Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dawn gasped upon contact as addictive sparks danced everywhere they touched, and she loved it. Was it too soon to say that she loved him?
Dawn was lost in the emotions that overloaded her system, and she didn’t realize that he was pushing her to move backward until her back hit the door.
She felt the loss of him on her lips when he started trailing kisses along her jaw, and she gripped his back while his tongue created magic circles on her neck.
She bit her lips in anticipation. Will he mark her now?
But he didn’t.
His lips traced the edge of her bra, teasing her breasts and she couldn’t wait for them to move faster so she reached to the back to undo the buckles and remove that pesky fabric.
“Don’t…”, he said. “Not yet.”
Slightly disappointed, Dawn nodded obediently and waited to see what he will do next.
His hands moved on her sides, trailing the curve of her waist, and then he hooked his fingers at the edge of her panties and paused. He looked at Dawn, silently asking if this was OK, and her smile told him that he can continue.
Dawn had no idea why he asked for consent. She was sure that he can smell her arousal.
George was objectively handsome, and the mate bond charged with addictive sparks was only making this several folds better. Even if they were not mates, Dawn wouldn’t mind hooking up with George. After all, she was fangirling over Geroge from the moment she laid her eyes on him, and sex is not a big deal for werewolves, except when it came to mates, and this exquisite specimen IS her mate. Isn’t she a lucky girl?
Dawn moved her legs as the delicate fabric slid down to her ankles and George got on his knees with it.
He kept her panties on the side carefully, like he was afraid that he will damage them somehow.
She thought that he will come up, but he stayed down there, and her face flushed when she realized that he was staring at her crotch area. She hoped that he liked the view, because just a few days ago she did a Brazilian, leaving only one narrow strip right in the middle, that ended above the spot where her folds start.
George looked up at Dawn and gave her a wicked smile that made her heart skip a beat.
He approved.
Dawn stared at George as he inched closer to her and he took a deep breath, obviously taking in the scent of her arousal.
“Cinnamon…”, he murmured.
Cinnamon? Dawn thought how that was odd. Why would he talk about the cinnamon rolls she brought for him? They were still on the plate. She would be happy if he ate pastries she personally made, but what’s with this timing?
As if he could sense her confusion, George clarified, “You smell of cinnamon. The delicious kind.” He gave her another sniff. “There is some honeyed sweetness, like an apple pie with cinnamon.”
Dawn saw George lick his lips and she understood that he wanted to eat, and the food was her. In an instant, her arousal swelled through the roof, and she feared that her juices will drip down her legs. That would be embarrassing.
She inhaled a shaky breath. “Clover.”
“What?”
“Your scent is like a meadow full of flowers, but the sweet scent of clover stands out.”, she explained.
After a brief pause, George hummed in approval. “Did you know that every part of clover is edible?” He learned that as part of survival training.
Dawn didn’t know that, but she thought it made sense because George looked edible.
George’s attention was back to the strip of her pubic hair, and he traced it with his index finger, like a child who never saw such a thing. George saw them bushy, neatly trimmed, and completely waxed, but this was new. It was like a landing strip, directing him to the destination.
As a werewolf, Dawn was used to nudity. However, in front of George, she felt exposed, and she wanted to cover her crotch area because he was taking his sweet time inspecting her like he had never seen a woman. It made her jittery. But the last time Dawn took initiative, George thought she was pushing him away, and she didn’t want him to get the wrong idea because she was absolutely smitten with her mate, and she really wanted to roll in the sheets with him, and she knew it will happen, so there was no need to rush no matter how eager she was. She stood with her back leaning on the door and waited to see what he will do next.
George’s hot palms ran up and down Dawn’s legs as if he was memorizing them, and then he grabbed her right leg, behind her knee, and hooked her leg on his shoulder.
George hoped that Dawn won’t pick up on how nervous he was.
He was not an inexperienced guy, but the reality was that in the past, women were pleasuring him, and this time, he wanted to do something different.
George never thought much about eating pussy, but Dawn smelled delicious, like a dessert, and saliva pooled in his mouth as he imagined her taste.
George reached with his hand and spread her folds with the tips of his fingers to reveal a delicate pink flesh that was glistening with juices Dawn’s body released.
His urge to lick her there swelled.
Dawn couldn’t believe that this was happening. Handsome Commander George was on his knees, holding her right leg up and caressing her down there. It was electrifying.
The only problem was that she was technically standing on one leg, without anything firm to hold onto. She grabbed the door handle, that was the best she could do.
When he was done with the visual inspection, George’s fingers moved between Dawn’s folds.
“Ahh…”, Dawn released a soft sigh and George smirked.
George inched closer and gave her a lick. His eyes flashed when he identified sweetness.
Without any warning, he buried his face between her legs and started exploring her with his tongue.
“Oh, God!”, Dawn exclaimed.
It was not the first time for a man to go down on her, but his every touch was charged with thrilling sparks of their bond that shook all her pleasure centers.
George growled into Dawn’s flesh when she fisted his hair with the force that made it sting, but it only spurred him to lick her more.
Her taste reminded him of a filling for the apple pie that was made with cinnamon, brown sugar, and a hint of nutmeg, and baked to perfection. Everything about Dawn was perfect, made for him.
Dawn’s whole body shook, and she almost fell but then George grabbed her buttocks and supported her.
Somehow, he knew what she wanted, so he licked her harder in long mighty strokes that sent cataclysmic sensations through her body in the rhythm his tongue set.
Dawn’s breathing became choppy, and he latched his lips around her clit and started sucking.
Dawn’s eyes rolled at the back of her head.
‘BANG!’
Dawn’s head slammed against the door behind her, but she didn’t notice because the whole world was spinning, and she felt like floating.
He wanted to ask if she was OK. That was quite a hit. But she was still moaning, so he continued with his ministrations.
“George… Yes! Yes! Fuck!… Yeah!…”, Dawn shouted without any shame, and it all stopped abruptly when her body spasmed, and an intense orgasm rendered her unable to breathe.
George groaned as Dawn’s emotions spilled onto him, and he really wanted to put his cock inside her, but he was also glad to know how good he made her feel.
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Dawn blinked herself into reality, and she realized that she was lying on the bed with George sitting by her side. The last thing she remembered, she was at the door. How did she get to bed? Did she pass out?
George flicked her blue lacy bra on the floor and observed her completely naked form.
Her nipples were right there, waiting for him to tease them, but he controlled that urge. For now.
He knew how she was feeling, but he still asked, “Did you like it?”
“Very much”, she said breathily.
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