Each tug at Bisi’s nipple caused a spasm of painful need in her abdomen and a jerking of her clit against her mate’s body, “Mari!” she pleaded, but instead of respite, Mari intensified the torture as she had said she would. Her mouth closed over Bisi’s dark nipple and she drew on it, her tongue wrapping around it, hot and wet. The firm suction was maddening—Bisi could feel it everywhere. Her hands flew to the bedspread, grabbing handfuls of it, fingers digging into it so hard that she half expected to feel them tear through the fabric. “Mari! Mari! Nnngh! Oh, god! Mari, please!” 

Sharp-edged teeth sank into the stiff, furled flesh and an even more intense tug made Bisi cry out helplessly. She stared at the ceiling, mindless, frantic with need. 

Mari leaned over and subjected the other nipple to the same abuse with tongue and teeth, a caressing hand sliding down over Bisi’s belly, fingers slipping under the waistband of her jeans to brush against the tip of Bisi’s clit. Mari lifted her head to ask, “Is there anything you don’t like? Or don’t want me to do?”

Bisi tried to comprehend what she was being asked. She legitimately tried. She could only think of one thing she didn’t like in that moment—“Just don’t stop, Temi.”

Mari smiled. “I wasn’t planning on it, but tell me if things change,” she said as she nuzzled Bisi’s belly with her nose. “Bisi, you’re so beautiful. And you smell so good. And you taste so, so good.” She nipped Bisi’s skin just beside her belly button and then crawled backwards enough that she was straddling Bisi’s thighs. She reached for the button of the jeans and popped it free and then slowly and carefully slid the zipper down. As she spread the fly open, the blaze of red across the tops of Mari’s cheeks deepened. “Bisi,” she murmured running the pad of her finger over the drenched sable head of Bisi’s clit, “You’re all wet.”

“Not…my…doing…Temi!” Bisi panted, lifting her hips as Marisol  stripped her jeans off in a series of hurried tugs, and threw them over the footboard. She watched Mari’s face, wanting to see her reaction. She’d been a few people’s first experience with a female Alpha, but she’d never been nervous about it. She’d had no reason to be nervous—she never got poor reviews for packaging or performance. With Mari, it was different. She needed Marisol to like her, to want her, to love her someday.

Mari bit her lip and let her slick finger slide down the length of Bisi’s clit, over the glossy, stretched-taut ebony skin, all the way to the base and then she looked up, her gaze soft with wanting. “Bisi,” she said, “I want you bad bad.”

Bisi couldn’t stay still any more. Reaching for Mari to keep her steady, she pushed herself up to a seated position and then dragged Mari forward, wrapping an arm around her. With the other, she hungrily pulled Mari’s face to hers and sank her tongue inside the mouth that had been tormenting her with its softness and heat. She ravaged Mari’s mouth ruthlessly, too hungry for restraint, but Mari gave as good as she got, goading Bisi to go further. Finally one of them pulled away for air and Bisi bent and lightly scraped the side of Mari’s neck with her fang as Mari reached for Bisi's swollen clit. 

Mari shivered and moaned, and her hand closed around the shaft of Bisi’s clit and she squeezed hard. Bisi sucked in air through her teeth, the pleasure keen as a scalpel. 

Mari jerked her hand back. “Did I hurt you? Was that too hard?”

Bisi reached out and guided Mari’s hand right back to where it had been. “No, Temi. It felt very good, that’s all. Don’t stop.”

“I know a clit is more sensitive, I didn’t even mean to squeeze, really, I just got really… when you…” Mari gestured vaguely at the pink fang marks on her neck with her free hand, blushing ferociously. “I just didn’t want to hurt you.”

“My clit is not so different from yours, love. The shaft is not terribly sensitive—squeezing feels very good, stroking feels very good, the head yes, is quite sensitive, more sensitive than a penis, certainly… but not as sensitive as yours, either. The nerve endings are spread out a bit more. Hands and mouths feel good, teeth and nails not forbidden, but used with care. 

