The Alpha's Rejection

Extra spicy scene

MILLIE

The days keep coming and going. The weather gets more uncertain and the men more anxious as they travel further away from their territories.

Leander’s resolve is the one element that remains constant. He’s calm regardless of what obstacles come our way. He’s a great leader, and a better lover.

My face flushes as I remember the things he has been doing to me. The world is our bedroom. He fucks me in the nearby woods, in our vehicle. We’re getting riskier. It’s only a matter of time before someone walks in on us.

But until then, we keep marking the map with the scent of raunchy, filthy sex.

I’ve been trying to keep feelings out of the equation and just enjoy the sex, but Leander makes this hard. He strokes my skin like it’s a treasure. He writes poetry on me with his lips and fingertips.

And that cock…Sweet Luna, that cock. It fills me up so tightly that there’s not much space left in me to feel many emotions other than desire. I forget about my worries as I’m perched atop it, using the Alpha like a throne where I’m a prosperous queen.

“Luna, are you listening to a word I’m saying?” Asks an exasperated Peter.

He has been trying to convince me to report the men’s inappropriate behavior to Leander. But the instances have greatly decreased over the past weeks. I’ve been handling things just fine on my own.

Plus, the men never do anything physical. They just stare and whisper inappropriately amongst themselves.

Getting Leander involved is unnecessary and possibly nuclear. I’m convinced I’m doing the right thing by handling it on my own.

If only Peter would stop worrying about this.

“I’ve got this, friend. There’s no need to get upset. No one has crossed a line just yet.”

He sighs, lowering his shoulders in defeat. “Yes, Luna.”

“Thank you for looking out for me. I’ll see you later.”

I walk off, my eyes scanning the camp for Leander. It’s morning and the men are preparing to hit the road again. They’re packing up materials and finishing breakfast.

I usually leave Leander to his own devices and hang out with him at night, but my wolf is restless and I’m not sure why.

I find him beside a vehicle, examining a flat tire with the mechanic. They exchange a few words before Leander rises and turns to face me, nostrils flaring as he inhales my scent.

“Good morning, Alpha Leander.” I tip my head playfully.

“Mornin’,” he replies flatly, tossing his small flashlight on the grass beside the tire.

He’s tense. Clearly not in the mood to joke around.

“Are you okay?”

He growls, dragging a hand through his hair. “My wolf doesn’t like how friendly you are with Peter.”

So this is what this is about. He’s jealous.

“Goddess. There’s absolutely nothing between Peter and I.”

“He quite enjoys pulling you to the side and whispering in your ear.”

I chuckle. He’s just about twitching with jealousy, wondering what Peter has been whispering in my ear.

I step closer to him. No matter how many times I get this close, I’m still awed by his size. He towers over me, casting feelings of safety and raw, unhinged lust. I want to climb him like a fucking tree, knock him over, and grind on him.

I take his hand.

“What?” He says, glancing at our hands curiously.

“I’m going to pull you to the side and whisper a few things in your ear so that you can forget your ridiculous jealousy.”

He grits his jaw and squeezes my hand, widening his stance to accommodate his cock which enlarges behind his shorts.

His eyes scan the camp that needs his guidance to return to the road as soon as possible. He debates whether he can afford a distraction before throwing an arm around me and rushing toward the woods.

I laugh at his eagerness. Just last night I dug two holes in the dirt with my knees as he pounded into me from behind. We fucked mere hours ago, but our bodies are already yearning for more.

Leander’s desire always roars louder than mine. It’s that Alpha blood in him. It demands that he conquers territory, werewolves, and his Luna. His hunger for me is dangerous. I don’t know how we resisted each other for so long, but now that we’re entangled with each other, I fear what will happen if we’re ever separated. I would tear apart the Earth for him, but Leander is so powerful he’s capable of knocking down the moon, too.

We run into the woods, and he’s already tearing at my clothes before we find appropriate cover.

