Chapter 92 – Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel

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“Do you need me to stop?” I asked her, I didn’t know what I would do if she said yes. I would stop, of course, I refused to hurt her. But I was beyond my limit. It was driving me crazy at this point.

“No, don’t stop.” She moaned. “Joaquin please don’t stop.” She said as she wrapped her arms around my neck. My Little Bunny then pressed her lips to mine in a soft tender kiss that was a perfect representation of her. Soft, sweet, and enough to drive me insane with need.

I gently pulled back, leaving just the tip inside her before I pushed forward again, slowly and gently this time. She moaned again, this time in pleasure.

“Ahh, Joaquin.” She sighed.

I developed a steady rhythm. Starting slow and then moving faster little by little. I leaned over her, my hands gripping her backside so I could lift her into each thrust. After a few minutes she started throwing her hips into my thrusts, moaning with each motion.

Her breathing was ragged again. Her arms were wrapped around me, she was digging her nails into my back helping to give her more leverage for each thrust of her hips so she could meet with mine.

After a few moments, the pleasurable feeling of her nails digging into my back, the one of nails pressing into the skin and maybe leaving a red mark but nothing more, was replaced by one of near pain. The once smooth, rounded nails now felt sharp and near dangerous. I was certain I could even feel blood running down my back, but I was too distracted to notice a new scent of blood among the other one already in the room.

I drew back slightly to look at her. I could see the sweat on her brow. The blush in her cheeks. The wolf stirring in her eyes.

Wait wolf?

Her eyes were shining slightly like everyone’s did just before their first change, and there, in the depth of her pupil, was the shadow of a wolf fighting to get out. ‘So, she has a wolf? It’s just trapped.’ I thought to myself as I halted momentarily in my thrusts.

“Joaquin?” She sounded like she was begging me. Her canine teeth, top and bottom, were slightly elongated. It wasn’t like the partial change I had done when I bit her in the forest, but it was noticeable enough to tell that they were not the teeth of a human anymore. But, somehow, she hadn’t noticed.

“Joaquin?” She said my name again as she pulled me down, digging her nails into my flesh. The pain wasn’t exactly bad, it was exciting. I was pleased knowing that she had a wolf trying to get out, that it was getting closer with the pleasure we shared. That I had to help her. I would need to keep pushing her further and further until the wolf was released.

I continued my thrusts, moving with more urgency now. Her moaning grew more intense. My name coming on her gasping breaths.

“Joaquin……..Joaquin…..Joaquin.” Just listening to her was arousing.

I felt that familiar tingling at the base of my spine, my breathing was growing heavier, I was getting close. I could feel her clenching more tightly around me. I knew that she would come apart in my arms in another moment or two.

After a few more thrusts she screamed, bucking her hips against me. I exploded as well. We rode the wave of passion and ecstasy together. When the trembling in her body subsided, I kissed her head and pulled myself free from her. She gasped when my body parted from hers like she was lonely.

“Give me just a minute, Little Bunny.” I soothed her as I rolled her over and leaned her onto a pillow. I draped my body over hers before I entered her again. She gasped and shuddered again.

“Joaquin?”

“I’m not nearly done with you yet.” I breathed into her ear, stirring the hair at her neck and causing her to shiver.

I drove into her again and again. Faster and harder now that her body was primed and ready. She was wet, ready, and fully open, her opening was perfectly slick and willing to accept me. I thrust with a fast, hard rhythm. I felt her body getting close to the edge of orgasm again. Her moans desperate, her breathing ragged. She curled around the pillow, raising her hips higher causing her to take me just a little deeper. She screamed, long and loud, as she exploded again. Her body clenched around me, dragging me with her. I came again at the same time she did.

I took her again and again. I could see her partial changes and the wolf begging at her eyes all night. If her wolf needed this kind of night to help lure it out of hiding, I would be more than happy to oblige.

My Little Bunny finally collapsed, exhausted. Her body was spent. She moaned weakly when I pulled free of her body, a shudder ran through her. I smiled in satisfaction, as I watched her laying there with a satisfied look on her face. My wolf was happy, no longer chomping at the bit. He was instead sleeping soundly, happily.

I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead before climbing out of the bed. I pulled my pants on and gathered the rest of my things before leaving the room as quietly as I could, heading back to my own room. It was after two in the morning, no need to wake anyone else in the house. I sank into my bed and fell asleep almost instantly, a pleased grin on my face.

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Joaquin

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I had an extra spring in my step when I went down to breakfast the next morning. I walked in and took my seat without saying a word.

“What’s with that look?” Mom asked me.

“What look?” I deflected.

“That cat that ate the canary grin that you’ve got.” Mom was looking at me quizzically.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I tried to sound as innocent as I could.

“Yeah, sure you don’t.” Mom clearly didn’t believe me.

A few minutes later Abigail brought our breakfast to the table, but Little Bunny still hadn’t come down.

“Where’s Riviana?” Mom asked, a look of concern on her face.

“I haven’t seen her.” Abigail answered.

“Julie, will you go find out what is keeping her?” I asked, I wanted to see my mate before I had to leave.

“Yes, Sir.” She replied before hurrying out of the room.

A few moments later, Julie returned. She looked worried and my Little Bunny was not with her.

“Julie, what’s wrong?” Mom asked her.

“I’m sorry Ma’am, but the Luna isn’t feeling very well today. She has asked me to bring her breakfast to her room.” Julie was clearly worried about her Luna as well.

“Is she alright?” Mom asked. I was pretty sure I knew what was wrong. I smirked to myself.

“She said she’s just sore, Ma’am. Told me she should be fine later.”

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