My Alphas: The Complete Series by Emily Cantore Page B

gaze away, looking up into his eyes. He was wearing the same feral look she’d seen today, his blue eyes seeming to glow in the candlelight. She saw his pupils dilate and felt fear ripple through her. He looked furious and under that she sensed a hunger that made her body tense. She knew she could never escape from him but her dumb body was preparing to anyway.
    He moved nearer to her, growling deep in his chest and Cass felt her skin flush. The pulse below grew insistent and she realized her body was preparing for something else entirely.
    Rey stepped closer, ducking his head to sniff at her neck.
    “Wait,” she said.
    *
    Rey had seen plenty of naked females but none held his attention like the one in front of him now. She was nude and soft and the scent of her fear and arousal beat against him like waves. He followed the line of her collarbone down to her full breasts. Unlike the women of his kind, she was far curvier. Her breasts were rounder, her figure fuller.
    He sniffed her neck, feeling his own pulse pounding in his chest.
    “Wait,” she said and moved away from him, walking backwards to the low bed.
    He followed her, stalking her like prey in the forest and saw her pupils dilate, saw the fear of him rise.
    Arousal and fear. It was a maddening scent. He could smell the wet folds between her legs, practically taste her skin.
    At that thought he lunged forward and grabbed her, bringing his teeth down to her neck, breathing her in, running his sharp teeth over her skin. She sighed and went limp in his arms, tipping her head to the side to allow him greater access. The act of submission pleased him.
    She seemed entranced as he moved her on to the bed and resumed his path down her neck. Her breasts, so full and heavy, absorbed him. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while he held the other in his hand. He drifted across to the other and tasted it with his tongue. Her flesh was hot and she gasped as he touched her.
    Running his fingers down her body, he found himself delighting in the softness of her. Werewolf females were hard, rigid muscle and sharp edges. This human was soft and pliable, her skin yielding to his touch. He stroked his fingers down her stomach and watched her muscles constrict, out of her control. Then he slipped them between her legs and into the burning wet heat he could smell there.
    He could hold on no longer. His cock was throbbing in pain, sticking up hard and demanding. He pulled his finger from inside her and licked it, tasting her and then he felt himself slipping away. Grabbing her by the hips, he turned her over.
    *
    As Rey turned her over on to her hands and knees. Cass tried to regroup, to think, to take a moment but her body had other ideas. She felt her hips tilting, felt how wet she was. To stop would be to die.
    Cass felt Rey move into position behind her and then it wasn’t his fingers touching her but his cock. He rubbed it up and down, wetting it and sending little shivers of pleasure through her. She moaned and put her head down, trying to push herself back onto it but Rey held her in place with his strong hand.
    “Wait,” he commanded, his voice guttural.
    Cass definitely followed the maxim of “I don’t like being told what to do unless it’s in bed” but even so, she felt a wild disobedience inside her. He was the Alpha, totally in control and he’d made her submit almost without a word but there was some small part of her still defiant.
    She pressed back and wriggled her hips.
    Rey gave a low growl that froze her in place. It wasn’t the cheeky banter of the bedroom where someone is going to get a smacked bottom if they weren’t careful. It felt like a threat and it stilled her.
    “Good,” Rey said, seeing her obey him and then thrust himself into her.
    Cass let out a cry of pleasure mixed with pain. She’d seen how large the Alpha was but thought foolishly no matter how big, their bits were designed to fit together. Even though she was wetter than she’d ever