“Leander,” I hiss. It’s not the first time I’ve left scraps of clothes scattered around. The Alpha is too impatient and uncivilized to let me undress.

He rips my top off and instantly fills his mouth with a breast. He groans into his mouthful, as if he’s tasting me for the first time. The hickeys that cover my breasts, inner thighs and butt are testament that he has taken me many times before. Marks so deep, painted dark purple with his passion, that my body can’t heal them in time before the next hickey appears. I don’t mind. I fucking love being a canvas for him to paint on.

I reach for his pants, my wet sex aching for a repeat of last night. I can finally accomodate all of his inches inside me. It took lots of practice, but every inch was worth it.

Leander kicks his shorts off, his mouth still latched around a nipple. He drops to his knees before me to rub his face in my sex, smearing my slick all over, before returning to my breasts.

He’s insatiable. Hands kneading my ass, pushing and pulling my cheeks apart. He squeezes my thighs and hips, too. He loves the contrast of our bodies. How he’s so muscular and angular while my body is supple.

I moan, his tongue unraveling my sanity. He sucks on my beasts impatiently, like he’s searching for something. Like he’s expecting them to provide something.

I toss my head back and offer my chest to him, running my hands through this hair and licking my lips as my wetness trails down my inner thigh.

Leander moves so quickly that by the time I realize my nipples are cold and missing his mouth, he’s kneeling behind me and licking my inner thigh. Slurping and smacking his lips like I’m his breakfast.

I fist my hands. A familiar tension builds in my belly, but I have yet to get used to it. The twilight of my orgasm makes my sex clench and breath hitch. I’m completely taken by the man kneeling behind me. Captured by his mouth against my sex. His tongue is like a binding chain as it wraps around my lips and swirls into my entrance. I lower my hips slightly, compelled to give him everything.

And as always, Leander takes it all. He can be unpredictable about many things, but his hunger for my pussy is always consistent.

He flattens his tongue and drags it across my folds in a firm pattern. It’s heavy and viciously fast, striking my sex like a match and starting a fire. I dig my nails into my thighs, remaining slightly bent as my knees begin to tremble and my lips dry as I rasp.

Leander is kneeling. I can see his cock twitching between his legs in search of my pussy. So long that it covers his belly button. So thick that my walls have not yet adjusted back to their normal tightness from last night’s thrashing. And yet I can’t wait for him to fill me again and fuck me into the soil. Fuck me until my hands and knees are dirty and my nails broken. Until my cheeks are rosy and my lips drooling. Until my pussy is leaking and his cum drips down the back of my thigh. Until my canvas is painted by the artist’ giant, veiny, quenchless cock.

“Fuck,” I cry out, my blood pumping through my veins. Pleasure soaring through my nerves and sparking in my core. I can sense my orgasm coming. It gets pulled closer with every drag of the tongue stamped against my throbbing pussy.

I combust, the pleasure so blinding that I lose control of my body, squirting on the Alpha’s face below me before I can tighten my muscles.

Horrified, I cry out. This has never happened before. I’ve never lost control like this.

Leander’s hands grip my hips and keep me where he wants me. He’s not done drinking from me.

He wants to mop me clean.

I practically vibrate with thrill, unable to hold back my moans as Leander makes me sing. His giant hands are wrapped around me, trapping me in warmth and a pleasure so intense I want to run away from it. Run until he catches me and punishes my disobedience.

His greedy fingers hook into my skin, kneading me. Shaping whatever he wants with me as if I’m dough. He’s softening me to become more plyable for him. Making me wetter, weaker, hotter, for his cock.

His tongue laps at the mess between my thighs as I pant. Embarrassment and shock make my fingers and toes curl, but I don’t squirm. I stay still and let Leander get his fill. After all, he worked so hard to lower my guard and open the floodgates.

My swollen lips ache with every drag of his tongue. I’m over-sensitized; aware of my nakedness and vulnerability. But Leander’s warm, large hands and eager lips make me feel so beautiful and desirable that I don’t care to hide.

