**63 #Alpha

Teddi surrendered to the mouth pressing against hers, parting her lips to admit the domineering tongue that demanded attention.  It swept inside with entitlement, and her flavor was lost to the wine-drenched taste buds that could make her drunk. 

 

She moaned with abandon, eager to get drunk, not on his wine but him.  The lust burning in his eyes was the most potent drug she’d ever known. 

 

It almost made her forget they were midway between the first and second floor, going at it like two randy teenagers on the stairway.  They’d barely stepped inside her front door before he was wrapped around her like an octopus, leaving her pool bag lying in the foyer as a casualty.

 

“Fuck, you taste good.”  Jon’s groan was almost unintelligible. 

 

Sloppy, wet kisses colored outside the lines of propriety.  They were filled with a color that wasn’t beige.  They painted with a brush so wickedly vibrant that she could feel the stroke between her legs.  Wantonness was a woman, and she was that woman in his arms.

 

Teddi pushed at his t-shirt as impatiently as he pulled at her skirt. But they couldn’t stop tasting each other long enough to dispose of them.  They just pawed in search of skin, greedy to be closer.  To meld their bodies with passion and sweat, until they were a different, unified creation.  One that fit together as tightly as the Yin-Yang, but with the added intimacy of Kama Sutra.

 

“You need to be naked.”  The growl preceded a ripping of fabric as her skirt zipper fell victim to circumstance.  A wave of hormones rolled painfully into her core, where they rioted in favor of the savagery.  They wanted to be naked, and so did Teddi, but not on the stairs.

 

“Boudoir.” 

 

It was meant as an order but sounded more like a plea, and he didn’t bother answering.   With beige fabric now cascaded on the steps, he was free to cup her mound and mold sodden panties to it. 

 

Those revolutionary hormones leapt into his palm when she rocked against the touch.  They were eager to be molested, but the dominating voice inside her head disagreed. 

 

His mouth tasted of sin and they committed it right out here in the open, where anyone could see.  Forget that they were the only ones in the house.  Teddi felt exposed, and it diluted her enjoyment.

 

Not here.  This wasn’t appropriate. 

 

The fingers ravaging his nape curled into the hair and tugged sharply.  The suddenness separated their slurping mouths, and he grunted with an unhappy glare.  “What the fuck?”

 

“Boudoir,” she repeated, this time with authority. 

 

“Jesus.”  There was annoyance, to be sure, but he stepped away.  “I’m too horny to fight about it.”

 

“I’ll make it worth your while.” 

 

A slap on the backside said that she’d better, and he was hot on her heels when the blessed door swung inward.  He’d barely entered her den of inequity when Teddi stripped, leaving her naked before the door closed.   

 

“And I thought I was in a hurry.”  He laughed, pulling free of his t-shirt. 

 

There.  The chest that had been bare all afternoon and evening as they sipped cocktails in and by the pool.  It was now fair game.  She didn’t have to restrain herself for the sake of others.  David and Lexi weren’t here to pass judgment as she roamed fervent hands over the fur that smelled of chlorine, sweat, and sun. 

 

Her nose pressed into it, she breathed deeply and knew summer would never be the same without his scent.

 

“I would’ve fucked you in the pool today if you weren’t so prim and proper.”  He pulled at one of her nipples with a wicked gleam.  “But you’re not really, are you my free-spirited Gypsy?”

 

“No.” 

 

Prim was a foreign word in this room, or even when she was alone with this man.  His very essence wafted into the cracks of her façade and swelled to shatter it, leaving her exposed for who she was.  He decimated the prim exterior and embraced the unrefined Gypsy soul behind it.  The one who knew no shame as she plunged a hand down his shorts.

 

“You could take the world by the balls that way.” He growled when she squeezed too hard.  “And they’d like it as much as I do.”

 

It was the first he’d mentioned of the afternoon’s intervention since that moment outside the bathroom.  As promised, no one else mentioned it either, but the memory swam in the undercurrent.  Teddi sensed its presence. 

