Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire

AZURA.

We had taken a back exit where a sleek black car had been waiting for us, I didn’t see the driver, my focus on the man before me. The moment we were in the car, he pulled me on top of him. I straddled him, welcoming the feeling of intoxication he brought.

I didn’t need ten bottles of whiskey or several glasses of absinthe to forget everything, this worked…

He pulled my jacket off me, and I helped, reaching behind and pulling it down from my wrists, tossing it to the ground. His eyes were on my breasts, his hand running down my arms. I locked them around his neck, tangling one hand through his delicious chocolate locks.

Oh fuck, he was so handsome.

Our lips met once more in a sinful kiss. I gyrated my hips against his crotch, his grip tightened on my waist, the other squeezing my ass.

“Fuck.” He growled, sucking on my neck.

I tilted my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as rivers of pleasure rocked through me. His hand twisted in my hair as his lips trailed down my collarbone; kissing, sucking, nipping at my smooth skin.

He grabbed my breast, making me swear in pleasure. I didn’t want any items of clothing between us, but just when I thought he’d yank my top down, the car came to a stop.

The door was opened for us and I realised we were in an underground car park. His hands never left me, and I was not bothered that the suited man who had opened the door was right there. Instead, he carried on kissing my shoulders and neck roughly as he guided me to the lift. The moment his thumbprint was scanned, the doors opened and he pushed me up against the wall of the lift, pressing a button before he had my wrists pinned against the wall, his lips meeting mine once more.

I moaned into his mouth, feeling his hard shaft against me.

Oh fuck.

When the doors opened, we carried on making out passionately as he guided us down the hall and through to a bedroom.

The feeling of his hands on me was like a slice of heaven itself, any logic or sense of self was gone. All I wanted was him, it was all I craved.

The bedroom door opened and the cool air-conditioning touched our heated skin. I pulled open the buttons of his shirt, wanting him naked.

This place smelled of him and I loved it.

For a moment, I pulled away, staring down at the fully tatted body of the god before me.

Oh fuck, he was totally drool-worthy, the type of guy me and my girls would strip for any day.

Every ridge and curve of his body was chiselled to perfect, his Adonis belt dipped into his belt and my hands instantly went there, raking down his abs. With the other I pulled his shirt off completely, just as he grabbed my neck, pulling me closer and kissing me once more whilst I began working to take his belt off.

His hands reached for the hooks on my top and undid them swiftly.

Someone was an expert.

His eyes raked over me as he grabbed my breasts, squeezing them as he kissed me harder. The moment I had his zip down, I pulled away from his perfect lips. As much as I wanted to keep on kissing him, I wanted something else between my lips…

I crouched down sexily, keeping my eyes locked with his steely blue ones and undid his pants, yanking them down. My long black nails grazed his hips, my core throbbing when I looked at the sight before me. Ink covered his V cut and thighs, spreading over his hips. There were words and quotes alongside the images that I was curious to learn about, but not as much as I wanted to see the monster of a cock that he was packing. I pulled his boxers down his muscular thighs.

He was perfectly groomed, just the way I liked it, with just a sprinkle of trimmed hair. His balls were hard, and as for his cock… not only was it fucking huge, putting any that I had seen to shame, but there was also a ladder of piercings running along the entire underside of the shaft right up to the mushroom tip. Ten perfect parallel bars.

Oh, Goddess.

“What’s the matter? Never see a Jacobs ladder before?”

“No.” I found myself saying as I wrapped my hands around it and began stroking it.

His head tilted back slightly, but his eyes still held mine as I stuck my tongue out, licking the tip where a pearly white drop of pre-cum sat, begging to be sucked off.

“Fuck.” He swore the moment I wrapped my lips around him and began sucking him harder.

in the throes

my fingers through it on the way here. It was now a hot, smoking mess, one that only made me want

his hand pulling my hair as he began thrusting

my nose and relaxing as his dick hit the back of my throat. My lips fully stretched around him burning at the friction, he was huge, and this felt so good. His body tensed as he began thrusting harder, shoving his dick

him, my own pussy aching

my tongue out, making it obvious what I wanted, and he tapped his cock on it, making me whimper as I tasted

mind making this

and he yanked me up, kissing my neck as he quickly unzipped my pants, pulling them down in one swift movement. Crouching down, he peeled

shook with electrifying holts of pleasure as his tongue flicked my clit, his ball piercing

Oh goddess, this was…

draped it over his shoulder, threading my fingers through his hair as I became lost in the pleasure of his touch. I wish I didn’t

me, he pulled away, standing and yanking me into his arms as he shoved his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to taste myself as my body convulsed in pleasure.

air as I clung

locked my legs around his waist, feeling his cock brush against my

me up against the wall just as

feeling the pressure of having something so fucking big

my dildo did

burying my head into his

a virgin.” He whispered huskily,

sucking hard and adding to the euphoria I was feeling. I couldn’t respond, even when we somehow ended on the bed, his hands all over me as he fucked me senseless. I couldn’t focus on anything

This was heaven.

“Fuck.” He growled.

he trying to pull

wasn’t sure but I didn’t

I met his powerful brutal thrusts with my own, each time burying him deep within me. His piercings

can take it. Don’t hold back.” I moaned, feeling the pressure

and faster than I thought possible. I screamed in pleasure, unable to

pierce my neck, sending another bolt of pleasure and pain

He was… marking me…

care, this pleasure… another moan left my lips as

completely, triggering my

mind-blowing orgasm consumed me. The bond strengthened and it felt like

his grunt as he finished with a few rough thrusts, our juices mixing and our bodies

“Fuck.”

Was that anger?

I turned my head to look

my neck and the sudden realisation that I was

Goddess, I was marked.

wondering if it was the fact that he had marked me without even telling me that was making

and I thought I felt his lips brush the mark on my neck, sending a shiver through me before getting

–

refreshed despite the ache that now remained between my legs. I

needed to get his name.

and now it all returned, but somehow it didn’t take away from the sex

to the darkness once more. The bathroom door opened, and I saw the inked god step out, wearing nothing but a

he reminded me of Alejandro Rossi, the Lycan king, who was

Weird.

away, why the hell

tossing the towel he had

still don’t know your name.” I remarked, about to get off the bed, but the moment my feet hit the floor I

I needed to stay put for