FATED TO ALPHA HUNTER BY VENNEH LISAH

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝟏𝟖+

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 :

Her arousal scent caused my nostrils to flare, and my eyes flickered as I inhaled her intoxicating scent. I wanted to make love to her, sheath myself in her tight confines. I cupped her p***y with my hand as I crawled on the bed and pressed my chest on her back. She moaned, and I could tell she was being stimulated by my touch. My nose ran across her shoulder, and I nipped her skin. Wanting her to wake up, I squeezed her p***y. She rocked her hips against my hand.

I ran my finger through her wet folds, she whined, pushing against my finger as I teased her by circling it around her entrance, coating it in her pre-cum. "Ania wake up," I whispered, and she moaned, pushing against my finger. I refused to shove it inside her which made me laugh softly, because she looked annoyed by my refusal.

"Arman!" she growled as she whined...

"Hmm," I hummed as she growled at me. I circled her c**t, and she jolted, before moving it back to her tight hole and shoving my finger deep inside her. Her walls clamped around it, and I slowly withdrew it before shoving it back into her warm wet entrance. Ania moaned, and I groaned at the sound she made before sitting up and using my other hand, I pulled her cheeks apart so I can watch my finger f**k her. I withdrew my finger and she growled at the loss of it "Arman" she demanded and I chuckled before I stretched myself on her.

My c**k slid into her wet confines and I relaxed as her p***y stretched and clenched around it. She lifted her hips slightly, letting it slide in deeper, I then started thrusting in slowly, enjoying the way she shuddered and spasmed around it, I picked my pace, gripping her hair and pulling her head back.

I loved the way my name rolled off her tongue and spilled out of her lips as the pleasure she was feeling increased. "F**k! you're so wet," I groaned as her tight walls clenched my c**k hard, her arousal spilling onto the mattress and between her milky thighs.

I then pulled my length from her, wanting to taste her sweet nectar. Ania cried at the loss of my shaft. I sat up then gripped her hips. She shrieked as I pulled her hips into the air. I pulled her to the edge of the bed before dropping to my knees on the floor.

"Arman!" she shrieked in protest. She tried to pull away but I squeezed her a*s before my mouth covered her completely, sucking her sweet lips into my mouth. The top half of her body sank into the mattress at the feel of my tongue sliding between her folds. I chuckled as she melted into the bed. Her legs trembled as she pushed back against my mouth as I devoured her.

Her desire overruled what she was protesting about her a*s being on my mouth. I pushed her legs further apart before tilting my face. Ania shivered when my stubble brushed her c**t as I jammed my tongue inside her.

Her sweet taste on my tongue made me groan, and my c**k ached painfully, wanting to be buried deep inside her again. My hands squeezed her thighs as I opened her up wider, sucking and licking every crease and fold. She spilled my name. I made her go on her fours, before I climbed on her again. Burying my d**k inside of her, while playing with her br***sts.

She jerked, feeling my c**k inside her dog style but I gripped her thighs, not allowing her to escape as I rammed into her from the back, my fingers back to her swollen cl*t. I rubbed my fingers on her cl*t and wet folds, coating them in her juices, as I continued thrusting in and out of her pink p***y.

I worked myself in her. She bucked, but I rubbed on her c**t more and more teasing her as I worked my c**k inside her, her body relaxed and her muscles relaxed as I made love to her.

Ania moaned and writhed as I had her. Stretching her tight hole while playing with the juices as they spilled out of her. She pushed against my waist rocked her hips in ecstasy against my c**k before she screamed and exploded on me and I rammed into her some more as I chased my own orgasm. Exploding in her and spilling my seeds in her tight confines.

I toyed with her juices, coating her folds with them. I gently slid down with her on the bed, so she collapsed on the bed on her stomach and I on her. She moaned, as we rode out our o****ms. Her sweet nectar coated my c**k and fingers. I gently slid off her when my c**k became flaccid. I chuckled, spanking her a*s as I I rolled-off her and off the bed.

Her face was flushed and her eyes heavy. I leaned over the top of her and kissed her shoulder. Standing up, I stepped into the bathroom and cleaned up. When I came out, she had fallen back asleep, and I smirked as I crawled on the bed, tucking her body against mine, and finally, I was able to settle down enough to fall asleep for the first time in two days.

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

The next morning, I awoke nice and warm, snuggled against King Arman's chest. I could feel his breath move my hair as he slept, and I relaxed. Relieved that he had slept for the first time in days. This was the first time I woke to him asleep. I was beginning to wonder if he ever slept.

My body felt heavy with his leg draped over my hip and mine tugged between his. I ran my fingers through his chest hair. The sun was already up, the drapes still closed as the light seeped in the cracks on the sides. I traced one of my bite marks on his chest before pressing my lips together. My teeth ached, and my gums tingled with the need to bite him, claim him, but I tried to force it down, though it was making me twitchy.

