Under the Alpha's Protection (Steamy Werewolf Shifter Menage Romance) by Willow Wilde Page B
Authors: Willow Wilde
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corpse. “It’s easy! Just gimme the money! ”
“Suck a dick straight to Hell!” I shouted, pulling free and shoving him. It had been my intention to throw him off-guard and get the hell out of there. Unfortunately, I only spotted the gun he held in his gnarled fingers at the last second, and I heard the bang! go off into the night, piercing the silence of the black air.
The shock overcame me instantly. I could barely stand, barely hold onto anything as I collapsed backwards against the wall of the alley. He snatched for the pockets of my jacket, desperate to find wherever I stuffed my cash. Without a purse to my name, I typically shoved my folded bills into a money clip that was jammed deep into my boot. He struggled with my clothes for a minute, desperate for a prize to plunder. After a few seconds didn’t reveal anything, he glanced around in a paranoid haze, then spat at me and fled.
“Stupid fuckin’ bitch! Didn’t want to hurt you! Could have just given me the fuckin’ money, you dumb bitch!”
But I could barely concentrate on him. I reached down to my gut, pulling back fingers drenched in hot blood… my hot blood. Somehow, the sight of it made everything even more horrific, and I gagged on my breath as the piercing, burning sensation finally roared to life inside me.
I was dying. I was dying on my nineteenth fucking birthday because I was fired, too miserable to pay attention to the streets, and went down the wrong alley at the wrong time.
As I started to fade off, I felt my chin being lifted. There was a face here, wrapped in darkness. I could faintly make out a hoodie drawn up around broad shoulders, and a slight growl emanating from the shadowy presence.
“Are you my…guardian…?” I managed to whisper, before gurgling. He looked both ways quietly, quickly, before turning back to me again. My head was swimming in darkness now as I murmured the last words before I drifted into the abyss. “Kinda…fucking…late, aren’t you…”
~
When I finally came to, my eyes didn’t gradually flicker open. I wasn’t aware of other senses, such as the scents of the forest, or the crushing of twigs. The slight wind rustling my skin didn’t pull me awake, nor did any pounding in my head. That’s what’s supposed to happen, right? Sort of a gradual thing, and sometimes you feel your other senses filling you in a little bit while you muster the courage. I feel like that’s how it’s supposed to work.
No, when I came to, they immediately snapped open. At the same moment, right as my eyes were flying open, I felt a storm against me – no, inside me. I saw a roaring flurry of colors as this, this…I don’t know how to describe it. What do I call it? A whirlwind? A maelstrom, maybe? Whatever it was, it was this blinding, fantastic storm that burst within my head, but instead of whipping me into a frenzy or buffeting my emotions around, it oddly soothed me.
But I couldn’t really focus on it, because I was too busy realizing that I was naked. Naked, with an unfamiliar face caught between my legs, sucking away at my clit. Why am I turned on? What the fuck – where the hell am I? Who the FUCK is THIS GUY?!
I wanted to push him away, to shove him back and just fucking unload on him, but my body had gone along without me. My fingers ensnarled into his hair, I couldn’t bring myself to blow up at how creepy, how weird this was. Oddly, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life, and I felt my hips bucking against his face as he lapped away at my juices harder, his eyes lifting up to mine with my sudden interaction.
I half-expected the stranger fiercely tonguing my pussy to say something ridiculous, like Oh, look who’s awake or something totally patronizing like Aw, the sleepy-head’s up . Of course, I would have smacked his shit in a heartbeat and torn off his erection with my bear hands, but instead, he nuzzled down harder, making me
“Suck a dick straight to Hell!” I shouted, pulling free and shoving him. It had been my intention to throw him off-guard and get the hell out of there. Unfortunately, I only spotted the gun he held in his gnarled fingers at the last second, and I heard the bang! go off into the night, piercing the silence of the black air.
The shock overcame me instantly. I could barely stand, barely hold onto anything as I collapsed backwards against the wall of the alley. He snatched for the pockets of my jacket, desperate to find wherever I stuffed my cash. Without a purse to my name, I typically shoved my folded bills into a money clip that was jammed deep into my boot. He struggled with my clothes for a minute, desperate for a prize to plunder. After a few seconds didn’t reveal anything, he glanced around in a paranoid haze, then spat at me and fled.
“Stupid fuckin’ bitch! Didn’t want to hurt you! Could have just given me the fuckin’ money, you dumb bitch!”
But I could barely concentrate on him. I reached down to my gut, pulling back fingers drenched in hot blood… my hot blood. Somehow, the sight of it made everything even more horrific, and I gagged on my breath as the piercing, burning sensation finally roared to life inside me.
I was dying. I was dying on my nineteenth fucking birthday because I was fired, too miserable to pay attention to the streets, and went down the wrong alley at the wrong time.
As I started to fade off, I felt my chin being lifted. There was a face here, wrapped in darkness. I could faintly make out a hoodie drawn up around broad shoulders, and a slight growl emanating from the shadowy presence.
“Are you my…guardian…?” I managed to whisper, before gurgling. He looked both ways quietly, quickly, before turning back to me again. My head was swimming in darkness now as I murmured the last words before I drifted into the abyss. “Kinda…fucking…late, aren’t you…”
~
When I finally came to, my eyes didn’t gradually flicker open. I wasn’t aware of other senses, such as the scents of the forest, or the crushing of twigs. The slight wind rustling my skin didn’t pull me awake, nor did any pounding in my head. That’s what’s supposed to happen, right? Sort of a gradual thing, and sometimes you feel your other senses filling you in a little bit while you muster the courage. I feel like that’s how it’s supposed to work.
No, when I came to, they immediately snapped open. At the same moment, right as my eyes were flying open, I felt a storm against me – no, inside me. I saw a roaring flurry of colors as this, this…I don’t know how to describe it. What do I call it? A whirlwind? A maelstrom, maybe? Whatever it was, it was this blinding, fantastic storm that burst within my head, but instead of whipping me into a frenzy or buffeting my emotions around, it oddly soothed me.
But I couldn’t really focus on it, because I was too busy realizing that I was naked. Naked, with an unfamiliar face caught between my legs, sucking away at my clit. Why am I turned on? What the fuck – where the hell am I? Who the FUCK is THIS GUY?!
I wanted to push him away, to shove him back and just fucking unload on him, but my body had gone along without me. My fingers ensnarled into his hair, I couldn’t bring myself to blow up at how creepy, how weird this was. Oddly, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my life, and I felt my hips bucking against his face as he lapped away at my juices harder, his eyes lifting up to mine with my sudden interaction.
I half-expected the stranger fiercely tonguing my pussy to say something ridiculous, like Oh, look who’s awake or something totally patronizing like Aw, the sleepy-head’s up . Of course, I would have smacked his shit in a heartbeat and torn off his erection with my bear hands, but instead, he nuzzled down harder, making me
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