In Need Of An Alpha (Interracial Paranormal Shifter Romance) (3 page)

I rolled my hips against him, enough where I could get some relief when that plump cock rocked against my clit. I stopped. I didn’t want to feed that lust building inside me. If I kept rocking my hips against his cock, I would need him inside me even more. Enough where I might just let all my barriers down and have him fuck me until I was fired.

“Arms up,” he said. Those ravenous wolf eyes flashed again. I obeyed his command, a part of me scared, another part of me nervous, but doing it anyway, because Evan was just that controlling over me.

Evan tore off my shirt. I dropped my hands to my side. I stood in front of him only in my bra and a skirt. My pink, flowery bra was somewhat sheer, which meant that he could see my perky nipples peeking through. I swayed, but he pinned my thighs down. No escape for me now, he was going to go all the way with me.

I turned him down before and had regretted it. I wouldn’t let that happen again.

His tongue curved down to my cleavage, where his fingers were busy caressing and cupping my full, heavy breasts. They needed to be freed desperately. My tits were tender and sore, feeling like they were swollen and needing to bust out of the bra and find their way into Evan’s loving mouth.

“Evan, are you sure?”

“The door’s locked. They’ll only know if we make a lot of noise.” He smirked at me. His fingers inched their way around my waist to my strap. Fingertips resting there, he teased me. That man could really play me.

“I expect to make a lot of noise,” he said.

My legs inadvertently kicked, but he pinned my thighs down again. Unsnapping my bra, he then threw it away and tossed it in the corner of the conference room to revel in the sight. His smug grin got wider, but there was also a moment of stunned appreciation that turned me on.

A girl like me could really get a confidence boost if that was the look she got from Evan, prime specimen of an alpha shifter, every time she took off her bra.

My confidence wavered once he thrust that cock against me again. He raked my thighs in until I was split wide open, my naughty, throbbing sex against his. It was longer, thicker, and harder than I knew a cock could get.

I’ve never been hit by a force quite like hurricane Evan. That cock of his seemed unreal. I hadn’t even touched him yet, only kissed him, but he was that hard already? I figured most men needed more eye candy and physical contact to get up, but Evan seemed primal, the lust took over, so much I almost wanted to tell him to slow down.

There was no stopping him now. He thrust my hips down onto the table, planting me and thrusting my tits in the air. I expected him to savor me slowly, to trace the edge of my nipples, but he sucked my left nipple into his mouth instead. His fingers played with my right, stroking it slowly, then twisting it in motion to his swaying tongue.

“Babe, you’re killing me. You look too damn good when you’re begging me with your eyes like that.”

I hadn’t noticed what type of look I was giving him, but it must’ve been a wide-eyed, dilated pupil, crazy bitch in heat type of stare. Moans began to escape from my trembling lips as he continued to caress and suck my tender tits. He drew my nipple deeper into his mouth. Suctioning in all the way, he swirled his tongue around my tit.

I kicked and squirmed but couldn’t break loose, couldn’t get myself over the edge and into that orgasmic bliss that awaited me. Evan would have to do that. He made it clear that he was in full control.

Whenever I panted too hard, wiggled my ass a little too much, he would place me back so I could experience the brunt of his love.

Evan pulled away from my tits. I arched my back involuntarily, which sent my breasts higher toward his lips.

“I might be going too far, but fuck it. I don’t think I’ve gone far enough.”

He put his hands on the top of my skirt.

“This,” he said, and he curled his hands around the lip for emphasis. “Comes off.” Evan let out a low groan, more like a growl. It reverberating through me, ringing through my core as he threw off the skirt and tossed it in the corner with the rest of my clothes. Now if I needed to get dressed in a rush, I wouldn’t even have that opportunity.

I crossed my ankles to try to hide my bare sex. I seemed too exposed. He was still in his jacket, tie, and pants, which might have been tenting, but he was still covered, while I was there, topless, panting on the table with my sheer, soaked panties on display.

