They were supposed to be training ― at least that’s how it started. Nita had pressed him about training her since Farryn was so busy. She might have still dealt with her memories from the Blood Moon, but that didn’t deter Nita from her goal. She wanted to get stronger, become better. In times like these, she wanted to be at the forefront of protecting Anshega. The trader wouldn’t be able to do that if she weren’t truly prepared. Right now, training was the furthest thing from her mind. All she could focus on was the Alpha before her.
Sometimes she hated the effect Alastair had on her, it made her feel powerless. The first time they’d lain together she remembered being timid as a virgin. It was intimidating to lie with the Alpha, a male who’d already taken many lovers and fathered a litter of pups. After nearly 200 years, that fear faded and she was more than willing to please him.
They were in the fields along eastern Vargulf, about a mile from her home. Nita knelt in the plush grass, hands trailing along his abs as she took him in her mouth. His girth might have intimidated other lovers, but Nita was used to him. She hummed in delight as she let him fall from her lips with a soft ‘pop’, before licking him from base to tip. Her head bobbed faster, never taking her eyes off his face to relish every blissful expression her Alpha made.
