Falling in love with my Ex's Alpha Chapter 61

When I realize it's Kaiden, Chad and the other wolf approach us.

"What did you do?" Chad asks me, startled, "How did you do that?"

I looked at him, confused, and Kaiden's wolf started to growl at Chad, and he took two steps back.

Meanwhile, Kaiden's wolf tightens the hug even more as he faces Chad. Then he lets go of the hug and crouches down next to me.

Chad turns to me and says in a worried voice, "Katie, he wants you to climb on him."

"What? Come again? Are you crazy?" I snap back at Chad, and Kaiden's wolf starts growling at me as if he won't allow me to disobey.

Chad comes towards me, "I'll help you on it, come on," he says in a sad voice despite looking at the ground upset, while the other wolf growled at Chad.

I'm not going to provoke the big wolf that almost attacked me, so I obey and climb on top of Kaiden's wolf with Chad's help.

I've ridden on other wolves, and I've ridden on practically all the wolves in my family. Still, I stopped riding on them after I started to develop my body because one day, I felt *pleasure*, ahem, uncomfortable in the area between my legs being carried by Ben's wolf. Let's say that the touch in the intimate area has become more sensitive now that I am no longer a child.

"Hang on tight, Katie, you might fall if you don't," Chad said, and I immediately put my hands tighter on Kaiden's wolf.

"The Kaiden's wolf name is Troy." Chad says, but I can't even answer because, at that exact moment, Troy starts to run quickly away from the two, I look back, and in a second, I lose sight of Chad, and the wolf next to him that I assume is Jason, this whole time he was on the side looking dumbfounded by everything.

*Troy*. I repeat his name in my mind, and suddenly, my heart warms, and I hear a passionate sigh in my mind.

What was this?

Troy doesn't stop, he just keeps running at such a fast speed that I have to hold onto him so I don't fall. I close my eyes because if I keep them open, I'll end up throwing up, everything around me is passing at superhuman speed.

I give up holding my slippers on my foot, and they just fall into the forest. Where is Troy taking me?

I've never seen a wolf as big as Troy. Usually, Alphas are huge wolves, but Troy is descended from giants, for sure!

After a while, when we got close to a lake, Troy slowed down. I open my eyes to see my surroundings and see that where we are is a perfect spot to admire the moon, which is huge and bright in the night sky.

Troy stops by the lake and bends down, I get the hint and get off him. He turns to me and tries to put his nose on my neck, I smile and pet his fur.

Around us seems a magical scene, the lake reflecting the moon and the trees elegantly around us.

Troy comes closer and puts both paws on my shoulders, but I land on my butt because he's heavy.

"Troy!" I scold him, but I keep petting his head even though I'm sitting on the floor.

With delicate intent, I trace the contours of the scar adorning his face, feeling the roughness beneath my fingertips. A mixture of curiosity and concern fills my being as I witness his reaction. His teeth clench, a subtle sign of tension, and his eyes tightly shut. There is something more profound, I think he's shielding himself from the memories or sensations associated with that scar.

This scar itself tells a tale of battles fought long ago, he probably got that scar before he became a wolf.

It seems to be something he still feels pain, not physical pain but emotional pain. A poignant ache, reminiscent of something past traumas or hardships that left their indelible mark upon his soul. Though time may have passed, I guess the echoes of that pain still resonate, etching a lasting impression upon his heart... I can feel it.

As my touch lingers upon the scar, from his reaction, it becomes evident that this tender spot is seldom touched by others.

Despite his guarded reaction and hesitance, he doesn't pull away from my touch. He lets me keep touching him!

In that fleeting moment, I glimpse the trust he seems to have in me for letting me touch his scar, his most vulnerable spot.

And as I withdraw my hand, I realize that I feel happy for being in this place with him.

"Were you going to attack me, Troy?" I ask him, and he gives his massive head a shake, simultaneously brushing my hand through his fur with the motion, a mischievous glint in his eyes, all the while playfully nudging my hand through his fur as if he's enjoying my touch.

"Are you denying it, or are you using my hand to pet yourself?" I laugh, and he rubs against my hand again.

"Were you attacking Chad and Jason?" he nods. "Bad boy! You can't do that, Troy," he looks at me steadily, but I can see the sadness in his eyes.

"Did I help you calm down?" he nods, and I cheer happily, running my hand over his fur even more, "Yeah? I helped?" he nods frantically and licks me, "Okay, I think this is a yes, I helped!" I smiled and continued petting him.

With one paw, he lays me on the floor and licks my face, then he starts smelling me on my neck and on my stomach and goes down more and more, smelling and licking.

With one paw, he lifts my robe and my babydoll at the same time, but I see that he tore my robe with one of his claws. Now, it looks like it has a split thigh. I look scared at him, but he keeps licking my inner thighs. The more he licks me, the more I start to turn on. He affectionately licks my pussy through the fabric of my panties, and I try to back a moan.

"Troy, what are you doing?" I ask, lying on my back propped up on my elbows, but he gives another lick, and I lie completely still.

Why is this so good?

I feel a sudden tightness in my chest as I observe his intense gaze fixed upon me, looking like he's trying to control himself.

And then he moved closer with a deep, animalistic sound, his tongue skillfully exploring my pussy through the fabric of my panties again.

Simultaneously, his huge paws reached up, firmly grasping my hips, causing me to inhale sharply in response.

His sharp fangs lightly touched my skin, eliciting a cry from me as sparks surged through my pussy.

Is this too wrong?

*It probably is*. But right now, I really don't care.

Can anyone really fault me for losing control at this moment? For allowing this to unfold? For desiring this?

I let my legs fall open. Troy's hunger seems to get bigger the more he licks me, his face finds its place nestled between my legs. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled my scent, my arousal, emitting a low, guttural groan.

It felt as if I had plunged into a surreal state where reality blurred at the edges. Everything around me seemed hazy, as if I had stepped into a realm governed by raw desire. And as his tongue expertly found its way to my aching entrance, a surge of intense pleasure washed over me, solidifying my resolve to remain in this captivating trance.

I became certain that I had no desire to return to reality.

The only thing separating the two of us is the thin fabric of my panties.

He continues to lick me, and I can't hold back and moan. He starts licking me even faster, and suddenly, he rips my panties at an absurd speed and precision, I just heard the noise of the fabric tearing, and when I looked, he was already licking me again.

I shouldn't be feeling this way about a wolf. What is my damn problem?

Abruptly, I feel his licks get gentler, and when I look back at Troy, I see it's not Troy anymore. It's Kaiden.

He shifted and is now licking my pussy.