He dropped to his knees. He leaned in. His lips lined up with my sex. Another wicked, carnal jolt thrust its way inside of me. Those tight ropes of tension wound themselves deeper into my skin. I pressed my ankles together so hard that it hurt, but not enough to distract me from that longing ache in my pussy.

Evan spread my thighs open. He shoved himself between them. I got the distinct image of a wolf salivating over a big steak dinner. I knew once he revealed my sex, he would feast on me, and I wouldn’t have a chance at keeping my moans inside. He would break me.

I’d be fired. For sure. No questions about it. They would need the police to pry that tongue off me. I would keep my legs wrapped around his face and hump him until I came, over and over.

I couldn’t let that happen. If he touched me with that tongue on my bare sex, it was over.

Springing free from the table, I jumped for him before he got to me. I took fistfuls of his jacket and dragged him closer.

“We can’t. I’ll be fired.”

“Tomorrow I’ll be your boss. Then it’ll be mandatory for you to moan my name every day.”

“Evan, please, think about it. We’ll be caught.”

He smirked at me. That confident alpha’s smile told me, “Everything will be fine.” Like I was the crazy person
. He
wouldn’t be the one moaning, screaming at the top of his lungs. Of course he didn’t have a problem with it.

“You get fired and I’ll hire you tomorrow. Right now, I simply must have you, so lay your pretty butt back down and let me make you come like you’ve never come in your life.”

It was a rare evening when someone told me that. I usually took them up on the offer. Letting a smile break in my desperate plea, I knew that was all Evan needed. I surrendered. My back slowly pressed back down onto the table top. My thighs shifted and I grasped my curves in anticipation.

I inhaled the woodsy, manly scent of his musk into my lungs as he stripped me of my panties. I tried to distract myself with the thought of someone showing a client the room and trying to explain the stray panties.

Evan’s heat crossed over my pussy. He let out another low growl, rumbling right next to my velvety lips, plucking at them and giving me a dose of adrenaline, one last writhe before he touched me with his tongue.

He licked me, running from my ass all the way to my clit, in one long, slow, orgasmic lick.

“I don’t mind if you moan. I can tell you want to.” Another long growl rattled me. My clit pulsated, like he was plucking it with his voice.

He nuzzled my clit while his tongue stroked inside of me. His long tongue reached inside my slit, thrusting in me, enough where he had me rocking my hips to grind against his face. Keeping my pleasure secret was an impossible task. I whimpered and cried out in harsh bursts, trying not to arouse any suspicion of what we were doing, but that would prove impossible.

It wasn’t like Evan helped with that, growling like a beast against my slick pussy. I expected him to soon howl and let everyone know there was a wild wolf loose in the office.

He made sure I howled first when he directed his attention all on my clit. He licked it with slow, firm strokes, taking care of that bud until it was blossoming. He sucked it into his lips and pulled gently, plucking at it until he could suckle and swirl his tongue against the most sensitive edges.

“This pussy is already mine. It’s begging for me. So wet and tight, when I’m inside you, your world is going to change.”

Did he have to tease me like that? As soon as he said the words, my tight channel squeezed then tried to suck him in, but he was nowhere to be found. It grasped at air. His tongue lapped up my juices, focused back on my clit and rushed over it, flicking his tongue in rapid motion to my trembling.

“I can’t—you’re going to make me scream,” I warned him. Evan didn’t care. I was positive he wanted to get me fired, maybe save me from my horrible boss for the day until he became my new one.

“Time for you to come.” Was that a threat? Most definitely. He thrust his tongue against me. He swerved it over my clit, using the flat side of it but stretching it down so he covered my slit as he rubbed me into a frenzy. My shoulder blades pushed off the table and I smacked my lower back against it, but I didn’t care—pain was a far away sensation. The only agony I experienced was not having Evan deeper in me.

