Alpha Michael

I could feel him breathing onto the back of my neck. Panting in short quick breaths. I could feel the heat mixed with cinnamon on his breath. Feeling our naked bodies connecting. Colliding. Merging. Saturday nights were always the same for me these days. Lust filled sessions with some new guy. If you could even call it lust. There was always so much missing for me in these late night romps. Which was beginning to get very disappointing. Bordering on disheartening.

Him. What the hell was his name again? Jeff? John? Sam? I guess it doesn’t even matter. I knew I didn’t plan on seeing him again after tonight. I just needed someone to try and satiate my hunger. Out of everyone that was at the club, he seemed to be the most attractive to me. So I went after him. As you can see, I came out victorious. I always had a knack for getting what I set my sights on. He would be no exception.

Anyone. It didn’t matter who anymore. I needed someone to satisfy this deep yearning inside of me. No matter how hard I tried (and boy did I try hard) I have never found someone that truly calmed the storm inside of me. The raging ache that continues to call to me from the depths of my soul. Why was there always this burning ache within me? Why were there so many guys that seemed to suck at this? Maybe it was just me… Maybe I was the broken one, not them...

Yeah this guy was hot enough. His skin was a delicious caramel colour. When I first saw him I just knew his skin would be soft to the touch. I was right. His skin was irresistible to the touch. Soft. Smooth. Perfectly warm and lightly smelling of cedar wood. He either had to be using a crazy amount of lotion, or actually drank water outside of a club setting. I wanted to run my hands anywhere he would let me. And he sure was eager to let me run my hands anywhere I desired. Which works to my advantage in this situation.

When we first met in the night club his beautiful medium brown eyes made it abundantly clear that he was out for the same reasons I was tonight. His eyes were most definitely hungry. Just not nearly as hungry as my own deep dark desires as I later found out. No one ever seemed to truly be a match for me sexually. But be damned if I wasn’t going to keep searching for them. There had to be someone out there that didn’t feel like a waste of time. Right? These club boys always end up being so vanilla.

He had a muscular build. The type of body that screamed he was ready to throw down in a bar fight, but still used his body to heat your bed at night (if you know what I mean). You could see in the way that he walked, in an overly confident manner, that he had no problems finding someone to go home with at the end of the night. Luckily I was that person tonight.

He chose the perfect outfit for his body and persona. Light coloured denim jeans that were slightly worn out along the knees. They fit him tightly, but not so tight that he couldn’t move freely. These jeans made his ass look absolutely toned. I later found out it wasn’t all about the jeans. His shirt was a perfect navy blue that complimented his skin colour and really brought out the honey tones in his eyes. He had the top few buttons of his shirt undone showing off his collarbone. Allowing your eyes to trace down his body with ease. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. I always did like a man in a formal shirt.

Sadly, there was next to nothing for foreplay with this guy. He was super handsy and aggressive the second we got through his apartment door. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining exactly, I just like to play a bit too. This guy had one hand squeezing my tit while the other hand was clumsily fumbling with his keys and jacket. Although he wasn’t paying attention to anything other than directing me towards his bedroom, he somehow managed to leave his keys on the entryway table. I don’t think this was his first rodeo.

He was haphazardly steering me towards his bedroom. Occasionally bumping into things. We both dropped our shoes somewhere along the way. I always try to take them both off close together so that I can find them easier as I’m sneaking out. I don’t think he had any such strategy. He was flinging his shit wherever it landed. Or maybe he just didn’t care because it was his place.

Once we actually got into his bedroom, it was a mad scramble to get our clothes off. I could tell he was most focused on himself, because his hands left my body to take his own clothing off. I dismissed it and started to undress myself. I quickly took off my sequined dress, which really wasn’t hard. I slide it over my head in one fluid motion. No zippers, buttons, or anything that made it more difficult to take it off in the heat of the moment. I had certain dresses that I would choose intentionally for nights like this. His formal shirt however... took some time to undo each button.

