The Female Alpha You Can't Tame

Chapter 173: Chapter 173 A god on his knees-part five

I entice his sinful lust, rotating my pussy over his burly cock not taking him in merely teasing him to give a preview of how it shall feel. Grabbing my jaw with a solid firmness whilst the tips of his fingers create an indent over my flesh, he propels me forward to devour my mouth with a merciless fierceness ramming his tongue deep not allowing me to breathe, he takes what he demands. I shall face the consequences of my actions.

I clutch his hair tugging on it, holding onto the thickness for support whilst he ravishes my mouth greedily. A carnal need I have set aflame within him. Deimos pulls down my bra cups swiftly setting my bosoms free, I try to position myself shifting backwards to provide us with further comfort yet he denies this seizing my waist hauling me back to his chest to devour what has been bare to him.

His hot tongue swirls around the tip of my hardened buds, he sucks brutally the sound of it echoing throughout the void room, my cheeks burn to what I hear clearly yet he is not fazed by it rather he continues to consume my flesh brazenly.

My back arches to his wickedness, to his raw piercing appetite as I shove my eager breasts deeper into his perverted mouth. Repositioning his mass quickly at my entrance paying no heed to appease his hunger I take what I want first.

It is as though our souls are awakening as we tether ourselves to one and other. Clamping around his mass sucking him deep I allow my saturated walls to cream him. Rolling my hips placing my palms upon his knees I lean farther back to give him a show. The bounce of my breasts, my sopping succulent pussy, the curve of my hips, the sound of my ass meeting the flesh of his thighs. All his senses are being overdrawn by me.

I am playing a dangerous game, I know this. Emeralds manifest to frighteningly dark greens, he grunts whilst his canines elongate to puncture his lower lip. He bleeds whilst he controls his lecherous beast leashing him within the cage of control. His beast wants to fuck coarsely, Deimos wants to make love. They both battle to have their way with me.

"Do not provoke me, Lumina." An enticingly filthy warning he delivers with a deep pleasure-filled moan whilst his claws escape their shells to grip the flesh of my hips trying to control the pace of our mating.

His name leaves my desirous swollen lips over and over again as though I were chanting or praying. The way I take him is raw, severe and passionate yet soothingly gentle. He turns hot-blooded to the pure animalistic fucking yet the relentless delicateness of it has him caged leaving him immobile but to take what I give him. Seizing him by his neck I pry his face to meet mine. I want to see him as he empties himself within me. The way his mouth will open to empty his hot pants, the way his eyes will clench shut with his overwhelming bliss.

Leaning forward my teeth sink into his lower lip to suck, bite and tug with an insatiable thirst. He belongs to me. This male is mine. I skim down the beauty of his flesh, his tousled hair, flushed cheeks, sweat coated chest, and his poisonous emeralds. A truly breathtaking male he is.

I bounce upon his cock faster the pace quickening to reach where I wish to go. My antics are abrupt and accelerated, giving him no choice but to submit. His head nestles into my chest the tip of his tongue tasting the space in between my breasts. A predator tastes the flesh of his prey.

"Lumina, wait." He quivers and squirms away whilst I begin to grind against his girth, he is caged in pure agony. Pleasureful agony. He is close to gratification and so am I.

My feet hook him beneath his knees locking our flesh together as one leaving him with no way to escape. "Stop, my female." He pleads as confusion and fear simmer beneath his passion. His palms try to push me away yet he cannot for we are bound together as one.

"Deimos," I whisper drawing his face closer to mine. I see it, despite his yearning there is that deep-rooted gut-wrenching fear he possesses of releasing within me. Our past, he thinks it defines him. "Look at me."

His hips rise with an austere eagerness to meet my thrusts for he cannot control his flesh, his mind and heart are at war. He wants to run but he also wishes to stay. His eyes are clenched shut lips quivering, he cries silently. Tears stream down his cheeks, his inner pup comes forth to stand in the light.

"It is okay, my male. It is okay." I hold my male tightly to me easing his distress whilst I clamp tightly around his full cock that is close to bursting. Moans erupt from deep within him carried along with his soft sobs. My male is a mess. A beautiful mess.

"I am sorry." He keeps muttering. He is in fear of the outcome of cumming inside me. Despite the change in our pack and freedom to our wishes, our past has manifested into trauma for him.

"It is okay, I want this. Deimos, we want this." Wiping away his tear-stained flesh with my thumbs I shove my mouth into his swallowing his sounds of bliss. His cock rams deep unforgiving and rigorously, my mewls of delight echo through the walls of the room as we both reach our rapture.

Euphoria

I writhe and recoil upon him whilst he jerks forward emptying spurts of his semen inside me. My walls cream him clamping around tightly till he has given his last drop draining him completely. He does not knot me so I keep him inside until satisfaction pools within me.

Chest heaving, his mind succumbs to misty haze. With a soft sigh of affection towards the male with a delicate kiss to his forehead, I remove myself from our position to lie upon the couch. Squirming forward to give him space, there is a comfortable silence between us as he reclines behind me warm arms surround my flesh pulling me to him.

"Deimos." Kissing his wrist gently I call his name, yet there is no reply that comes from him. He is drowning. Taking a deep breath in I prepare myself to say what I kept hidden all these years. The beats of our heart sync together as one and I exhale slowly.

"I love you."

A soft gasp is released from the male who rests behind me, his flesh trembles violently. The weight of my words ties him down, he shall need time to digest it to gift to his soul. With a soft smile on my face, I submit to sleep whilst the feeling of wet drops meeting with the flesh of my neck manifests to my lullaby.

Feeling the coldness of my being that shivers to the mild summer breeze my eyes flutter open amidst nightfall, the room is engulfed by darkness the only light coming through gifted by the full moon.

Clutching the thin blanket to my bare flesh, understanding settles in. Deimos must have carried me to the bedroom. Tired eyes are swift to wander for the male who is not by my side, questions his potential departure upsets me whilst I scan the room. Did he leave without telling me?

A shift of presence is felt, his comforting scent floats through as I turn to where he stands. Freshly showered, hair drenched he stands behind me wearing nothing but a pant that sits loosely on his hips. He could not sleep, he showered to calm the overwhelming emotions of his heart I know this.

Hands in his pockets, eyes closed head lifted into the darkened sky a soft smile of serenity graces his lips. The breeze dries his damp hair whilst the full moon highlights his magnificent features. He is truly a bewitching male. His weaknesses, his insecurities, his fears I want to hold them all as mine and protect the abandoned pup that still lingers within him. I do not want any harm to come for him, I shall make sure he is always safe in my arms.

You will never be alone again, my male.

"Deimos." His name is whispered soothingly as his eyes flutter open to slowly meet mine. Sitting up placing my feet on the ground I smile up at him.

"My female." He replies words choked out, his paradise has awakened.

"What are you doing standing there alone? Come here, my male." I open my arms wide for him beaming up at the male who will always be loved by me. A delicate smile carried with a brief nod he offers me whilst sauntering leisurely towards where I sit.

Kneeling by my feet his arms surround my waist whilst he rests his face upon my belly. My fingers naturally sink into his hair gently caressing his scalp, his eyes close once more as he remains still peacefully absorbing my tenderness and love.

My eyes peer up at the moon who beckons me, I beam up at her for the one true dream she has given me. A family. Yet something pokes deep within me, a sort of enlightenment that draws in.

I glance back at my male who rests by my feet. Perhaps this was it. Perhaps this was the reason I was kept alive by my parents, perhaps this was the prophecy the healer had spoken about.

The prophecy that I would bring a God to his knees.