He’s a magnificent lover.

Slowly, he rises. Leaving damp yet searing kisses across my back and wrapping his arms around me. I feel a menacing presence between my legs. Erect and swollen with hunger. A cock ready to ready to stuff my pussy full and part my lips with screams.

His hands find my breasts, squeezing and weighing them. He grunts his approval, skimming his teeth along my shoulder while his cock does the same with my entrance.

He shifts his hips, searching for the right angle. He doesn’t need to reach for his cock to direct it with his hand. It easily finds my entrance, stretching me with the first inch.

Every time he enters me feels like the first time. I’m always left shocked by his girth. And based on his groan that rakes across the woods, he feels the same way about my sex that snares around him. Refusing to release him until I drain him of his control.

He holds me tight as he slides into me. Every inch commands me to arch my back, to offer more. I bite my lip as my sex throbs, making me tighter; making it harder for Leander to fit. Even in the throes of pleasure, my body wants to challenge him.

Leander isn’t discouraged. He growls as he drives deeper inside, his growls echoing off his tip and vibrating inside me. I dig my nails into my thighs, throwing my ass backward wildly, demanding more of the Alpha.

His hands move to my hips and give me a single shake–a warning that he’s in control. The motion makes him thrust into me, sparking a pleasure that makes me addicted for more. I throw my hips back again, fighting the tight hold he has on my hips.

The thrasing causes a few erratic thrusts that quickly seduce Leander. He gives up trying to take the lead, grunting as he slams into me. Giving me what I want and fucking me with an increasingly agressive pace.

There’s a dull soreness as his cock stretches me to my limits, but it’s enwrapped by ecstasy. His cock is endless inches inside me, forcing my walls to expand with every knee-shaking thrust.

I look between my thighs, watching his balls swing and his enraged, dripping cock dissappear inside me. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. My inner thighs are still glistening from when he licked all over them and marked his territory. My lips are swollen and shift every time he bottoms out inside me. The sight is filthy, unimaginable. 

His naked, muscled thighs are sturdy behind my trembling ones. There’s so much bulk to him–so much weight, that I’m sure he’d be fucking me into the dirt if his hands weren’t holding my hips and keeping me in place.

He mutters my name and expletives, feverish as his cock gets strangled by my throbbing pussy.

The great Alpha becomes nothing when he’s buried inside me, but I can’t celebrate my power over him because I’m just as delirious. 

I’m overwhelmed by the sound of my ass clapping against his hips, the scent of our mixing pheromones, and the pleasure exploding in my core.

My teeth clatter from how hard he fucks me, my stance unstable. But the chaos is what makes it all the more delicious.

I feel him twitching deep inside me–a tell-tale sign that he’s going to cum. With my feet unstable beneath me, I clumsily pull myself free from him and fall to my knees, sucking his tip into my mouth. Hot cum instantly shoots out, splattering my mouth full.

I glance up, past his muscular abdomen and pecs. His head is thrown back as he growls, sending birds flying from trees. His cum fills my cheeks, the stream longer than ever before.

Then I swallow. I make a loud noise to ensure he knows his cum is dripping down my throat.

“Did you like my little trick?” I ask, smacking my wet lips.

He falls to his knees, eyes pitch black as if posessed. He pushes me so I lie on my back and slips his still-erect cock back inside me. With my knees kept spread by his hands, he fucks me all over again. Thrusting faster and harder, making his cum loudly slush in my guts with every plunge.

The Alpha fucks me until I orgasm on his cock.

Then he collapses next to me and collects me in his arms, kissing my forehead and the crown of my head. Caressing my ass and lower back.

“Yes,” he says, his voice guttural. “I loved that little trick.”

I chuckle. “There’s more where that came from.”

We lay on the moist grass that’s freshly disturbed by our fucking. Forgetting about all our enemies and our dangerous mission. For now, at least, we’re just two mates enjoying eachother after years of hurt and pain.

For just a few minutes, I am the happiest I’ve been in a long time.