As I neared my peak, with perfect timing, Evan pushed his middle finger into me. I let loose, clawing and pounding against the table while moaning for more. He thrust inside me, opening my already stretching pussy as he rubbed delicately against my trigger.

“Evan,” I cried out. Bliss rocketed me into another world of pure ecstasy. He owned my body, controlled it with those lovely sensations coursing through my veins. Mind rocked, I lost track of time, but I could still tell he was swaying against my clit from the vibrations thrumming in my stomach. Below my hips had gone numb from the orgasm.

I dropped back down. Feeling returned to normal. Steamrolled on top of the table now, unable to move, unable to do anything but pant and stare up at the ceiling, relief washed over me when Evan pulled away.

“Evan?” No response. Finding a reserve of energy tucked away in me somewhere, I pushed on my elbows and discovered even more motivation to keep myself up. Evan stood in front of me stripped bare with his cock primed and ready to take me. It became a lot easier to keep myself up on my elbows.

He slipped a condom down the long length of his cock. It smoothed over it, fitting snugly around him, making me think of how snugly my pussy would hug him once he put that thick, throbbing cock inside me. Grasping his balls, filled and surging, he snapped the condom off at the end of his shaft.

I raised him an eyebrow. “You always bring condoms to work?”

He smiled again at me. I thought he might have to be focused to keep such an erection going, but it seemed Evan was more comfortable with an erection than without. “I don’t trust myself completely when I’m around you.”

He’d thought about fucking me before? When? I wanted to know the exact date and time, but he thrust me down, pinning my thighs and spreading me, pulling me to his waiting cock. One last ache and then I was taken.

Evan thrust inside of my tight, swollen slit. His cock broke me, unwound that tension bearing down on me and tossed me mentally across the table. His size stung me, but it was only a transient pain.

My pussy gaped to try to fit more of him inside. He pressed firmly on my walls. My pussy tried to suck him in deeper. I rolled my hips to bring him closer. He kept me pinned with a firm hold on my shaking thighs.

“How stupid of me to miss out on this pussy before.”

Evan shoved his cock in all the way. There was a throbbing pain as he struck me at my end. His huge cock filled me, seemed to expand with his arousal. Our heat mingled inside, erupting, until he pulled out, and it dissipated, only to devour me again when he went balls deep.

He fucked me deep and hard to my core with each thrust. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge. He wasn’t even going fast, not yet, but his cock hit these delicate grooves inside me that I never had pleasured before.

I had a vibrator, but that fun was contained to my clit. Sometimes I would put a finger or two inside of myself, but this big, white cock taking me and grooving over my sweet spots like that was something else entirely. It wasn’t even in the same league.

“Fuck, you’re big,” I gasped.

“And I’m going slowly.”

He smugly grinned down at me. Just how easy was he being with me? I noticed a slight twinge and his nostrils flared as he rushed inside of me again. He picked up pace. My pussy was winning him over, I could tell. He might try to fight it, but eventually Evan would come for me.

I wasn’t complaining as he drove deeper, crashing into me, slapping his thighs against mine. Harder, faster, he swung inside of me. He pushed a hand underneath my ass and perked my pussy up so he could pummel me to the full extent of his power.

That huge alpha conquered me. I surrendered to him. The pleasure crashed over me in waves and I was powerless to fight it.

“Yes,” I screamed.

Evan saw I was on the verge of coming and placed a finger to my clit, rocking it in motion to his thrusts. I came and a giant wave of bliss took me under and covered me. He slowly kept stroking me while the high unleashed.

My hands scrambled for anything to cling onto. Evan’s hands caught mine and bound them to the table.

He kissed my neck as I came down from that epic orgasm.

“Fuck, you destroyed me.” I tried to budge my hand to swipe a stray hair, forgot he pinned it down, and instead jerked my head to the side to get it in place.

“I’m not done.”

Evan still had his fingers over my clit. He remained inside of me, but didn’t move. He slowly circled my clit. His calling motion brought me back from the depths of my orgasm.