I hoped it settled down because I didn't think I could live with the crazy urges I kept having. Arman explained it was the hormones, but it only happened when near him. I had bitten no one else but Hunter then him. Arman said it was because the moon was nearly out it was bringing out my animal instincts.

Zara said she-wolves had a tendency to bite those they feel safest with, those with stronger auras. Which in turn, made sense. We were primal possessive creatures, but I didn't get that urge around Beta Dwight.

I was completely unaware I was even licking him until he chuckled, pulling me from my thoughts. Oh no, I woke him. That wasn't my intention. I tried to close his eyes with my fingers, but he grabbed my hand and kissed it before placing it on his chest.

"Morning," he mumbled, tugging me closer. I clenched my jaw, unable to reply now that I had stopped licking him. I wanted to climb on him, soak up his scent, and bite him again. The urges were sending me insane, and I tried to roll away when he removed his leg from over my waist and gripped my t***h, hauling me on top of him.

"I have told you, you aren't hurting me, so stop fighting them." he urged. I shook my head, unable to trust opening my mouth in case I bite him like a darn cannibal.

"I should probably hold off," Arman murmured to himself, and I turned to look at him. I wanted to ask him what he meant, but I couldn't at that moment as I battled with my mind and body. The King gripped the back of my head and pressed my face into his neck. I tried to push him away, but he growled.

"I was supposed to leave tonight and be back tomorrow, but now I'm worried I shouldn't leave you like this. Especially when you're fighting it. I'm concerned you'll be distressed," he said.

I tried to process his words, then I sank my teeth into him. He groaned, and tears stung my eyes as his blood flooded into my mouth. I hated this, hated it so much, hated how these urges overrode everything else.

"You're not hurting me, love. I promise," he whispered, kissing the side of my face as I tried to stop myself. I shook my head. The King gripped my hips, dragging me down his body; I sunk my teeth into his chest. My nails dug into his skin as I grabbed him then he rolled my hips against him, I stopped and moaned before biting his arm. His c**k twitched against my p***y, and I froze; he turned his face toward my ear.

"Why did you stop," he whispered, rolling my hips against him again.

His c**k slid between my wet folds, and I moaned at the friction. My teeth left his skin before I kissed him. My tongue invaded his mouth, and he chuckled as I mauled him, kissing me back.

He let me touch and claw at him until the urges left. The King then rolled, forcing me on my back and climbed between my legs. His hard length pressed against my slit, and I moved my hips against him, coating his length with my desire. The King groaned and pressed his hips against mine.

My walls clenched, wanting to feel him buried deep within my confines, wanting to feel him move inside me. The King clenched his jaw, and I kissed him. Tugging his face down to mine, he gripped my t***h, hoisting it up and wrapping it around his waist. I ground my hips against him, uncaring, just wanting him closer.

"Ania!" He groaned, and my name leaving his lips like that made my walls clench. I tugged on his hip, and he pushed up on his arms, looking down at me.

He knew what I wanted, but he would also make me ask or probably beg. I growled at him and bit his bicep, tugged him back down to me. "You want this?" He purred, and a whine left my lips as he thrust his c**k between my slick folds.

"Words, Ania I need you to say it, or I will stop," he said, nipping at my chin. I nodded, and his nose skimmed across my cheek before he bit my lips.

"Yes?" He purred, and I clenched my eyes shut, embarrassed he was going to make me say it. My thoughts and urges alone were vulgar enough without me speaking them aloud.

"Ania, I don't speak nods, or moans, words or," he threatened and he pulled away, I gripped his arms. He settled between my legs again, kissing me " I want you." The words rolled off my lips and the king entered my confines, thrusting into me, and my moans filled the room to climax. He relaxed in me when we both had each other to satisfaction and then the there was a knock on the door .

"My King, the car is ready. We have to leave," I heard Gary's voice through the door. The King glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "Ah, I can stay. I was worried about leaving you on your own anyway," he told me.

"You're leaving?" I purred.

"Yes, I have to visit your old pack, or do you want to come?" he asked. I shook my head. I never wanted to go back there again.

"Then I will tell them another day," he sighed.

"No, it's fine. I will just help Rina" I answered, and he stared at me.

"What do you mean you will help Rina, Ania? You are not a servant," he demanded as he slid out of my c*nt.

"I enjoy helping her, I get to spend time with her," I told the king and he sighed.

"You are to be my Queen, not the housekeeper," he warned.

"Please," I begged. The King growled and looked away from me.

"Fine, but only until I come back and not in uniform. I will not have people treating you like a househelp," he said firmly. I nodded excitedly, and he pecked my lips.

"Beta Dwight will stay, and I will be back tomorrow. Are you sure you don't want me to stay?" he said, pecking my lips. I shook my head. I did not want to be the reason he kept from his work.

To be continued...