I was standing in his room in just my underwear and bra. I decided to pose for him a little bit so he could get the full view of my thin black lace bra and boy short lace underwear. From the bulge in his pants I could tell he approved. It also helped that a slow dark smirk formed on his face as he finally finished unbuttoning his shirt. Thankfully his pants were much simpler to unbutton and take off. He quickly slid them off and stepped out of them. Revealing his maroon coloured briefs. They hugged him in all the right places, there was really nothing left to the imagination. Which only fuelled my hunger even further.

Although, I expected his dick to be a little more - well - everything. Longer. Wider. Something. It’s possible that I was biased because he was a selfish lover. At least I could still feel his dick pulsing within me. There was this one time I hooked up with this short guy named Trevor, and never again will I finish the night with such a small dicked man. That was the one and only time. Throwing hotdogs down hallways is not anywhere near any of my kinks. He can take those hotdogs elsewhere. I think I stayed because I felt sorry for the guy, but I learned my lesson. That was most definitely a waste of my time.

Once the clothes were off, it was show time. Mr. Handsy was back in action. This time his hands drifted more to my hips and ass than my boobs. I could feel his tight grip as he slid his thumbs along the edge of my lace panties. Shivers radiated throughout my body, starting from the spot his hands touched me. He kissed me deeply. It wasn’t a loving kiss, it was 100% a hungry man’s kiss. There was no gentleness to it. It was rough and forceful. Who did this guy think he was trying to be? If only he knew I was actually a werewolf and could kick his ass in a hot second.

Now obviously he has no clue that I’m a werewolf, but his attempt to show his dominance was almost laughable. If I truly let my strength show, he wouldn’t have even been close to my power. But I let him keep playing the big manly roll he was dead set on playing. Part of me truly wanted to be overpowered and ravaged. For tonight, I would just have to play the fantasy in my head to get me there because this guy definitely wasn’t going to be filling that roll for me.

His hands rose up and undid my bra in one smooth motion. This is the exact moment I KNEW he did this on a regular basis. There have been few men in my encounters that have been able to undo a bra, especially with such grace and efficiency. I was pleasantly surprised. Secretly hoping that this skill spilled over into other areas we were about to explore together. Can’t blame a girl for dreaming!

His thumbs hooked onto the straps of my bra and smoothly, yet aggressively pulled it forward and off of my body. Revealing my small breasts and perky nipples. It didn’t take long for him to toss my bra to the side and grab my hips again. This time forcefully lifting me up and onto his bed. I really wish I could remember his name. His body followed mine until he was hovering over top of me. He began trailing hungry kisses down my neck until he had his mouth over my exposed nipple. His tongue was greedy as it sucked and flicked my nipple for all of 10 seconds before he was ripping my panties off of me. The only thing that was left between us was his maroon coloured underwear. Clearly I was ready for those to go!

Thankfully he had the same sentiments and whipped his underwear off faster than a speeding bullet. His hardened cock sprung free from his underwear with little haste. His eyes lowered to me and I could see the insatiable look in his brown eyes. His face darkened as he began to lower his body onto mine. He moved much slower now with more intention. His eyes were telling me he was starving and the only thing that would satisfy him was me. If only he knew I was willing to be his all-you-can-eat buffet tonight. If he had the stamina for it.

Deep down I knew my stamina would outmatch his ten fold. Training as a warrior in my pack was to thank for that. It added to the hunger within my soul. Never meeting someone that could match my intensity. I still enjoyed the strength being a warrior provided to me, but in times like this it was a bit frustrating.

Why is it that guys think the only thing women want is for their cock to be shoved up within them? Like I mean, It is a main attraction, but there’s so much more to awaken and explore within these moments that they are simply missing out on. If guys would just slow down and focus their attention on the woman rather than their cock, it would awaken a hunger within us that would even surprise them. Maybe that was just with the type of guys I was always seeking out. Nonetheless, you know what this guy was going for – the main course.

*Author’s Note*

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