The Mute Wolf

Chapter 17

My heat was gone which meant I could fully enjoy this sexy gorgeous male that was thrusting deeper and deeper into me. Last time he was holding back. This time he showed no mercy and plunged into me repeatedly, making my body make the loudest squelching noises I've ever heard it make! Not to mention my throat was raw from shouting his name along with many colourful swear words. Blood alphas were the biggest and strongest of all other alphas and the most well endowed between the legs. Tyson had proved that many times over. He was by far the best a girl could get. Not just his personality and charm but his skill too. He knew exactly how to please a girl. So much so that after around twenty minutes or so he had me tapping out, feeling like my lungs would explode if I didn't suck in some air. I had climaxed six times already and didn't think I had it in me for a seventh.
He stayed inside me whilst he slowed down the pace, softly smirking as his dazzling eyes stared into my ice blues. He planted tender kisses over my neck and licked on my sweet spot, nibbling and teasing, chuckling as he pretended to mark me. I don't think I'd be able to stop him if he did. But I don't think that would be the worst thing in the world...

I gave him the signal to continue after my short break; noting to myself that I'd never needed a break before, and I let him ravish me until he filled me with his fluid. The warmth of his seed flooding my insides tingled my entire nether regions, bringing me to the brink of my seventh climax. He continued pounding into my sopping wet pussy, cumming inside me another two times before he finally collapsed on top of me over an hour later. I was too sore to move a single muscle and my legs were completely seized up. He held me close to his tired body and once he had stopped shaking, he prized himself up and off of me and removed his cock from my swollen pussy. I was the sorest I had ever been in my life which is why I winced when he knelt at my feet and spread me open with two fingers, watching as his thick cum was running out of me.
"Mmm, look what I did to ya..." He purred softly admiring his handiwork.
"Too sore..." I stated still breathless making him chuckle before getting to his feet and obtaining all of his and my clothes. He practically had to dress me and then carried me bridal style all the way back to his house. Josie greeted us impatiently and was relieved we were both safe and unharmed. Before we could all celebrate with an expensive bottle of champagne Josie had received from one of her clients, Tyson helped me get into the bath and slid in behind me cuddling me from behind. Little did I know it would be the last time in a long time I felt this happy and safe. If I had known what soon lay before me, I never would have gotten on that boat.

Feeling rejuvenated, we all shared a toast to finally getting rid of Ares and for making it out alive! Eric came by to thank me again and to inform me my father will be picking me up tomorrow an hours boat ride from here. It was my last night with Tyson and Josie and though I knew it was coming, I pretended otherwise. If I thought too much about how soon I'm leaving them, leaving him, I might just loose it a little. I'd become so dependant on them so quickly, I forgot how I used to be back home. But then, I didn't have anyone like Tyson back home. My thoughts soon turned for the first time in a while to Little wolf; how if anyone came close, it would be him. But after what happened with his father, I doubt I was ever going near there again. Funnily enough, Ares aside, this is the safest I've ever felt in my life. Here, with Tyson and Josie. Especially Tyson. Going home, I had Zak to contend with for starters. My father arguing with me about most things. My mother prying and pushing me towards things - or people I didn't want. I had an Alpha neighbour from hell. Here I was happy and truly felt apart of something. But I couldn't stay, no matter how much I wished I could. I had to go home to my family where I belong. At least I didn't need to worry about my mate anymore.

Josie cooked one of her best dishes to celebrate our last evening together followed by more champagne and a delicious chocolate pudding to boot. We laughed, told jokes and listened to each other's stories like we had all known each other for years. Tyson squeezed my leg under the table tight and gave me a half smile you just want to kiss right then and there. Would he miss me when I leave? His face showed no sign of sadness for me leaving, but then, neither did mine. Perhaps he was as good at hiding it as I was.
"We have your house number so we can all keep in touch! We'll let you settle back home first before we start bombarding you with phone calls." Josie squeezed my hand from across the table and smiled warmly. She gathered all the empty plates and glasses and got to work tidying up what looked like the leftovers from a party. After everything had been shoved in the trusty dishwasher, we watched a comedy film together before we all called it a night. Neither Tyson or I could seem to fall asleep. We laid awake for hours cuddling, hardly talking and only exchanging a few kisses. Our last night together. I tried to push the thought from my mind but it proved too difficult, so I distracted myself by kissing his neck and shoulders tickling him in the process. I don't know how long we stayed like that, but eventually we drifted off, waking up bright and early to make the most of the time we had left. I needed to be at the dock for eleven am, so he made me pancakes in bed and laid in with me til nine, before we showered and changed and packed everything I had into a bag. I was surprised by how many people actually seemed sorry that I was leaving. I spoke to many people in the market who I had briefly met and all gave me a hug goodbye and wished to see me again soon. It was actually quite overwhelming the amount of people who made the effort in one way or any other to give me a proper send off. Josie packed my bag with a few items from her shop, candles, incense that sort of thing. Just a little something to remind me of their scent when I'm home. I'd come accustom to the strong smells that filled their house and had come to love it. I'm not sure my father would but he could cry a river and get over it. I'd make him enjoy it.