“The skin is so soft, here, Bisi,” said Marisol, sweeping her thumb over the surface of the head in circles. “So… puffy and pretty. I love it so much.” Bisi threw her head back and Mari leaned in and raked her fangs over the front of her throat, beginning to stroke Bisi’s clit in long, slow, twisting pumps. “So, I can kiss you here?” 

“Ahhh!” Bisi cried out as the combination of words and strokes overwhelmed her momentarily. If she hadn’t come fifteen minutes ago, it would have finished her off. “Yes! You can! You… can…” she groaned.

“¡Me alegro!” murmured Mari, kissing Bisi’s throat a little more, continuing to stroke, her palm loving the feel of Bisi, her tongue loving the taste of Bisi, her nose loving the scent of Bisi. There were so many places on Bisi that she wanted to explore, so many textures and colors and scents that pleased her. She had wondered how she’d react to getting her hands on her first female Alpha body. She’d dated a Beta woman for a while in college, casually, and they’d fooled around, of course, and KC had been fun and very hot and incredibly good with her hands and mouth. Mari had learned a lot from her, actually. But KC had not been interested in anything serious, and when Mari had started to be interested in something serious with KC, KC had, albeit in a friendly fashion, bailed. They’d only been together for a few months, but it had taken Mari a few more months after that to get over her. 

Mari had been with a few male Alphas and Betas, too, over the years, and she had her own body that she’d thoroughly explored, obviously, so she had an array of anatomical experience. She’d figured that Bisi’s anatomy wouldn’t be all that different from the things she was used to. She’d been wrong. Bisi’s was an amalgamation of everything she’d ever been drawn to. Long neck. Lean, muscled arms and shoulders. Long waist. High, shallow breasts. Dark nipples. Flat, muscled belly. Long legs. Strong thighs. A cut ass. White teeth. Hard jaw. High cheekbones. Full lips. Some trivial extras, too— Brains. Manners. Kindness. Humor. Affection. And then there was the column of heated flesh that Mari was lovingly petting… She’d seen pictures of nude female Alphas before, obviously. And video. Artwork. A live performance art piece once. Nottttttt the same. Not the same, as it turned out.

Mari was literally salivating at the idea of Bisi filling her mouth. Her eyelids dropped as her imagination ran away with her. Bisi’s clit was just so long, and thick, and dark, and glossy, and best of all? Cushy. So, so cushy. It was hard, too, certainly. Mostly hard. But wrapped around that rigid core ? A squeezable, pliant layer of heavenly human flesh. Like an erect cock…with a sweet tooth. Why had no one ever told Mari about the cushiness? After she finished devouring the thing, Mari thought she might want to ride it more or less endlessly. She was going to get them tested, too, because as soon as she possibly could, she was going to ride it without a condom. God, she loved her IUD. 

She bent her neck to nip one of Bisi’s collarbones, to scrape the bridge of her nose over it a few times. Smelled… so good. So incredibly good. Nothing could ever smell as good. Realization dawned. She inhaled again. Sweet. Grassy. Warm. Clean. No, really, it was more than a smell, it was like a drug. Every part of her melted. She was unbelievably slick. There was no way there was any other Alpha on this planet who would ever affect her this way. Thankfully! She wouldn’t have been able to function if other very attractive people had had this effect on her. 

Bisi must be feeling something very similar or else she wouldn’t have said Mari was hers like that. Mari believed her, too. She couldn’t help believing her. The way Bisi looked at her was something else. Especially when her eyes turned. It didn’t seem… it was weird. Bisi obviously thought so, too, looking very briefly stunned each time her eyes shifted. Mari guessed that she looked at Bisi in some strange and borderline indecent ways, too. The eyes were the windows to the soul, after all, and the way Marisol had fantasized about Bisi all week had been pretty indecent. Bisi was right. This was…done. Decided for them. No one else would ever make Mari feel like this, that’s just the way it was, but it was ok, because it was the same for Bisi. They’d grow into this together. Her hand slowed and then stilled. She looked up just as Bisi raised her head and looked down at her. 

“Bisi, I get it now, I think. You’re mine. Eres mia. Mi media naranja. Realmente,” Mari said in a shaky voice.