Free Trapped With the Alpha (Balfour Shifters Book 1) by Emily Minton, Julia Keith

where she is. With unsteady legs, I make my way back to the bar and decide the only company I want tonight is more booze. Tripping over the legs of the stool, I right myself and slam my ass down on the seat before I fall face first on the dirty floor.
    “Yo, bartender,” I yell out, holding the bar top for leverage. “Keep the Devil’s Springs coming and don’t stop until I pass out.”
    He looks up at me and shakes his head, but does exactly as he’s told; bringing me the liquid gold I am so desperate for. Without even taking a breath of air, I slam it back, finally washing away the fire blazing in my mouth. Two more shots pass my lips before blackness starts to fill my vision. Now this, this is what I’ve been waiting for—complete and utter numbness.
     
    ***
     
    My Pixie walked toward me again. Instead of her normal smile, a seductive grin graced her lips as she slinked toward me. “Hello, my gentle wolf.”
    Covering her shoulders was the red robe I’d gifted her the day I made her my mate. With each step she took, it slid down her shoulders, until her beautiful rosy nipples peeked out from the material for me to see. “Hello, Pixie.”
    “I see you’re ready for me,” she said as she tossed me a flirty wink. 
    Looking down, I noticed for the first time my nakedness. My cock was standing proud, the veins protruding, ready to delve into her heat. “I’m always ready for you, my love. There is nothing in this world I love more than to sink deep into your body.”
    By the time she stepped in front of me, her robe was pooling at her feet. Her sun-kissed skin glowed in the moonlight, revealing the feast my wolf and I would both soon enjoy. Reaching out, I took a pebbled nipple between my fingers and gave it a little pinch. “It seems you’re ready for me, too. Tell me, what is it that you want?”
    “Of course, I’m ready for you,” she replied as she dropped to her knees in front on me. Grabbing a hold of my cock, she licked her lips and looked up at me, then said, “This right here, this is exactly what I want.” A second later, her warm mouth engulfed my hardness, bringing a roar from my lips, and I grabbed her hair, gently pushing her head down and urging her to take me deeper. 
     Her long blonde hair fell through my fingers like silk, each strand shining in the moonlight as her head continued to bob up and down my length. As she continued to lavish her attention on my cock, I noticed a change. Her mouth was no longer the paradise it once was. The skills that I had carefully taught her over time had all but been forgotten, being replaced with jerky movements, making me grow softer with every flick of her tongue. 
    I looked down again and watched as her hair darkened. The color of moonbeams transformed to the shade of dried earth. The long tresses shortened, becoming a curly mop of frizz. The transformation made me feel sick.
    Fear filled me, and I jerked away. “Pixie?”
    My eyes pop open as sleep clears from my foggy head. The first thing I notice is a warm body between my legs, sucking my cock. A rage unlike I’ve never felt fills my body. “Get the fuck off me!” I yell as I push the shoulders of the chick trying to suck me off.
     The same bitch who was giving me hell at the bar scurries off the bed. Her eyes fill with anger. “What’s wrong with you?”
    Ignoring her question, I study her. Her muddy brown hair is a mess, and the mascara that darkened her eyes is now running down her face. She reeks of sex and cheap liquor. I don’t even remember meeting her last night. This woman is someone I’d never consider sticking my dick in if I hadn’t been drunk off my ass. God, how could I have sunk so low?
    “You need to get the hell out of my room.” My self-loathing grows as I look at her, and I don’t even bother trying to hide the look of disgust on my face. 
    She glares at me before replying. “I don’t know what your problem is.”
    Before she can even bend down and grab her