 

“Don’t.”  She squeezed again in warning.  “Don’t you dare taint my boudoir with that shit.”

 

The hands perching on her shoulders skated the column of her neck and into still-twisted hair.  Merciless fingers shoved at the pins, but his lust for her dulled Teddi’s pain as they ripped free.  “That’s my girl.  Show me who you really are.  Get honest-to-God naked, down to your soul.  It turns me the fuck on.”

 

“You like that?” 

 

“Enough to jizz my shorts.”

 

She wasn’t the only one comfortable in this room, and he bucked a sheath of steel into her hand.  Drunk Jon was worth the discomfort of the paid driver who got them home from David’s.  The Jersey boy had no filter tonight.

 

She gripped him with authority.  “Maybe I should bring out those handcuffs, then.  Show you what it’s like to be at my mercy.”

 

“No.  Fucking.  Handcuffs.”  The refusal came between wet kisses that steamed against the curve of her neck.  “But I’ll call you Mistress, if you want.”

 

“You’re missing the point.  A submissive doesn’t interest me.  I want a captive alpha male.”

 

Tired of the restricted access, she pulled the fastenings of his shorts until they fell.  When his erection bobbed heavy and free, she clutched it and used the hold to lead him toward the bed.

 

That is until he dug in his heels clamped a hand around her wrist.  Steely blue eyes met hers. “Alpha males don’t get led by the dick, sweetheart.”

 

A wave of hormones trickled down Teddi’s thigh.  Yes.  This. 

 

“Oh?” She played nonchalant, when inside she was panting with excitement.  “What do they do, then?”

 

He swung her captive wrist up and bit the inside.  “Any fucking thing they want.”

 

Oh, yes.  That’s exactly what they did, but she didn’t want to play submissive any more than she wanted him to.   She craved a mating of two equals.  Two alphas who would drive one another to fierce and unprecedented heights.

 

“Only if I allow it.”

 

“Oh, you’ll allow it.”  He advanced, and she had no choice but to step back until she bumped the mattress edge.  “Because you want the same.”

 

A hairy thigh pushed between hers, and the texture of rough against smooth had raw desire pulsing in her womb.  But she didn’t back down.  “Which is…?”

 

His physical presence was powerful.  He was bigger than her and used that size to dominate, crowding close until she had to look up to meet his bold claim.  “Complete inhibition.  The freedom to fuck like an animal just because it feels good.  Without judgment.”

 

Her heart staggered with an exhilarated beat. 

 

Truman had been an adequate lover, if very vanilla.  Pierce exceeded adequate, but though they’d gone  beyond vanilla, she’d never experienced the kind of freedom Jon spoke of.  Non-disclosure agreements could only buy so much trust.  

 

Her skin tingled at the thought of acting without consequence.  Of permitting him the same liberty.  Of no shame in the aftermath.

 

Talk about a fantasy.

 

“Am I right, Gypsy girl?”

 

“Yes.”  She brazenly grabbed his package and yanked.  “Without judgment.”

 

His grimace was light and underscored by humor.  “Christ, you’re sexy, but I guess I should’ve asked if you’re into pain.  Personally, I’m not.”

 

“Not pain, entitlement.”

 

“You’re entitled to it all.”  He buried both hands in her hair and fisted, taking a step back before pushing Teddi to her knees.  “And so am I.  Suck.”

 

In no particular hurry to obey, she rubbed her chin up one side of his straining hard-on and down the other.  “If you come in thirty seconds, I’m going to be furious.”

 

Intensifying the hold on her hair, he laughed darkly and shoved her face to his crotch.  “Wine improves my stamina by hours.”

 

The scent of him clung to her cheeks, chin, and lips as Teddi fondled his dangling ornaments, nuzzling the niche between them and his dick.  It would be a tragedy to end this too soon.  “Maybe I should put a cock ring on you just to be safe.”

 

“I’m not wearin’ another man’s cock ring.  Now suck, goddammit.”

