Page 83 of Unhinged Alphas

I pull off with a wet pop and he growls in frustration. "Oh yeah?" I whisper.

"Not you, too," he moans.

I run my fingertips along the underside of his cock. "Tell me how it felt."

He nods, eyes squeezed shut. "Okay, okay. It was... different. Good different."

I lean down, flicking my tongue over one of his nipples through his shirt. He jerks beneath me, a strangled sound escaping his throat. I grin, doing it again.

"Keep talking," I urge, tugging his shirt up to give me better access as I continue working his shaft with my hand. He shrugs out of it and tosses it aside only to shout in surprise when I sink my teeth into his side.

"What the fuck, Ivy!" he barks.

I lean back, grinning at the red mark already forming on his tanned skin. "Sorry," I murmur. "Got a little carried away. A little… feral."

"Y-yeah, I fucking guess so," he says warily, still panting.

I trail my lips down Whiskey's chest, savoring the taste of his skin. My teeth graze his skin, eliciting a sharp intake of breath every time I nip at him. I smirk against him, drunk on the power I hold over this massive alpha.

"Keep talking," I murmur, my breath hot against his skin. "Tell me more about Plague's hands."

Whiskey groans, his massive frame trembling beneath me. "Fuck, Ivy. His hands are... they're rough. Calloused. But gentle, too. Like he couldbreak you or cut you up if he wanted, but he doesn't."

I hum in acknowledgment, tasting, licking, nipping. His muscles twitch under my touch and I revel in the way his body responds to me.

"And then what?" I press, nipping harder at his lower belly where his strong body is the softest. The contrast fascinates me.

Whiskey's breath comes in short, ragged gasps. "He... he started stroking faster. Twisting his wrist at the top. It was... fuck, it was intense."

I reward his candor by taking him back into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his thick head, and I have to brace myself against his thick, muscular thighs to keep from choking as he bucks into me. Even then, I can barely fit half of him in my mouth.

My free hand sneaks under the waistband of my pants and between my own legs, seeking relief for the ache building there. I moan around Whiskey's cock as my fingers find my clit, already swollen and sensitive and soaking wet from slick. His cock hits the back of my throat and I fight against my gag reflex. Whiskey lets out a strangled moan, his hands fisting in the blankets beneath us before flying back up to my head and digging intomy hair again.

I bob my head, taking him deeper with each pass. My jaw aches from the stretch, but I don't care. All I can focus on or even think about is the weight of him on my tongue, the salt-musk taste of his skin, the way his thick shaft pulses against my lips.

My fingers work furiously at my clit as I suck him, matching the rhythm of my mouth. Heat coils low inside me, building with each stroke. I moan around him, the vibrations making him twitch and groan.

"Fuck, Ivy," Whiskey gasps. "Your mouth... it's so fucking good…"

I hum in acknowledgment, taking him deeper still. His stomach tenses against my forehead as I swallow around him, my nose brushing against the coarse hair at the base of his cock. I'm acutely aware of how small I am compared to him, how his muscular thighs bracket my shoulders, how one of his hands could easily wrap around my entire waist.

The size difference should terrify me. Instead, it thrills me.

I pull back, gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. "Tell me more," I demand, my voice raw. "What did Plague do next?"

Whiskey's chest heaves as he struggles to form words. "He... fuck, I don't know, Ivy, he was justjerking us off and twisting and… and being a menacing son of a bitch, and I… fuck…"

I reward him by taking him deep again, hollowing my cheeks as I suck hard. My fingers move faster against my clit, pleasure building with each stroke. I'm close, so close, but I want to hear more.

"And then?" I ask, pulling off just long enough to speak before diving back down.

Whiskey's hips jolt, his crown pushing hard into the back of my throat. I gag slightly but don't pull away. "I came," he chokes out. "I came into his hand. We… we both did. At the same time."

A jolt of heat shoots through me at his words. The image of Whiskey and Plague rutting against each other, fighting for dominance while doing something so unusual for alphas, floods my mind. I moan around Whiskey's cock, my fingers working faster on my swollen bud.

"Fuck, Ivy," Whiskey groans. "I'm gonna?—"

I pull away from Whiskey's cock right before he does, a wicked grin spreading across my face as I watch him squirm, completely at my mercy. His broad chest heaves, sweat glistening on his skin in the dim light.