The Moonswept Alpha (Paranormal Werewolf Shifter Romance) (3 page)

“It would be my pleasure, Cassandra.  Shall we go?  My carriage awaits,” the man replied.

Safely ensconced on the plush seats of the enclosed vehicle Cassandra turned her full venom on the man across from her that smiled in expectation of her tirade.

“You cur, Aidan!  How could you go to my parents with a request for me to dine with you?  You knew that they would answer on my behalf in the affirmative.  Is this simply another ploy to have me on my knees to suck your big cock and bend over for your men to fuck my virgin cunt?” she screeched at him when the carriage had moved out of earshot of her smiling and waving parents.

“As I tried to tell you last night, my Lady Higgins,” the man answered with a wide grin.  “Your virgin cunt is only going to be for me.  However,” and he reached
his right hand across the wagon and grasped her breast hard through the thick cotton of her dress and allowed his thumb and forefinger to pinch her suddenly stiffened nipple.  “If I even suspect that you would carry on like your slutty friend Michelle, I will cut out your heart and feed it to the dogs!  Now lift your skirts and show me what I will be dining on for dessert this evening!”  His voice had not risen above a quiet whisper and the command for her to display herself to him was given in a very matter of fact tone.

Cassandra’s eyes blazed as he leant back in his seat and crossed his arms in expectation.  Slowly she allowed her hands to grip her long mauve dress and pulled it upwards.  She only wore one light shift beneath the heavy material and her pantaloons had been hurriedly discarded after she had witnessed his arrival.  The saturated cloth had joined the others in her hamper.  Her heart hammered as she finally held the dress high enough for him to see her naked sex
and at the same time cover the scarlet flush that burned her face.

“I see your father and his brother also encountered the whores in Paris that removed the hair from their cunts,” he remarked with a wide grin as his booted foot pressed Cassandra’s knees wide apart and revealed the bald and glistening flesh between them.

“I think she will make a fine dessert, my dear,” he said softly as he indicated for Cassandra to drop her skirt.  “And breakfast and lunch,” he added as the wide opened blue eyes regarded him a little fearfully.

“You have not told me what is on my dessert menu, Lord Fitzclarence,” she said softly.

“Time enough to deliver that feast to your eyes, tongue and hands later, Cassandra but for now I shall tell you about why I am called The Lord Wolf.”  He sat forward in his seat and locked his gaze to the beautiful face before him.

“I am of the old world, Cassie, as are you and your family.  From the moment I lay eyes on you I knew that you were my mate and that at all costs I would have you.  However, before you commit to me
, know this.  The consummation of our flesh will be the end of your independence.  The word games we play now will no longer present you with a chance to back out and run to your room.  We will be committed to each other and no-one and nothing will come between us except death itself.

“Your parents are the same.  Your father’s dalliances with the whores in France are inconsequential things, they happened long before your mother and he were paired.  If we are to form a bond then you must understand that it goes beyond the physical.  It will be as if
we are one: the same thoughts, the same needs.  You will not truly understand what it means to be inside someone until you experience the way of the wolf.”

“And if I do not wish to be part of this pairing?” she asked in disbelief of what the man was trying to tell her.  She had heard the rumours of the old world, the magic and the beings that populated the shadows.  It could not possibly be true that the man before her was of this world!  She could hear the doubt in her own voice that not becoming a part of this dangerous and commanding man’s life was not an option but for now she needed time to think.

“Then you shall return home tonight with your virginity intact, Lady Higgins.  I would not force you to pair with me, but I hope that after we have dined that you might consider me worthy of your love and respect.”

Dinner was a very romantic affair with the barest of staff present to serve the dishes that the couple ate sitting opposite one another at a small table in the dining room that could easily have held eighty or more guests.  Lord Fitzclarence was lavish in his praise of the fare and Cassandra found that she was in total agreement with him as the light fish and meat dishes disappeared from her plate quite rapidly.  She surprised herself that she ate with calm and enjoyed the company of the man as he wittily told tales of his exploits in the wars and regaled her with almost as scandalous tales of the sexual exploits of his men as her father and uncle did.

