The Alpha's Pulse (Paranormal Shifter Werewolf Romance) by Joanna Wilson
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“Oh Vance.” She gasped as that sweet mouth tugged and pulled at her core, drawing from her the slightest sighs and ripples of pleasure that burst and spread with every second.
His other hand slipped between her legs and inched upward until it touched her in that place so private that she’d almost forgotten he’d visited once before. A flash of embarrassment came, but only a flash. Her legs loosened almost as quickly as she tried—futilely—to close them.
He whispered hushed words in her ears as his touch urged her up, still up.
More! She cried silently and as if he could read her mind— could he? She wondered—he dipped down to nibble at her neck, his lips leaving hot wet prints on her supple tingling skin.
All the while, the fingers between her legs continued moving up. When they brushed the edge of her sex—wet and trembling—Elissa gasped and shuddered. Her body begged Vance to continue, begged him to ease the sweet torture.
Her hand reached forward until it touched the outline of his manhood straining against his tight pants.
Mine . She thought as Vance’s lips and tongue descended lower, between the furrow of her breasts and lower still over her stomach. Mine, mine, mine.
She could resist no more, could hesitate no more. Yet Vance moved away, taking with it his swelling member that she wanted so much. Her eyes closed and she could see his sex outlined in the dark, throbbing with desire for her.
“Please, Vance… Please…” She would have said but a sudden warmth touched between her legs at the nub of pleasure that bottled all words in her throat. Mate , the thought ran through her head. Was this what it meant? Mate? She didn’t mind it.
“Patience, Elissa.” Vance’s voice rumbled between her legs and sent fresh tingles through her body. His tongue traced lines and drew shapes unknown between her legs. Each stroke bringing with it another drop of nectar, another line of her own desires. Her eyes rolled back as she seized tufts of his hair, pulling him closer to her, urging him to explore the deepest secrets her body has to offer.
When her eyes opened, she found him—kneeling between her legs like an adoring supplicant before his goddess—staring at her with those smoldering eyes and her heart melted. With her heart came her body and she would’ve collapsed were it not for his strong arms holding her up.
He drew himself up, retracing the path he had already made until the tips of their noses brushed against each other in the dark.
“I want you, Vance. Take me. Love me. Promise me.” Was all she could muster as their lips locked again and she tasted herself—sweet and musky—on his breath.
Silence descended and for a moment Elissa forgot that the world existed. There was only Vance. Vance, his touch, and his kiss.
He cradled her in his hands as he guided her towards him. Still locked in their kiss until he sank onto the feather soft bed. Only then did he break from the kiss and look Elissa with all the intensity in the world.
“Oh, but I already do.”
***
Elissa’s scent—rich and womanly—filled Vance’s nose as he dove between her thighs once again. Her scent, her warmth, everything about this woman drove Vance nuts. He grew bolder with every touch and in his boldness he felt his wolf rising to the surface, demanding fulfillment. For moments he feared that he might lose control but the sighs and moans from his beloved’s throat kept him in check.
He’d always taken what he wanted yet this want was something he never felt before: a primal want that had one satisfaction and one demand, to have the squirming woman beneath him, utterly and totally.
He pushed her legs apart and burrowed deeper. His cock ached as it strained against its confines, screaming for release.
God he loved her. The way her hair—tangled and messy—hid enticing secrets that waited for his hands to unravel, the
“Oh Vance.” She gasped as that sweet mouth tugged and pulled at her core, drawing from her the slightest sighs and ripples of pleasure that burst and spread with every second.
His other hand slipped between her legs and inched upward until it touched her in that place so private that she’d almost forgotten he’d visited once before. A flash of embarrassment came, but only a flash. Her legs loosened almost as quickly as she tried—futilely—to close them.
He whispered hushed words in her ears as his touch urged her up, still up.
More! She cried silently and as if he could read her mind— could he? She wondered—he dipped down to nibble at her neck, his lips leaving hot wet prints on her supple tingling skin.
All the while, the fingers between her legs continued moving up. When they brushed the edge of her sex—wet and trembling—Elissa gasped and shuddered. Her body begged Vance to continue, begged him to ease the sweet torture.
Her hand reached forward until it touched the outline of his manhood straining against his tight pants.
Mine . She thought as Vance’s lips and tongue descended lower, between the furrow of her breasts and lower still over her stomach. Mine, mine, mine.
She could resist no more, could hesitate no more. Yet Vance moved away, taking with it his swelling member that she wanted so much. Her eyes closed and she could see his sex outlined in the dark, throbbing with desire for her.
“Please, Vance… Please…” She would have said but a sudden warmth touched between her legs at the nub of pleasure that bottled all words in her throat. Mate , the thought ran through her head. Was this what it meant? Mate? She didn’t mind it.
“Patience, Elissa.” Vance’s voice rumbled between her legs and sent fresh tingles through her body. His tongue traced lines and drew shapes unknown between her legs. Each stroke bringing with it another drop of nectar, another line of her own desires. Her eyes rolled back as she seized tufts of his hair, pulling him closer to her, urging him to explore the deepest secrets her body has to offer.
When her eyes opened, she found him—kneeling between her legs like an adoring supplicant before his goddess—staring at her with those smoldering eyes and her heart melted. With her heart came her body and she would’ve collapsed were it not for his strong arms holding her up.
He drew himself up, retracing the path he had already made until the tips of their noses brushed against each other in the dark.
“I want you, Vance. Take me. Love me. Promise me.” Was all she could muster as their lips locked again and she tasted herself—sweet and musky—on his breath.
Silence descended and for a moment Elissa forgot that the world existed. There was only Vance. Vance, his touch, and his kiss.
He cradled her in his hands as he guided her towards him. Still locked in their kiss until he sank onto the feather soft bed. Only then did he break from the kiss and look Elissa with all the intensity in the world.
“Oh, but I already do.”
***
Elissa’s scent—rich and womanly—filled Vance’s nose as he dove between her thighs once again. Her scent, her warmth, everything about this woman drove Vance nuts. He grew bolder with every touch and in his boldness he felt his wolf rising to the surface, demanding fulfillment. For moments he feared that he might lose control but the sighs and moans from his beloved’s throat kept him in check.
He’d always taken what he wanted yet this want was something he never felt before: a primal want that had one satisfaction and one demand, to have the squirming woman beneath him, utterly and totally.
He pushed her legs apart and burrowed deeper. His cock ached as it strained against its confines, screaming for release.
God he loved her. The way her hair—tangled and messy—hid enticing secrets that waited for his hands to unravel, the
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