The Female Alpha You Can't Tame

Chapter 162: Chapter 162 No submission

This is a simple matter of dominance, who shall be on top. His arousal deepens by my actions, he trembles violently below me, claws tear his shirt apart just as he did to my dress eyes watch the droplets of sweat drip from his chest down his belly. A smooth seductive sailing, a feast for my eyes.

His hand reaches up to remove the hair band setting my hair free, a wildness he likes. Positioning him at my weeping entrance, our heartbeats sync together as one. We are willing to drown into whatever calls us to.

Large hot palms clamp around my hips a sign he shall control the pace. As soon as the head of his throbbing cock enters my walls our eyes close shut each delivering a sexual sound of satisfaction. My nails dig into his chest, he bleeds adding fuel to the ferocity of our mating.

The first deep thrust comes from me, sliding up his girth with a slowness only to sit back down with a quick harshness. The sound of my bum meeting with the flesh of his thighs dives into our arousal as it surges above control. My weeping sex takes him in with no hesitation devouring him as if starved for years.

His palm comes to lay over his eyes, he cannot bear my inflictions upon his body. A spell that has haunted him every night. This he feels is everything compared to the nights he had cum in his hands, touching himself visualizing his hands as mine.

This was pure torture. Sweet pleasureful torture he had craved for. Each thrust has him grunt with a hoarseness hips raise from the grass floor to meet mine in the middle. He lets me have my fill first, but after he shall eat. His flaming emeralds show me this.

Whilst my appetite is being filled he enjoys the unstopping pleasure I deliver to him. Adrenaline surging, I am impatient with my fucking not allowing him to rest taking him over and over again. I suck him in deep, my walls stretching to accommodate his fullness. He cannot bear the torment I inflict upon his flesh. Sweet torment that pushes him to the edge.

He sits up abruptly, breasts kiss his chest as I bounce upon his cock. Large palms grab my bum gripping the flesh shaking it, squeezing it. As if he were moulding it like clay. He likes it, the weight of it, the softness. It pleases his violent thirst.

"My female." He grunts face pushed into my neck sounds of arousal muffled into my flesh. A sharp stinging strike he delivers to my bum as I whimper with overflowing pleasure. This was no lovemaking but a raw, ferocious fucking. A roughness in our mating to appease our inner essence.

After being starved for months we shall eat what we are given. Our hunger is insatiable as we hold onto each other for support, our bodies possessing their minds. My thrusts grow faster, quicker for me to reach my tipping point.

"Not so soon, tentatrice." He growls shifting our positions once more, grabbing my legs he wraps them around his waist. We roll like this back and forth upon the grass floor, each wishing to be on top. Each wishing to eat first. Tongue seeps out his lips to lick the side of my neck down to my sweat coated breasts. Aching fangs elongate to dive into my mark, a reclaiming of his female.

Hands lift my hips above ground whilst he kneels, he plunges himself deep and strong into me. Head thrown back a loud cry of delight leaves my open mouth. His pounds are relentless and fierce. A severe fucking he delivers. He takes what he wants without question.

The fire at the pit of my belly grows, I mewl beneath him begging for more shamelessly as his palm clutches my right breast holding it in place lewd emeralds feasting on the bounce of the left. My fluid drips down the insides of my thighs as he licks his lips peering down at their downward path.

He pants, I whimper. Each looking to reach ecstasy. "Let me taste you." I whisper once more my hips struggling to meet his relentless fervid thrusts. My body is tiring out but not his. An Alpha male’s appetite is bigger than a female’s especially if he were starved.

Hoisting my thighs he spreads them apart propelling them forward, knees kiss my breasts. My pussy wide open for his eyes and cock to indulge in. A path he creates to hit deeper, to sink himself into my heat.

My toes curl inward to his carnal beastly pounding, he shows me with his body. How much he missed me, how much he yearned for me. I succumb to the growing feeling, my thighs trembling to the power it possesses, he halts his feeding allowing me to reach my rapture. Shameful whimper tears out my lips my hips shake to the intensity as I cum hard sucking his girth deeper into me.

The feeling of the scorching heat of his eyes upon my lips, my breasts, my core drives me insane. He is taking in my features as I find bliss. He shall use this to relieve himself later on. Deimos gives me a few seconds to get down from my high and settle down.

Once I open my eyes to find bright emeralds, his brutal thrusts pick up the pace suddenly without warning. Now wet saturated with my fluid, it allows him to sink deeper go faster. My nails dig into his forearms holding onto him for support. He is cruel with his ways, a cruelness that tantalizes me.

"Open your mouth." He says in a dominant tone. A wicked command. One that I abide by with no hesitation.

He grunts carried along with low perverted groans whilst kneeling upon the grass floor rubbing his girth as I sit up preparing to swallow what he shall feed me. Eyes closed heavy moans and pants leave his open mouth, red thick wet lips open and close to release his sounds of euphoria.

His hand is quick to grab my jaw and yank me closer to his fullness, opening my mouth wider I take in each thick spurt he releases onto my tongue. Meeting his lustful gaze I swallow tasting his essence. He watches it, the way my throat moves as it is consumed. It merely drowns him further deeper into the fire.

Deimos leans closer fingers grip my cheekbone, drawing my face to his. Lips meet mine in a feverish kiss one meant to spark another fire. He is savage with the way he treats me, just as I treat him. There is no submission when it comes to our mating, each gets their turn to dominate and appease their appetite.

His searing eyes sink deep into mine whilst his teeth bite into my lower lip. A promise he makes that he shall take me again for he is still unsatisfied. He finally lets my lip go with a hard tug and lies upon the pasture. Arms spread wide his eyes peer up at the dense trees, he finally feels at peace.

He beckons me with his open arms as I roll over to his side laying on my stomach, legs lifted dangling around as I pluck the weeds from the earth. There is a comfortableness between us, a feeling of familiarity. I feel his salacious emeralds on my face, he is swallowing up my eyes, my nose, my lips. He finds me to be of unique beauty, one that cannot be compared. I blush at his thoughts I am able to uncover, he need not say anything for he is always bare for me.

"My name is Deimos." His voice is low and soft as he begins to speak. "The title I possess is the Alpha of Alphas’. My parents passed when I was around ten years of age. Cronus is my best friend whose sister Theia is mated to my older brother Phobos. We all grew up together, they are the only true family I possess." He smiles whilst he pushes a loose strand of my hair away from my face.

"What are you doing, Deimos?" I question his sudden introduction whilst a frown paints my face. This is not anything I am unaware of.

"What is your name? Where are your parents? What do you like? What do you dislike?" My question is ignored as he asks another whilst shifting closer to me, arm hanging loosely around my waist. His fingertips trace the flesh of my hips in small slow circles leaving rousing sparks behind.

"You do know the answers to most of these." I chuckle with a shake of my head. This male is playing around. Perhaps he is teasing me. I lazily stretch out next to him whilst I begin to trace his features with my fingers. His forehead, his nose, his eyes, the shape of his thick lips. He is truly bewitching.

"When you look at me what does your soul say? Do you find me to be what you dreamed of as a mate?" He asks as I peek up at him. When he is merely met my silence, fingers grip my hips tighter. "Answer me, my female." He urges me, confusion strikes deeper. Why is he asking me all these questions? I sit up slowly removing myself from the warmth of his flesh whilst he regards me with gentleness. With respect, with curiosity.

"I do not understand."

"This. This is what I should have done when I first met you. I should have made love to you, I should have gotten to know you little by little. I should have held your soul as mine. Did I not say we shall begin upon a new path? I am beginning our path as though I have just met you for the first time." He explains, my eyes broaden slightly to his truth. I did not expect it.