“It seems, Cassie that you enjoy the earthiness and frankness of tales told without flowery words and pandering to the coquettishness of the more genteel who imagine that such words are impolite though their actions speak otherwise.”

“I know plenty of women, Aidan that profess shock at the thought of frigging themselves but have nimble fingers and many an instrument to assist them in their self-pleasure.
  Most of them refer to the act, if they do admit to carrying it out, as many things except the true description of what they do.”

“And you, Cassie, do you frig yourself or do you refer to the act as something else?” he asked huskily.

“If it were not for the servants here, my lord, I would show you exactly what I do to myself,” she retorted in heated rush.  The thought of doing so and his lurid tales of the past hour had worked her up into a sexually excited state.  She knew that he was aware of it by his frequent glances to her nipples that pressed painfully hard against the front of her dress.

“Then join me in the parlour, my sweet.  The fire is laid and the candles and lanterns many.”

“Is the door also locked, my lord?” she asked as they both arose from the table.

“But the windows are open,” he grinned at her heated blush as she recalled their previous view from the windows in his parlour.

“I trust that Michelle is not still lying naked on your back lawn behind the gardener’s shed, my lord?”

“No, but I could make it so it you wish.”

“I think not, Aidan.  There are other sights I wish to see tonight.”

Dismissing the servants for the evening Aidan watched with half slitted eyes as the Lady Cassandra Higgins made her way up the stairs and along the balcony to the parlour.  The
pressure of his erection against his pants was difficult to hide as he bade his kitchen staff goodnight and hurriedly rushed after her with a bottle of wine and glasses.

She was naked on the same lounge she had hidden in the previous night and Aidan could only stare as the pink flush of excitement covered the blatantly spread legged woman as her blue eyes bored into his as he firstly knelt then sat
on the floor in front of her.  Motioning him to be quiet he watched her tapered fingers spread the lips of her sex and exposed the wetness of her slightly pulsing opening.  “I am so wet,” she sighed.

Setting the glasses and wine beside him he watched intently as her forefinger teased the swollen nub of her clitoris.  “My clittie likes you watching her, Aidan.  See how she swells and shows herself proudly to you!”

Aidan’s eyes widened as the small cock like protuberance did indeed swell and grow.  His nostrils detected the heavy scent of her arousal and unthinkingly he leaned forward even further until his lips contacted the heated flesh.  Cassandra’s hands moved in surprise as the man’s tongue flickered out and caressed her most sensitive organ.  The delicious feel of his mouth on her sex and the rapid movement of his tongue across her clit as he sucked gently was enough to trigger loud groans and an explosion of pent up fluids from her over stimulated cunt.

“God, Aidan, drink me!” she squealed as her hands found and locked into the dark hair of his head.  Aidan lapped greedily at the explosion of liquid from her and eagerly dipped his tongue between her heavy flaps to lap more of the intoxicating nectar.  He found her sensitive bud once more captured between his lips and sucked it gently hoping for a repeat.  The force of her second orgasm and the strength of her hands as she pulled him hard into her saturated sex and rubbed herself vigorously over his face surprised him.

“More?” he asked softly as her grip only partially eased from his head.

“Oh yes, my sweet man.  I can drown you in my spendings
, though, if it would please you, I would like to see if I can extract a similar nectar from you.”

He chuckled as he stood in front of her and found her hands fumbling effectively at his trousers and had them and his shoes off before he had even unbuttoned half his shirt.  Her long drawn out coos of pleasure as she handled his long cock and gently cupped his heavy balls caused him to warn her that her attention was not going to allow him to last very long.  “I have heard my father say that a hot mouth and expert hands can revive even the limpest of noodles.  Your flesh is certainly not a noodle, more like a thick python and I am sure that I can bring it back to life if you will show me.”

