Betrayed By His Mate; Reborn as the Alpha

A Night to Remember

Blaire white

I pressed my back harder on the bed as London squeezed my ass; his stormy eyes looked like he wanted to eat me.

"You like having my mouth lapping on

your juices?"

"Yes!"

"You want me sucking you dry?

Bringing you ecstasy?"

"Yes! Yes!"

I'm pretty sure you want to c*m badly". He rumbled.

"Yes, oh yes, please!" I keened.

"Then I might let you". I automatically nod my head in gratitude for not being able to withstand the pressure. I no longer cared. I just wanted him badly.

"Oh god, yes, please, London," I cried, screaming.

"That's right, keep on begging with that sweet mouth of yours". He snarled, looking up at me. His eyes flashed a burning green before he rasped.

"I'm going to f*****g devour you." Then his mouth was on me. His tongue slipped inside my tight sheath, still twitching in fervent need of a climax, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head as I thought I had died.

London clamped his mouth hard over my clit, sucking, licking, and pulling it with his lips. His teeth lightly bit on my throbbing nub, drawing it out before flicking on it, making me go nuts. I screamed. It only made him suck harder.

He reached back up to me, his arm wrapped around my waist, and hauled me close against him. His fingers slammed inside me, spearing in and out of my nether lips, pressing upward to where my g-spot was, rubbing the nub he found inside, and he cursed.

"You're so f*****g responsive, Blaire. So f*****g tight, it's driving me nuts." He said my name for the first time tonight as he pushed in deeper, stretching me out more.

His words were doing things to me. I nodded my head against his hair, panting. I felt like dying.

"Oh god..". I moaned, and my hips erotically moved with his pace, but it still wasn't enough.

"Please"

"You want more?" He rasped.

"YES!" And he doubled his effort.

London licked my clit at a high rate, his

finger pressing hard on my g-spot.

"Lon-oh ooohhh." I squirmed and started to thrash. He held my hip down, but the sensations nearly made me jump off his head.

"L-London," I mewled, my voice hoarse with pleasure.

"You have no idea how much I love the sound of my name falling from your sweet lips," he growled, pulling back so that I could see his face.

His lips were shiny and glistened with my juices; his hair stood in all directions; and his eyes were hungry and wild for me. Me! London pulled his finger away from me, pressing it into my mouth.

"Suck!" He commanded, and I was shamelessly quick to obey, tasting myself.

"So f*****g responsive."

And he went down on me. He pulled his fingers away from my mouth and slipped them inside my tight hole, pumping voraciously. I choked on my breath.

"LONDON!!!" I screamed, clenching my jaw tightly at his head as he pumped his fingers into me at a ferocious speed while his mouth worked its magic on my gushing s*x.

My tummy tightened as the sensations that had been building inside of me erupted so hard that I toppled over the edge. Fireworks exploded over my eyes. My legs shook uncontrollably and continued shaking as he made my orgasm last even longer.

"LONDONNNN!!" I bellowed with tears streaming down my cheeks, my head falling back as my body exploded with pleasure.

It went on and on, clenching hard around his fingers. I clutched at him desperately, riding out the pleasure as his tongue greedily lapped on my juices, which kept escaping my spasming s*x. I saw white, and my heart was ready to burst.

I think I died and went to heaven because London held me tighter as I wobbled and almost fell out of the bed if not for his strong arms supporting me.

I stood breathing heavily, my face beaded with sweat, my head resting on his chest, my chest heaving from the heart-stopping experience. Overcome with dizziness, I closed my eyes, welcoming the darkness, but it seems like he had other plans because his hand crept down my ass, giving it a hard squeeze before he smacked down on it hard, jolting me awake.

"We're far from done, Blaire. We're just getting started". That said, my eyes got closed momentarily when I felt his hard gaze burning my face.

"Ah, f**k!" My eyes shot open when I heard him cursing and found him staring down on me.

"You look like someone begging to be fucked." He said more, like growling, while sitting me up in a sitting position.

"But first. I need your help to get rid of my blue balls, or else I'm going to f*****g maul you." Instantly, my eyes locked with his, my breath hitched, and my stomach tightened in anticipation.

