Page 15 of Opposites Attract
“I figured we’d spend some time alone before introducing you to the pack.” He deftly lifted the suitcase away from me as I tried to reach for it.
My eyes watered from the wind as I rolled them, though the thought of spending more alone time with John warmed hidden parts of me.
But I wasn’t going to let him know that.
“Did you send the pack away?” My heeled boots crunched the dirt and loose gravel as I hurried to keep up with John. I was almost six foot, but he towered over me and his steps showed it. No matter. I was used to keeping up with males twice my size. This may be a new place, but the rules were the same.
It’ll be different,my wolf softly tried to reassure us.He’s different.
“No,” John grunted as he put the suitcases down on the porch of an old Victorian-style home with white painted siding and a wraparound veranda. The wood planks groaned under the weight of the bags.
I looked at the surrounding structures. A row of white cottages lined the grassy knoll above the sandy beach of the lake. Cold firepits sat at intervals between the buildings with wood lawn furniture overturned around them. “Where’d they go?”
“This is our vacation property. I figured we’d stay here for a bit.” The world tilted as my legs were swept from under me and John’s strong arms cradled my back. “It’ll be a few months before the pack comes out this way.”
“Not this again.” I sighed, trying to hide my amusement as John kicked open the door. “I’m perfectly capable of walking on my own two feet.”
“I know it.” John grinned as he carried me over the threshold. “But I like your feet in the air.”
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“As much as I love spending time with you, don’t you have a pack to lead?” I rotated my hips, dragging John’s thick cock forward so it rubbed my g-spot. Days of this and I still wasn’tbored. I’d thought the desire would wane after my heat, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
“You love spending time with me.” John’s large hands gripped my bare hips as he thrust up, trying to control the rhythm.
I hummed my approval as I dragged my nails down his chest. Even with me on top, he still couldn’t be submissive. It changed things.
Things I was still trying to process.
“Of course that’s what you’d focus on,” I said, gasping as his cock hit me in just the right spot.
The pulse of our connection intensified and he thrust harder, keeping me steady as he felt what I was feeling and increased the pace.
My thighs shook as my climax grew closer.
Focus.
“You’re an Alpha.” Which is why he was still rocking me to his rhythm while I sat on top, completely at his mercy.
“Don’t care about those ugly bastards right now,” John grunted as he lifted my hips and slammed me back to his lap. “Not when I get to look at you.”
“Right there,” I moaned.
What happened to focusing?
“Oh goddess.” Stars danced in my vision.
“Give it to me, darling. Show me who makes you scream.”
This. Fucking. Beast.I cried out as a delicious orgasm came over me followed by John’s pleasure, which kept the waves of mine coming as his seed rolled down my thigh.
He turned me quickly, pushing in deeper as his knot swelled to lock us in place. The familiar panic and possessive need washed over him as he tried to prop my hips higher. He wasn’t actually trying to knock me up. I was on birth control anyway despite how rare it was to get pregnant outside of matingseason. This was just a primitive urge to fill me with his seed. He didn’t even know breeding was one of his kinks.
I wouldn’t have been able to fully understand his needs, but our bond made it so we felt what each other was feeling.
Which made sex super hot–even vanilla sex.
But I didn’t know how long vanilla would keep its appeal.