Male alpha werewolf x female reader (nsfw) (Patreon)

Surprise story for you. Here's 1489 words of alpha werewolf smut. It's nsfw right off the bat and has no plot.

Content: cis female reader, penetrative sex, knotting, reader receives oral, shifted sex, domineering wolf who'd submit to his human mate if she asked literally anything of him, use of the endearment 'baby'.

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“Did you at least think of me?”

Riker barges his way into the hallway of your apartment and crowds you against the wall immediately, his eyes flashing from their usual dark brown to a bright, aggressive, alpha gold. His lips pull back and he snarls at you, leaning down and nuzzling into your neck like he means to devour you. He rakes thick, sharp canines across your pulse and a low, resonant growl fills your ears.

“Think of you when, Rike?” you manage to gasp just before he grabs you by the hips and tugs himself even closer. The front door closes with a slam as he kicks it shut behind him.

He doesn’t like what you said. He’s an alpha wolf and he doesn’t like having people question him. Even you. He tolerates it though, because he loves you, and he lets you get away with things no wolf would ever dare.

“When you had your fingers buried in your wet cunt,” he snarls back at you, tugging your head to one side by a fistful of your hair to expose your neck even further. “I can smell it on you,” he adds, laving a hot stripe over your skin before biting and sucking a bruise there so hard you cry out and your knees buckle. As you cling to him, he speaks again, though it’s more animal growl than human language. “I could smell it from up the corridor too.”

You don’t have an answer for him just then. Of course you were thinking of him, but you can’t really form words when he’s pressing you back into the wall and rutting his hard cock against your body through his clothes.

“Well?” Riker snaps, eyes still gold and his face full of possessive anger.

“Yes!” you pant. “Yes, I thought of you!”

“Good girl,” he sighs and something inside you uncoils. “Fuck, did I not do a good enough job last night? You had to go again this morning without me?”

You whimper a little as he puts both hands on your hips and grips you hard enough that you think he might pick you up and sling you over his shoulder. Again.

“I couldn’t help myself,” you moan. Images flash through your mind and half-remembered sensations skitter across your skin as you recall the way he fucked you the previous night, losing control of his wolf and shifting halfway through. Gods, what a sight Riker was when he let the beast show.

He locked his fat knot in you and fucked you til you nearly passed out, snarling and snapping his jaws in your face and thrusting his cock deep inside you. You need it again. You need it now.

“Riker…” you mewl as he fills your whole awareness.

“What do you need, baby?” he croons. “You need me again?”

“Yes…”

And he does pick you up, but this time it’s in his arms instead of over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. He sweeps you off your feet and surges through the apartment towards your bedroom, where he dumps you in the middle of your bed and looms large as a nightmare at the end of it. Except he’s not a nightmare. He’s yours. He’s six foot nine and broad across the chest as a city bus, with shaggy dark hair and flaming golden eyes, and he’s shaking now like he’s on the verge of a shift. Again.

You squirm a little where you’re lying on your back, the plunging neckline of your top sliding to one side to reveal a sliver of one breast, and he licks his teeth like he’s going to consume you.

Then he’s kneeling on the bed and he’s quite literally tearing your clothes off you.

“Rike!” you protest, but he silences you by taking your nipple in his teeth and then sucking hard enough to make your back arch.

“I’ll buy you more,” he promises, soothing the tingling sting in your breast with his big, rough hand while he turns his attention to the other. “I promise, baby. I need you, ok? I need you now. I can’t wait. Gods, fuck, I can smell you. You smell so good. You’re mine, baby, aren’t you? ‘Cause I’m yours. I’m all yours, baby.”

He’s only like this when he’s really desperate and really turned on, and it makes you wetter than anything in the whole world ever could.

“I’m yours, Rike. I’m yours. Please…”

He tears off the rest of your clothes and rips them away, leaving you naked on your bed. Then he sheds his own clothing before returning to the bed with a constant, thunderous growl.

He scoops his arms under your thighs and yanks you roughly down towards his face where he’s kneeling on the bed between your spread legs. You were right. He does devour you. His tongue savours you, teases you, then slides inside you and worships you. He’s moaning and rutting his leaking cock against the duvet beneath him, humping it like a dog, desperate to come but determined to feel you come before he does.

When you do, he pulls your core close to his face and presses his tongue just so against you while your whole body convulses against the insistent heat of his tongue and his mouth and the two fingers crooked inside you.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna —” he manages to grunt before he pulls back and the wolf takes over.

The fur ripples up his spine and his hands turn to clawed paws, more dexterous than an animal’s but never quite as gentle as a human’s. Black fur covers his face and his jaw elongates into the muzzle of the wolf that you welcome into your arms and into your body on a regular basis. You don’t wait for the moon anymore. Riker shifts for you all the time. He can’t help himself most times.

Another long, resonant growl escapes him before he’s on you, sliding his huge cock inside you, lifting your left leg with his clawed hands so he can catch you just-so inside with the head of his cock.

“Ohhhh, fuck, Rike,” you groan, the words punched out of you in time with his deep thrusts.

His jaw gnashes and drool spatters down onto your bare breasts as he leans over you. He’s all wolf now, and he’s not going to stop until he’s knotted you. He’d stop if you told him to — you’re the only one who can command the alpha in full shift — but you have no intention of stopping him now.

You can feel his knot swelling, each thrust getting harder and harder to slide inside you despite how much mess you’re both making. You feel your own orgasm building for a second time but he snarls at you and quickens his pace. He wants to come now. He needs it. He needs the feel of you spasming around his fat knot. His mate.

Then, just like that, he’s too big to pull out, and the tension of his knot pulling on your entrance triggers his orgasm. Snarling and howling and fucking helplessly into you, he comes. He fills you utterly with his release, his knot pulsing against your walls and his cock buried to the hilt inside you.

“Riker!” you yell and he lifts his head, bearing your torso up in his arms too, and he howls as he empties himself inside you. He’s giving you everything he has; everything he is. He is the alpha, but he belongs to you.

When he finally stops coming, he slumps forwards, fucking his hips in gentle rocking motions against you and nudging your collarbones with his cold, wet nose. It takes you a moment behind the ringing in your ears to realise he’s whimpering.

“Rike?” you croak, cracking your eyes open to look up at him.

His big, triangular ears are folded back and he looks so damned sweet, it almost breaks your heart.

“I’m good,” you slur through a smile. “You’re perfect. I needed that. I needed you.”

Riker nuzzles against your cheek, his dark fur blending with the shadows in the room, and he covers you with his body while his knot sits deep inside you.

You kiss the tip of his muzzle and he huffs a little sneeze that makes you laugh, which makes your internal muscles clench around his still very-present knot. Riker whines, then nips playfully at your neck.

“Stop it,” you giggle, swatting vaguely at him. “You’re just gonna make me laugh again if you tickle me.”

He growls at you then, but it’s as harmless as a distant thunderstorm and you hug him round his big, furry neck.

“Don’t shift back?”  you murmur. “Stay like this for me?”

He nods. He can’t speak like this, but it doesn’t matter. You don’t need words between the two of you now. You just need him, and he can’t live without you.

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