 

Satisfied that she was thoroughly bathed in testosterone, she clamped hard fingers around his base.  A tight squeeze created a human cock ring as she took him deep.  This was no gradual possession, but a greedy gulp that had her eyes watering as she choked him down. 

 

“Fuck, yeah.”  The hiss came as fingers flexed against a now-tender scalp.  “You know what I like.”

 

The secret was that she liked it, too.  Teddi plunged again, this time keeping nostrils buried in his short curls until her lungs burned from lack of oxygen.  When she couldn’t bear it any longer, she withdrew with a sputtering cough and gasped for breath while rubbing saliva along his length.  Watery eyes lifted to find stark approval staring back at her. 

 

Despite her alpha desires, that approval hit a deeply satisfying spot.  It felt good to please him, and she wanted to try something else.

 

“Let me up.”  Surprisingly enough, he didn’t protest.  He simply released her hair, and Teddi rose to circle behind him, where she hooked a forearm around his midriff.  Her right hand pursued the hot poker between his legs, and her chin settled on a sturdy shoulder, just below his ear.  “Take my hand.  Guide me.”

 

There was a quiet hum before his wide hand curled over hers.  The grip was harder than she expected and made it impossible to slide over dried skin.  After two unsatisfying strokes, he peeled away their fingers and lifted Teddi’s hand – to spit in the palm.

 

It was both vile and dirty hot, especially when he clamped it back over his erection with a satisfied grunt.  She had no control yet full control as he pounded away on the swollen flesh.  She flattened the other palm against his belly and glided over the furred torso, pausing to rub a nipple with the same steady rhythm.

 

“Don’t finish,” she warned softly.  “I want that sticky mess inside me.”

 

“You’ll get it.”  He seemed equally confident and determined to fist his way to the finish line.

 

Jon spoke from unfounded arrogance.  It would be easy to blow a load this way.  With titties pillowed against his back and delicate fingers diddling a nipple while his cock got spanked… Sensory overload was a real thing, and it felt fucking sensational. 

 

It was a good thing he’d had enough wine to dull his reaction time.  He’d prefer his physical satisfaction to coincide with his mental one, and that wouldn’t happen until Teddi cried uncle.  Until they’d exchanged enough bodily fluid to confuse their DNA about who was who.

 

Abandoning the five-knuckle shuffle, he peeled their hands from his dick to turn in a tight circle.  Jon cradled her flushed face with a gentleness that was at complete odds with the ferocity of the kiss that followed.  This wasn’t a tender, sweet moment.  He mouth-fucked her with passion and privilege.  When she matched every stroke, it only made him burn hotter.  This woman was a force to be reckoned with, and he took great pleasure in pushing her until she pushed back.

 

Bold hands clutched his ass, the fingers leaving deep indentations before moving to glide in the crease that underscored them.  A muffled noise of determination rattled his lips as her possessive touch drifted upward, claiming spine, ribs and shoulder blades as her personal property. 

 

Normally, he didn’t like the thought of being owned, but that’s what they were doing here.  That was the whole point.  He could allow anything in this inebriated state.  Hell, he even allowed himself to believe she shared his alcohol impairment when it had been hours since she touched a drop.  The fingers burrowing into his armpits and petting the hair were driven by nature, not booze. 

 

Just as the sensation bordered on ticklish, she pushed at his inner bicep until he lifted the arm.  Their kiss was broken with a feline growl that turned to a purr when she bent to sniff the exposed area, licking at the very edge. 

 

“You smell so good.”

 

The tongue that slithered out for a taste had him flinching.  “Tickles.”

 

“Deal with it.”  Wicked eyes gleamed, uncaring as she traced the bridge of skin that connected chest to arm, but Jon cared.  Those tastebuds were hundreds of devilish fingers attacking the sensitive skin all at once.

 

“Nuh-uh.”  The arm dropped, closing off her playground, and he crouched just far enough to get a shoulder into her stomach before lifting.  One sharp heave had her hitting the bed with a gasp, and he followed, crawling top her to loom large.  “I don’t like being tickled.  Find another fetish.”

