His Mafia Prince
Chapter 42: Please,Alpha

Chapter 42: Please,Alpha

(SASHA)

It only takes seconds to pull his pants off. He looks up at me and in all honesty, I’m enjoying the view below me. His blown eyes, his swollen pouty lips.

My slacks are still on. I crouch over him and my belt jangles. I run my hands softly over the swell of his belly as my cock throbs in my underwear. His moans are music to my ears. He strokes himself, spreading his pale thighs open for me.

"Take me, alpha. Take what you want." He mumbles, pressing his heels into the bed and lifting his hips. "I want you. I need you."

I stroke his thighs lightly and circle the rim of his hole before I dip my finger in. I feel his slick. It tells me he’s primed just right. He is so fucking slippery and ready. When he moans at my touch again, I get off my pants and underwear real fast and kick them off, my gaze never leaving his.

"I was only going to give you my bite, Tyler." I cover his body with mine. "You made me do this. This is your fault."

"Whatever," he tugs at my hips. "Just fuck me already."

His words make excitement course through me and I push his thighs apart. "I thought you hated me."

"I do." He rasps. "Doesn’t mean I don’t want you inside me now."

"Yeah?" I plant a trail of kisses down his cheeks then shove my face to his throat, sucking on his tender skin whose scent I could drown in. I nip him hard. Hard. Enough for him to stop. Enough for him to pause. Enough for him to process.

Then I notice that he likes it.

I knew he would.

He wants more. I can feel it.

I lick and nibble on one of his nipples until it beads. "You want me inside of you?"

"You wanna come when you bite me?" he teases.

"Fuck." I groan when my skin meets his and I press my cock against his rim. "I dreamt about claiming you, Tyler."

"Really?" he asks looking surprised.

"Yes," I suck his tongue. He moans into my mouth and writhes beneath me, sending shivers down my spine. I hold down his hips, rubbing my cock against his taint. I’m coated in precum, and I smear it on his hole as I rock myself back and forth.

"You begged me to bite you in the dream."

"This was always going to happen, right?" he stares into my soul. "We couldn’t stop this."

"We couldn’t." I thrust my tongue against his, dragging a moan from him as I reach between us and cup his cock. He groans as my skin meets his and I jerk him off, being as firm with it as I was with the nip. There’s something no-nonsense about me now. Like there’s more to the end goal than just the bite.

The up-and-down movement of my hand on his cock has him shuddering. He is writhing and I don’t want him to come just yet, so I grip it to the point of pain, with a silent threat if he doesn’t comply. And when his breathing slows down, I know he does.

And I reward him for complying. I get on my knees and position myself between his thighs. A gasp escapes him when my lips cover the tip of his cock. He shudders, quivering and crying as I take his length in my mouth. His hands flail at his sides, unsure of what to do, to cling to the sheets or grip my hair.

Unable to hold himself back, he tugs at my hair, his fingers raking through my skull, grabbing a firm hold of my hair as I swallow him down. He holds onto me as though his dear life depends on it. I tighten my lips and tunnel my cheeks in to caress his length as I suck him. I then move my hand to grab his balls. I’m gentle at first, then I press them together like ripe plums.

A startled cry escapes him, prompting me to pause before he carries on with raking through my hair. His raps combined with the noises of me blowing him leave him no choice but to choke out. "If you don’t stop, I’m gonna come."

A sigh escapes me as I move over him, giving him a last gut-wrenching swallow that I’m sure know made his eyes roll and I pull back, releasing his tip with a pop.

With one hand on his cock that I took pleasure in drenching with spit, I jerk him again and crouch over him. My fingers graze over the taut swell of his butt as I dig into the muscles, scraping along his skin before pulling them apart.

"This isn’t happening." He mumbles, his breath hitching

"It is now," I growl pushing into the pucker, teasing my cock around the rosette, prodding his hole then slowly shoving my length in. The feel of me grazing his insides makes me see fucking stars. His warm hole grips me so tight, that it feels like it was made for me. I feel like I could pop any second now. I bite my jaw, holding back my orgasm. I want this to last. I want to remember every second of this.

He shivers as his rim squeezes my length tightly.

I stare down at him and in all honesty, I feel like a king. He’s so flushed and pretty wiggling on my length. He cries and shudders, panting at the invasion and arching his back as I push more of my length inside him. I love how his lips part with every thrust. So, I do it again, and again.

"Oh, fuck." He whimpers.

"I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to do this with you, Tyler." I feed him hot kisses as I pump into him, devouring every last of his sweet taste into my mouth. The room is now filled with his sweet musky scent.

His nails dig into my ass as he meets my thrusts. "Harder, Sasha." He whines. "Fuck me, b...bite me." He sounds out of control, and some twisted part of me likes it. It’s like I’m his drug now, and his blood won’t stop itching.

There’s a primal desperation to what’s happening between us. I know because I feel it too. This is now way past protecting ourselves. We are being controlled by instincts. It’s something else. I doubt any of us is thinking about Angelo’s threats right now. All I can think of is breeding Tyler’s little hole. He’s begging me to do it. He wants me to fill him and claim him.

He is mine.

I’m deep inside his body, but even then, it still doesn’t feel deep enough. I want to merge with him. I want to absorb him into my skin. I want every last one of our cells to blend so we can morph into one.

"Oh fuck," he cusses. "Fuck, fuck," his head falls back, exposing his throat. "Claim me, Alpha, bite me." He pants, wiggling out of control. His body is shiny with sweat. His eyes are the brightest gold I’ve ever seen. "Please, Alpha."

Insanity takes over my senses and I press my teeth on his slender throat. My cock swells inside him as I open my mouth and sink my teeth into his skin. And he screams, just like he did in my dream, and a tangy copper taste fills my tongue as he comes. His tightness milks me and I explode inside of him, filling him with my seed.

For a few minutes, he goes limp, passed out. I don’t stop taking him though. I keep thrusting, taking what’s rightfully mine. Unintelligible moans leave his lips, and for a beat, he looks disoriented. His eyes are still that piercing gold. Confused or not, he meets my thrusts and I finish inside him.

For the next generous minutes, we kiss ravenously. Long and deep kisses that satisfy every need I’ve ever had to taste him. My knot begins to form. I can’t let it fill him because he’s already pregnant, plus we have no time for that. It swells painfully and I groan, but he kisses me and strokes the bulge lightly. His touch calms me.

He nuzzles me, and I take him in my arms. His legs slip around me. He puurs against my chest and I feel a sudden surge of protectiveness.

This moment was unplanned, but here we are now. The haze will pass, and maybe then we will be embarrassed, but right now, I crave his touch just as much as he craves mine.

Our secret is safe, and most importantly, Tyler now wears my mark. Angelo won’t be able to prove our marriage is fake.