Page 84 of Unhinged Alphas

He lets out a snarl of sheer frustration, lookingevery bit like he's about to pass out or fly into a rage or both. "What the fuck… why did you stop?"

"What if..." I start, trailing my fingers along the thick vein on the underside of his twitching shaft again, "you put on a little show for me? With Plague?"

Whiskey's eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat. "W-what?" he stammers, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red. "I don't... I mean, that's not..."

I raise an eyebrow, my hand stilling on his cock. "No? Then I guess we're done here."

"No!" he blurts out, then catches himself. "I mean... fuck, Ivy, you can't just leave me like this…"

I shrug, starting to pull away. "I can."

Whiskey groans, his head falling back against the cushion. "Fuck. Okay, okay. Fine. I'll... I'll talk to Plague. But I can't promise anything. I don't even think he'd want to."

A thrill runs through me at his words. I hadn't expected him to agree so quickly. "Good boy," I purr, leaning down to reward him with a long, slow lick from base to tip.

Whiskey's hips buck enough that the length of his hard cock hits me in the face, a strangled moan escaping his throat. I lunge for it like an animal andcatch it in my mouth, between my teeth, eliciting a sharp growling yelp from him before he realizes I'm being gentle. His hands fly back to my head, fingers tangling in my hair like that might stop me from biting down too hard.

"I-Ivy, please, be careful,fuck?—"

I turn my head and draw his cock back into my mouth as close to the hilt as I can manage. I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard, and he lets out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush.

Suddenly, his grip on my hair tightens, and I find myself being lifted and turned. I let out a muffled yelp in surprise as he manhandles me, effortlessly repositioning my body so I'm laying upside-down on top of him, his warm breath on my pussy and my thighs straddling his head. Being face-down like this makes all the blood rush to my head. Already dizzy, I brace myself against his thighs.

I try to ask him what he's doing, but with his cock stuffed in my mouth, all I can manage is a surprised whimper as his tongue swipes along my slit. My hips jerk involuntarily and I start slipping forward, but his hands grip my thighs, holding me in place as he delves deeper, his tongue exploring my slick folds as his broad torso easily supports my entire body.

He's so much taller and larger than me, it's hard to keep his cock in my mouth at this angle, and I have to fight to keep it from slipping out. But when his knot begins to swell in my mouth, stretching my jaw to its limit, it's impossible to pull away even if I wanted to. Which I don't. The primal part of my brain revels in the fullness, in the way his thick shaft and knot pulse against my tongue and palette.

I try to focus on pleasuring him, but it's hard to concentrate with his tongue working magic between my legs. My eyes roll back into my head and my hips buck involuntarily, grinding against his face. He responds by sucking hard on my clit, sending a jolt of electricity up my spine.

A muffled cry escapes me, vibrating around his cock. Whiskey growls and purrs, the sound reverberating through his chest and into my body. The dual sensations—his mouth on my pussy and his cock in my mouth—are overwhelming. I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of absolute ecstasy.

His tongue flicks rapidly over my clit, and I see stars. My back arches, pushing my ass higher into the air. Whiskey takes advantage of the new angle, his tongue delving even deeper. One of his hands leaves my thigh and I feel a thickfinger probing at my folds, gathering slick only to spread it around my asshole.

I whimper desperately around his cock and my instincts force me to clench as he breaches me. I can't even ask what he's doing or ask him to be gentle. All I can do is gasp and cry out around his cock, my tongue pinned in place by his knot.

"Shhh, relax, little wildcat," he whispers against my pussy before going right back to circling my clit with his hot tongue.

I try to obey, focusing on breathing through my nose, willing my muscles to unclench.

Whiskey's free hand kneads my cheek, his palm so large it covers nearly half of my ass. The pressure helps, and so does his thumb pulling my cheek aside enough to help work me open, grounding me as I adjust to the feeling of his thick digit slowly curling and pushing inside me.

I moan and purr frantically around his cock as he pushes deeper, the stretch burning in a way that's both painful and strangely satisfying. My hips buck involuntarily again, grinding against his face, seeking more of that friction on my clit as I thrash and writhe on top of him, my breath coming in such short gasps I'm getting lightheaded. Doesn't help that I can only fully breathe through my nose. Hegrunts as my nails dig into his sweat-slicked skin and I'm vaguely aware that I might be hurting him, but I can't seem to stop myself.

He doesn't seem to mind anyway. If anything, my desperation spurs him on. His tongue flicks and swirls faster over my clit, his finger pushing deeper into my ass. I feel so full, so completely owned by this massive alpha beneath me.

A second finger joins the first in my ass, stretching me further. The burn intensifies and I whimper, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. But Whiskey doesn't let up, his tongue working magic as he keeps working me open.

I can't breathe. I can't think. I can't do anything but feel as Whiskey's tongue lashes my clit and his fingers stretch me open. A scream builds in my throat, muffled by his thick shaft. My hips buck wildly, grinding against his face, his stubble scratching my sensitive pussy as I chase my release. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion. Just a little more...

Whiskey's fingers curl inside me, making me see stars all over again. His lips lock around my clit and he sucks harder than ever, his tongue flicking faster and faster as he finger-fucks my ass, and suddenly I'm falling. The waves crash over me, each one moreintense than the last. My body convulses, muscles clenching around his fingers as ecstasy courses through every nerve ending like delicious fire was injected straight into my veins.

But he doesn't stop. If anything, he doubles down, his fingers pumping faster, his tongue working overtime. My orgasm builds again, impossibly higher, and I'm dimly aware that I'm making noises I've never made before. Desperate, animalistic sounds that I barely recognize as my own.

My nails rake down Whiskey's sides, leaving angry red trails in their wake. He growls, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my oversensitive clit. It's too much. It's not enough. I need more, need him to stop, need him to never stop.

Another orgasm hits me, harder than the first. My vision whites out, my body and ass arching off Whiskey's chest. I'm vaguely aware of his knot straining against my teeth and lips as I throw my head back, a muffled yet keening wail tearing from my throat.

Whiskey's arm wraps around my waist, holding me in place as I thrash and writhe. His fingers never stop moving, working me through the aftershocks and pushing me toward a third peak. I sob, overwhelmed by the onslaught.