement of eating it off each other – likelynot but maybe in time.
Staring at her made me hold off eating, watching her enjoy hers was much more satisfying. Once she was done, she looked to me.
“How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight.”
“Oh.” She looked surprised.
“Did you think I was younger?”
“No,” she shook her head and her hair tossed about her shoulder, I clenched my fist to hold back wanting to fix a few strands – I just wanted to touch her, that was all. “You're just a lot older than me.”
“Ten years is not a lot.” The information did not bother me at all. all that mattered was that she was of age, able to bear pups and turned me on greatly. I could love her - I just hoped with time, it would be reciprocated.
Her bright eyes locked with mine and she said, “may I be excused?”
I leaned back in my chair, creasing my brow from her sudden question. “Where would you like to go?”
“To bed,” she said simply. “I have school tomorrow. It's Monday.”
I wasn't interested in letting her leave yet, I still had other thoughts on what we needed to do that evening. “Do you do well in school?”
She sighed. “Do I have to answer every question you ask me?”
I lowered my jaw with disapproval and she gave in.
“Not exactly.”
“Well, why not?”
“How good did you do in school during the Jurassic period?”
Creasing my brow, I tried not to smile at her flatlined joke. “I did well.”
“Of course you did, Alpha Wyler,” she muttered.
“Why won't you call me Caleb?”
She paused, not giving an answer.
“Olivia.” I tapped the table, I had assumed we'd addressed this not answering issue.
“You're our Alpha.”
I sighed, “what if I ask you to call me Caleb?”
She shrugged.
“Will you not do it then?”
She shrugged again.
“Olivia.” I shot at her. “Shrugging is not an answer.”
“No, I won't.” She snapped, the fire back in her eyes.
I groaned and watched her squirm in her chair. “What's the matter?” I demanded.
“I want to go to bed.”
“Stand.” I was agitated now. She would do as I wanted but only to a certain extent, it was testing on my nerves.
Olivia stood, but painstakingly slowly and I reached out, wrapping my large palm around her hip and bringing her to me.
“I want you to call me Caleb.”
She stayed quiet and I wished she'd touch me, but she didn't.
“Olivia.” I warned. I was confused, I wasn't asking her to give up her life! I wasn't even asking her to be Luna. I was asking her to call me by my first god-damn name.
“I won't do it.”
“Fine.” I growled and took her by her hips, moving her between me and the table, so I was staring at her backside. My hands came up her waist and tugged at the waistband of her leggings. “Then forward on the table, now.”
I felt her heart rate increase as I pulled her leggings down to reveal her bare pussy. She inched along on the table at my request and pushed the bowl of my melting mint ice cream to the side.
My eyes moved to her bare ass and her red little cunt that seemed to like the attention.
“Did you like the ice cream, Olivia?” I asked.
“Yes.” Came her soft voice.
I reached out and dragged the bowl towards me, removing the spoon with a glop of mint green ice cream and putting it in my mouth. She squirmed and her ass wiggled. I laid a hand to her bottom to stop her. “Yeah, it's good.”
I lifted my other hand and ran my fingertips gently across my mate's pussy. “You don't trim?” I tugged at the bit of bush.
“No reason too.”
I growled and spread her lips to her bare cunt hole, my erection grew as I inspected her. It was a tiny hole. It would barely accept me once I got to that stage with her – that wouldn't be tonight, but I still had to think about it for a second.
I dropped the spoon back in the bowl and leaned forward, flicking my tongue along her.
She shifted abruptly and... moaned.
I smirked from her outburst of surprise. I buried my nose in her folds and licked more, tipping my tongue in her sex.
“Oh, Mmm...”
I drew back and rubbed her clit with the pad of my thumb. “Do you like this?”
She moaned again, not answering me.
“Olivia.”
She moaned, rotating her head side to side as she enjoyed my touch. “Yes.”
I put my face back on her pussy, sucking on her erect clit that juiced something amazing for me.
She cried out as I dropped melting ice cream between her folds and ate my dessert like that.
“What is that?”
“Ice cream.” I started to lick it from her sweetness and it was amazing.
She dropped to the table, moaning for me, spreading her legs more and more, aching for my cock as I suspected she would from all that I'd done to her that day.
“Do you want to come?” I snapped.
She moaned more with no indication on whether she would like a release from me.
“Olivia!”
“Yes, Alpha Wyler.”
An anger crept across my chest and I dropped my face into her to distract myself, eating and sucking, till she was panting up a storm and enjoying it more than I thought she would.
I drew back, applying pressure with my finger. “Olivia, when you come I want you to scream my name. Do you understand?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Not Alpha Wyler.” I corrected her, “I want you to scream Caleb.”
After my demands on her, I shoved my face back in her pussy and ate her.
She began to shake, barely able to hold herself up and I could taste the cum in my mouth as she began to release.
“Olivia!” I slapped her pussy and returned my tongue.
“Alpha.... alpha.... alpha....” She tossed on the table.
I groaned, hoping she'd say it, hoping her wolf would break to me.
Panting, screaming, moaning, she silenced after her orgasm.
I drew my mouth back as I watched her close her eyes and relax to the wood. She was spent and she looked amazing like that, but she never did get my name out.