Fertile for the Alpha (BBW Billionaire Shape Shifter Paranormal Erotica) by Sierra Wolf Page A
Authors: Sierra Wolf
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pack and study their culture. There have been a series of… vandalism, in the designated werewolf zones, and he hopes that if we could publish our studies, maybe the community will see his kind as people too, to speak frankly.”
Her eyes widened at the name. Mr. Fitzpatrick. As in, Cain N. Fitzpatrick, alpha billionaire of one of the biggest packs in the country. His family had dominion over thousands, fuelled by a medieval heiarchy and old money that had spanned human history. Many of the greatest minds in the world had lived among humans as werewolves, and a surprisingly large amount from the Fitzpatrick clan. Of course, humans were more than happy to make use of their inventions and technology, even as they shunned the werewolves, Rebecca thought sadly.
“We would be happy to have you at my family estate for as long as you would like Dr. Dunn. Everything will be at your disposal. All questions will be answered, and nothing will be hidden from you. I give you free rein.”
Rebecca turned to the billionaire. This was an incredibly generous offer. Nobody thus far have had free access into a pack to study their society, and she was already getting excited about everything she wanted to ask about. So many scholars dream about this kind of opportunity! She thought. She definitely had to accept.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“I am happy to do so, if it means our people will be safe,” he replied, worry apparent in his face. He was so protective of them, she marvelled, feeling a deep surge of emotion at his loyalty to his pack. This kind of affection didn’t exist in human society anymore. Once again she began to feel excited.
“Shall we start next week then? I think that will be enough time for me to assemble everything.”
“Perfect. Here is my card. On it you will find the address for you to reach my home. Thank you both for your time. ”
Cain Fitzpatrick stood up, inclining his head to Dr. Baxter and Rebecca, and turned to go. As Dr. Baxter continued to explain in greater detail about the project, Rebecca could only glance at the card. Her mind was working feverishly, thinking of all that she would need to pack. In amongst her professional excitement however, there was also a warm feeling pulsing in her body as she remembered Cain’s rugged good looks.
That night, when she got home, all she could think about was the lycan billionaire. Rebecca’s hands had moved down to her pussy before she was aware of it, rubbing her swollen clit with her thumb. She wondered what it would be like to have a werewolf for a lover: were they stronger than other men? Or perhaps wilder in bed? Of course, Rebecca had had sex before, she wasn’t some kind of nun, but the men she slept with had been out of loneliness and convenience, and none were quite as handsome as Cain Fitzpatrick.
Just thinking about how his eyes changed as he touched Rebecca made her shiver with delight, her nipples stiffening with desire. She closed her eyes, imagining his body in front of her, his thick wolfish cock rising towards his rock hard abs. Her pussy tingled with pleasure at the thought, traveling up towards her brain. She rubbed faster, bucking her hips upwards in an instinctual movement as old as time. Her delicate fingers quested deeper, sliding past her own slick lips into the velvety warmth of her pussy. Christ, that felt good. How long had it been since she’d been so turned on by the sight of a man? Too long, she decided.
She pushed her fingers in and out now, moving quicker as her desire grew. With her other hand, she began to squeeze and massage her breasts, focussing on her puffy pink nipples. Arousal spread throughout her body, as her nipples and clit continued to be worked by Rebecca’s deft hands. She squeezed her eyes shut, thinking only of Cain, wondering just how wide he could stretch her open, fill her up, make her feel whole.
With a cry, she came, the pressure overflowing to breaking point and spilling into the very tips
Her eyes widened at the name. Mr. Fitzpatrick. As in, Cain N. Fitzpatrick, alpha billionaire of one of the biggest packs in the country. His family had dominion over thousands, fuelled by a medieval heiarchy and old money that had spanned human history. Many of the greatest minds in the world had lived among humans as werewolves, and a surprisingly large amount from the Fitzpatrick clan. Of course, humans were more than happy to make use of their inventions and technology, even as they shunned the werewolves, Rebecca thought sadly.
“We would be happy to have you at my family estate for as long as you would like Dr. Dunn. Everything will be at your disposal. All questions will be answered, and nothing will be hidden from you. I give you free rein.”
Rebecca turned to the billionaire. This was an incredibly generous offer. Nobody thus far have had free access into a pack to study their society, and she was already getting excited about everything she wanted to ask about. So many scholars dream about this kind of opportunity! She thought. She definitely had to accept.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“I am happy to do so, if it means our people will be safe,” he replied, worry apparent in his face. He was so protective of them, she marvelled, feeling a deep surge of emotion at his loyalty to his pack. This kind of affection didn’t exist in human society anymore. Once again she began to feel excited.
“Shall we start next week then? I think that will be enough time for me to assemble everything.”
“Perfect. Here is my card. On it you will find the address for you to reach my home. Thank you both for your time. ”
Cain Fitzpatrick stood up, inclining his head to Dr. Baxter and Rebecca, and turned to go. As Dr. Baxter continued to explain in greater detail about the project, Rebecca could only glance at the card. Her mind was working feverishly, thinking of all that she would need to pack. In amongst her professional excitement however, there was also a warm feeling pulsing in her body as she remembered Cain’s rugged good looks.
That night, when she got home, all she could think about was the lycan billionaire. Rebecca’s hands had moved down to her pussy before she was aware of it, rubbing her swollen clit with her thumb. She wondered what it would be like to have a werewolf for a lover: were they stronger than other men? Or perhaps wilder in bed? Of course, Rebecca had had sex before, she wasn’t some kind of nun, but the men she slept with had been out of loneliness and convenience, and none were quite as handsome as Cain Fitzpatrick.
Just thinking about how his eyes changed as he touched Rebecca made her shiver with delight, her nipples stiffening with desire. She closed her eyes, imagining his body in front of her, his thick wolfish cock rising towards his rock hard abs. Her pussy tingled with pleasure at the thought, traveling up towards her brain. She rubbed faster, bucking her hips upwards in an instinctual movement as old as time. Her delicate fingers quested deeper, sliding past her own slick lips into the velvety warmth of her pussy. Christ, that felt good. How long had it been since she’d been so turned on by the sight of a man? Too long, she decided.
She pushed her fingers in and out now, moving quicker as her desire grew. With her other hand, she began to squeeze and massage her breasts, focussing on her puffy pink nipples. Arousal spread throughout her body, as her nipples and clit continued to be worked by Rebecca’s deft hands. She squeezed her eyes shut, thinking only of Cain, wondering just how wide he could stretch her open, fill her up, make her feel whole.
With a cry, she came, the pressure overflowing to breaking point and spilling into the very tips
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