Free True Alpha by Ranae Rose Page A

turned to gasping and she squeezed her eyes shut again, focusing on the dual pleasure of his hard flesh inside her and his fingers against her clit, giving an intense massage. It felt so incredible that she tried to resist climax, to hold out and ride the anticipatory pleasure a little longer, but it was impossible. Waves of ecstasy swept through her, causing her hips to buck involuntarily as her pussy clenched around Jack’s cock.
    He didn’t slow his thrusts or his touch, just groaned, sending her hair streaming over one cheek in a hot rush of breath as he pushed her to the peak of orgasm. She cried out as he picked up pace, and her bones might as well have turned to water; she melted against the mattress, the solid presence of Jack’s cock inside her and his hand on her body the only things that anchored her to reality as her body hummed with pleasure. She could feel the dull burn of excitement and satisfaction heating her skin and knew that if she’d been looking into a mirror, she would’ve seen flushed cheeks and swollen lips. She bit down on one lip and moaned as Jack stroked her clit one last time, his fingertips brushing the place where her skin parted to admit the stiff rod of his cock.
    At this point, she always thought of herself as being too spent – too satisfied – to truly appreciate anything that might happen afterward. This time – as usual – she was wrong. When Jack began rocking into her again, it felt exquisite.
    Her body had been left extra-sensitive in the wake of her two orgasms, and even the gentlest of Jack’s strokes caused starbursts of pleasure to erupt somewhere in her middle, making it impossible not to moan in appreciation. When he picked up his pace and began to thrust harder, she placed a hand on his arm and let her nails dig into his bicep as she clutched a handful of the bedsheets in the other.
    His arm tensed beneath her touch, but he didn’t say anything, just thrust harder, settling into an urgent rhythm of deep strokes that made her arch against the mattress. He cried out when he came, and his breath buffeted Mandy’s face, increasing the burning warmth in her cheeks and lips as he spilled liquid heat inside her. During the last few strokes, the bedsprings squeaked loudly enough that any normal human would’ve been able to hear from inside or outside the bedroom – maybe even from outside the cabin. Mandy breathed deeply, even after Jack stilled, remaining inside her for a few moments before withdrawing and sliding up the mattress to lay straight by her side.
    He was still breathing hard – a little harder than the exertion accounted for. He pressed his forehead against the side of her face and his breath streamed around her neck, encircling it like a hot, invisible collar. His chest rose and fell against her arm as he lowered his head, a ghost of a growl rumbling in the pit of his chest as his lips brushed her shoulder.
    A shiver of sensation zipped down Mandy’s spine, and her nipples went instantly hard. Jack’s lips were soft and full against her skin, inflamed from kissing and sex, but beneath were his teeth, hard and sharp. Fangs, if he shifted into his wolf form. It would be so easy for them to sink into her flesh, marking her as his forever in one brief moment.
    She hardly dared to move when he parted his lips, letting his teeth dent her skin lightly, their pressure as teasing as the heated rush of his breath. His cock was still hard against her thigh, wet from their lovemaking, and she couldn’t help but think that receiving his mark would be as pleasurable as it would be painful. Her body tingled with arousal she hadn’t thought herself capable of experiencing as his teeth dug a little deeper into her skin. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply so that his scent filled her lungs and clouded her thoughts as she waited for whatever would happen next.
    Slowly, Jack eased the pressure of his light bite and let his parted lips trail over her shoulder, meeting the