“No,” I answer on reflex.
Her chuckle curls wicked around my neck. “Are you sure about that?”
Heavy breaths saw from my lungs. “No…”
“Say it.”
The alpha command in those words winds around my throat, loosening my clenched muscles, letting free a shameless whine.
Her tongue slides up my neck and across my jaw, as if tasting the effect she has on me.
“Please, alpha, I need it…”
“What do you need, sweet omega?”
I should hate it, how she calls me ‘omega.’ But it sends this soft, warm haze through my mind, this sense that all is good and right.
And then everything clicks into place.
“Please, I needyou. Tee, Ineedyou…”
A wicked purr rumbles deep in her chest and her claws curl into my skin, dragging bright red marks over my ass and spine as her hot, eager breath falls against my neck.
“And what do you need from me?”
Overwhelm and desperation flutter in my throat. “Everything.I needeverything.”
The words snap the tether restraining Christine, and she grabs the back of my head, pulling me into another fierce kiss. Her other arm loops around my hips, holding me to herself as she stands, stumbles forward, and lowers to a patch of turf in front of the swing.
As my weight settles on my back, hungry teeth and claws rove their way down my body, biting at my nipples, dragging over shivering gooseflesh. She yanks my jeans and boxers over my hips and tugs them off my feet, not caring or noticing that my shoes go with them.
Some lingering thread of awareness in my mind thinks to protest, something about being outside, but it turns to vapor when her mouth slides around my length.
Her throat is hot and wet and tight, and I needmore. The sounds flowing from my chest must make that clear, because her tongue slides over my balls and plunges into my ass with little warning.
There’s that momentary relief again, a chance for my muscles to relax and my moans to deepen. I pour down her throat, but it might as well be pre-cum for all it releases the building pressure.
Her hands slide under my lower back, lifting me so her tongue can slide deeper, the thicker base stretching me more.
I’m vaguely aware of one of her hands leaving me, sliding off her board shorts and tossing them aside, but it’s all I can do to breathe through the waves of pleasure and intensity as my back arches and my head falls against the dirt.
Her tongue curls inside of me, finding my prostate and teaching me all at once why people make so much ado about that bundle of nerves.
A desperate moan tightens in my chest, and heat blossoms from her tongue. The throbs of pleasure are almost painful, but it’s a moment of relief from the relentlessneed, and I can tolerate her withdrawing for the moment.
Christine rises over me, wiping the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, silhouetted against the full moon.
"Oh, Mylo, look what you've done to me." She straightens to her full height.
My eyes drag up her length, finding her heels lifted to shift her weight onto her toes, her limbs even longer than usual, her nails curved to gleaming claws. Her pointed ears have lengthened and they twist toward chirping crickets in time with the twitch of her now-triangular nose and short feline muzzle, giving the impression of a hairless cat.
Her slitted azure eyes glow like phosphorescent plankton, framed by that gleaming silver hair which seems woven with moonlight.
She ismagnificent.
She ismy alpha.
And between her legs, trimmed with soft blue fur, a pink length slowly throbs and emerges.