“Then I leave myself in your hands, Lady Higgins,” he sighed as Cassandra placed both her hands around his straining cock.  He watched her milk him and sighed as she coaxed the eye of his python to wink at her as she firmed her grip on him.

“Not that he is much in my hands, Lord Wolf,” she complained showing her fingers to not quite able to meet around him.

He groaned in pleasure as the woman decided that her hands and mouth were necessary to carry out her task.  Her wide opened lips welcomed him with a heat he had never before experienced and shortly it was his turn to clench his fists into her long tresses and moan loudly as she sucked him deeper.  Her blue eyes burned into his as he held her head tightly and pumped the fruit of her exertions into her mouth.  Cassie’s eyes widened as she felt the warm milk fill her mouth again after she had swallowed his first fierce spurt.  “Open your mouth and let it dribble over your tits, Cassie!” he grunted as his hips bucked at the sudden swab of her tongue over his still spurting and sensitive cock head.

She opened wide and he sighed as the pressure from his glans was removed as several more heavy spurts filled her mouth to overflowing and ran from her chin onto her heaving tits.  Hands milked him for more as he drew back slightly and allowed the last dribbles from his still hard cock to drip onto her breasts.  Her dainty hands left him and he gripped himself with his right hand as he pressed her forehead with his other and forced her to look up to him.  Grinning she allowed him to rub his heated flesh over her face and across her closed eyelids.  The hot cock drifted lower and she watched him rub through the thick cream on her breasts and into the valley between.

His full hardness surprised her slightly as the big cock dipped between her breasts and he beckoned her hands to press them more firmly together.  Giggling she watched him place his knees between hers and forced her back on the lounge chair until she was semi-reclining.  His cock now thrust between her massive tits and bumped against her lips as she stared downwards to watch his actions.  She opened her mouth and allowed the big weapon to spear her mouth that wetly drooled as he fucked both her tits and her face again.  Her breasts were exceedingly slippery from his previous orgasm and she delighted in the heat of him as she pressed her nipples inwards to be rubbed by his long length.

“
Your tits are perfect for fucking, Cassie,” he groaned as she pressed her hands harder making the slick channel even tighter as her mouth now sucked at him as he forced his way between her parted lips.

Cassandra could only hum as she felt the fine hairs on his heavy balls brush against her stomach as he
moved his hips in longer strokes.  Soon his balls dragged a heated path up the sweat on her stomach as his knee pressed hard against her cunt as her own undulating hips brought immense pleasure as she rubbed her swollen clit against his hot skin.  The thrusts into her mouth became deeper as his long retrieval allowed his cock to disappear completely between her tit flesh before reappearing to be captured by her greedy tongue and lips.

Her own hips began to grind against his knee as the wetness of her little orgasms signalled the start of another larger one on its way.  The two bodies on the couch began to tremble violently as they got closer to their peaks.  Cassandra’s eyes and mouth were wide open in pleasure as she finally achieved release and sprayed her fluids hard against the man.  They flooded from her in a far greater volume than she had every experienced before.

Aidan felt her fluids land high on his leg and across her stomach and the heat as his balls dragged through their viscous puddling near her belly button triggered his own release.  Almost brutal thrusts of his hips drove his cock deep into her warm valley of tit flesh and then upwards to her face.  The head of his cock almost touching the back of her wide open mouth before he rapidly retreated to repeat the punishment.  He grunted loudly in joy as he thrust and held still, trapped between her mammoth tits and let his cream spurt in an unrestricted rush of semen.  The force with which he ejaculated surprised him as he watched his spending bubble up between her breasts and then fire directly over her face and into her hair as he thrust once more with all of his strength.

“Oh Aidan,” she called through the fog of pleasure that enveloped her brain at the sight of his forceful spurts hitting her face and lips.  “My cunny is going to love feeling you fill her up with such heat and delicious nectar!”