 

“You’re my fetish.”

 

The simple honesty landed in Jon’s solar plexus with a pleasant punch, and he rewarded it with his own truth.  “I want to be more.  Let me be more.”

 

On a dime, everything turned. 

 

Ferocity melted away under the heat of a gentler flame as her fingertips traced his cheekbones with reverence.  “There is no ‘more’.  You’re everything.”

 

The moment lingered as inky pupils dilated to expose the shades of her soul.  The swirl of untethered color was one of nature’s miracles, and he wished she could see it.  The woman lying under him, who deigned to accept whatever he offered either physically or otherwise, was a hothouse flower that just needed the right care to bloom. 

 

He provided that care, and his reward for doing so was… Teddi.  Overwhelmed by conflicting emotions that defied description, he kneed his way between her legs.  Fucking was something he understood. Physical pleasure didn’t require description, only sweat and hard work.  Those were his trademarks.

 

Jon dove inside her with a grunt of determination, keenly satisfied when she cried out.  He took her too hard.  He knew that, but Teddi did nothing to dissuade it.  She encouraged it, dropping thighs wide to invite more while simultaneously arching to bite at his neck.  The graze of sharp teeth suited the theme.  They were, as he’d said, fucking like animals. 

 

Still, he was hesitant to unleash himself fully.  The slap of flesh and her repeated whimpers already sounded like a brutal punishment.  If he truly let himself go, he would hurt her. 

 

No.  Despite that whole alpha male conversation, he would be content with the repetitious banging that coated his dick with the perfect sheen.  The one that fed his libido, because it proved how wet she was.  Wet enough to drown him – if he dove deep enough.

 

“Stop holding back.”  The panted demand sizzled against Jon’s throat while heels bounced off his ass.  “Break me.”

 

He didn’t jump to obey.  It took a cruel scrape of nails on his back and the bite of a ravenous vampire to remove his leash.  The world around him blurred into oblivion as baser instinct took over.  There was nothing but the satisfying smack of colliding bodies, peppered with the pain of her bites, hair pulling and clawing.  He could no longer distinguish whether the cries were of agony or ecstasy, but as long as she bucked under him, Jon rode.

 

Seconds become minutes became hours.  They tried countless positions while the wild Gypsy swore at him, and he swore back.  Jon lost track of how many times she seized with orgasm.  One no more ended before he demanded another.  Before she demanded another.  Every crack and crevice was sticky with it, and they stank of sex and sweat. 

 

“Again?” he goaded with testicles swollen to the size of bowling balls.  He needed release and wouldn’t be able to stave it off much longer.

 

“No!”  Her surrender was piteous, but she still rode atop him in their most recent position.  “I can’t anymore.  Please.  Finish so I can die in peace.”

 

His laughter was weak, but Jon reached to fold Teddi against his chest as hips lurched up.  He ricocheted in and out of her pussy like a rabbit, which was the only animal he hadn’t channeled yet.  “Hold on, baby.”

 

Teddi barely moved, wrung out from exhaustion, but he didn’t need it.  She’d cried uncle, and that would be enough.

 

Or so he thought – until she gave him more. 

 

“Come for me, sweet man.”  Soft lips nuzzled his jaw.  “Fill me up.  Make me whole.  You’re the only one who can.”

 

They’re just words.  She’s just talking.  “Complete inhibition” to get you off.

 

Somebody should tell that to the unguarded spot behind his heart, because that sucker took it seriously.  Jon clung to her with a shuddering roar as he cannon-balled off the end of a long pier, into a warm and beautiful ocean. 

 

She whimpered with him as he rubbed a cheek against her hair and petted the curve of her back.  Her spent form was heavy on top of him, but he didn’t want to let go.  Tomorrow morning, she’d step outside this room as the beige and proper woman the rest of the world knew, and he’d find a way to be okay with it. 

 

Tonight, though… Tonight, he hugged a rainbow and reveled in the color.