Through The Eyes Of My Alpha

“I won’t… I’ll take care of you…” He said it so gently that I believed him, and it felt like it meant more than just tonight.

And I wished I was right. I wanted him to take care of me.

I was so tired of being alone and just always looking after myself.

He tilted his head to the side and captured my thumb, sucking it sexily without taking his gaze off of me.

And then, he slipped his hard, throbbing dick inside of me, slowly and gently.

My eyes rounded as they began to water.

He let out a groan as he pushed one more time, breaking my barrier before he rested his forehead on mine.

“You’re too tight. Am I hurting you?” His voice was painful, and he was gritting his teeth again. “Tell me to stop… If I push one more time, I don’t think I can stop…”

I felt my pussy stretching before relaxing into his size and, from what he said, it meant he was not fully in and it would hurt more, but I was ready for it. I was ready for him.

“Don’t stop, take me. All of me…”

I wasn’t even done talking when he slammed one more time, letting a loud gasp escape my lips before he started rocking his hips back and forth, slamming his hard cock into my willing, wet pussy.

My body jolted with every thrust, my back slamming against the rough wall, but I didn’t mind. I knew I would heal.

The heat from his body was warming all of me and the intensity of his stroke was sending me into overwhelming oblivion.

“Oh, Goddess!” I cried in pleasure, as my hands gripped his shoulders tightly, scraping and scratching them, but my mate didn’t mind at all.

He kept pouncing on me like I was his saving grace, grunting and groaning in the process, but it was like music in my ears. He was enjoying this. He was enjoying me.

He was still holding one of my thighs up, and the angle he was fucking me was hitting my walls perfectly. I reveled in the pain and the pleasure that came with it.

Heat rose up from my stomach as my toes curled while my pussy clenched around his dick. My orgasm was building up.

I was so close.

slapping of our skins, together with the slickness

to see my mate staring at me. Pleasure and adoration were written on his face as he took in all of my emotions. And the satisfied look on his

his lips as he parted them, and then, I saw his fangs erupting as his eyes dilated

him marking me was making my heart and

side and closed my eyes, exposing my neck to him in submission as I bucked my hips

the skin at the nook

moaned at the contact before it turned into a cry of pleasure when his fangs pierced through my skin, as a rush of sparks and

of pleasure made way for an explosive orgasm. He sunk his fangs deeper and I couldn’t stop

tongue and mouth

body. I never felt this complete and satisfied, as if I

long before my body melted into his arms as my mate let out a groan

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was too

my mate took me. It seemed like I couldn’t get enough

would end up making me too wild. But

gentle too. And either way,

him off too much. No wonder he was still

through growing up, I already lost

be true,

bit of him that

be

as I ran my fingers along his cheek, letting his rough stubble tickle me before I

down, and my eyes widened at my condition. My body was almost covered with mud. Did we

woke up. Or

last glance at him before I grabbed my bag, pulling out

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Good morning, Mate!

to the stream nearby to wash.

Yours, Nadia

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