He looked at me with eyes that were emitting wild desire, lust, and heat, and I felt my lips start to clench and twist.

"I want you to take off my boxers". He ordered with eyes shooting desire as he watched me obey, him tugging his brief.

My hands trembled as I held his brief and watched with heavy lids as his enormous length sprung out when I took off his boxers next. I didn't know what I was doing; at this point, I was at a point of no return.

I gasped, gobsmacked. I was a little bit aware of how well he was endowed when I felt him press me earlier, but what was in front of me right now was a huge piece of flesh as thick and long as anything I'd ever seen before.

It looked like a third leg and hung like a beast. The knowledge of what damage that thing had caused to countless she-wolves out there and what he was about to do made me close my eyes tightly. I found myself getting up from the bed hurriedly.

I was supposed to give my body to my dead boyfriend, not him. Guilt and fear replaced my once-lust-hazed mind, or maybe I was scared because of how huge he was.

What was I thinking? I can't do this!

This wasn't the first time I had come close to a male organ, as I had seen Sinclair, but his was nothing compared to what was before me.

I was scared out of my wits.

I sucked in a deep breath and felt myself stiffen. That was meant to bring me pleasure. But how would it fit? I know for sure that he's going to tear me up.

"Get over here, Blaire." London calmly spoke, but I shook my head, refusing his request. I couldn't do it! That thing would cause unimaginable pain and damage, and I wasn't ready for that.

A gorgeous man was standing naked in front of me with an erect shaft. As enticing as it looks, it also looks lethal.

Gosh! Why can't I get the image out of my head.

I turn my back on him, firmly holding the bedsheets around me, covering my body from being bare-naked in front of him. London came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. He planted wet kisses on my back, up to my shoulders, and finally on my sensitive neck.

All the while grinding his long shaft against my ass. I shuddered at how erotic it felt. He rubbed against me back and forth as his mouth continued to suckle my soft spot, eliciting a needy moan from me.

I couldn't help myself. My body and mind danced along in tune with the song he played, so I just went with the flow. I mewled and whimpered. I wanted to resist, but I couldn't, as I seem to have no control over my own body. It sang out in pleasure as he continued to thrust his monstrous d**k in between the crack separating my butt cheeks.

His hand reached out and tugged on the bedsheet hanging loosely on me, immediately comes undone. His finger found my n*****s and began plucking on them. My body shook as he twisted and played with the sensitive bud.

He took his fine time pinching and rolling my n****e, massaging my mound, and playing with it in fascination.

"London! Ooh... London... I please.." I cried.

His one hand crawled down to my weeping cunt and cupped it, his palm spreading wide, his fingers warm and hard against my p***y as he inserted a finger in, and I became mindless. I clung to him as I cried out more, wanting to be pleasured like the little w***e I am.

"Oh, oohh, m-my!" I moaned as London suddenly took me back to the bed and laid me down.

"I can't f*****g wait. I need to be inside you right now." My breath caught.

"Im going to take you f*****g hard, Blaire. I will be so f*****g deep inside your body that you won't know where I stop and you begin. I will have you begging for more." He growled, and I could only nod.

My mind was too far from logic to even think; my pupils dilated. London growled and shot at me, clenching around my neck.

"London." I softly whispered with a flustered face, gazing at his built torso, so muscular and perfect; in fact, his whole body was a piece of art. I looked at his face to find unrestrained lust and hunger; my gut twisted in need.

My gaze traveled to his long d**k, watching his mushroomed head throb, the veiny thickness standing erect and ready, pulsing with a desire to burrow itself deep within my sweet walls. It oozed painfully, like it couldn't wait to be inside me.

"I want to make you feel good." He said that, and that's all I needed to hear right now to forget about my hurtful memories.

When I managed to tear away my gaze and lift my eyes to his face, I noted he looked impatient. Holding himself back for me, and I didn't want that. I wanted him just as much.

"London...." I whimpered, trying to say

the words.

I wanted to let him know that I had never done this before and that I was waiting until I met my mate, which was supposed to be my late boyfriend, but he bit back a groan like he was struggling with himself to contain his wolf, so that made me shut my mouth.