“But what if?—”
I silence him with a kiss, grinding into his stiff erection. I pause for air and whisper, “I’m not afraid of you.”
His giant hands trails down, sliding under my dress then up to cup my ass. His fingers are covered in calluses that only add to the sensation against my delicate skin, but it’s not enough.
Like a sex-crazed maniac, I graze my hand over the bulge in his pants.
“Faye,” he warns, pushing my hand away. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“Please.” I paw at his belt and let out a whine. “I need you, alpha.”
I must tap into his feral side because he growls, his rough hands coasting under my ass then over my wet panties.
“So much slick.” My toes curl as he plants kisses along my neck. “You don’t know how hard it’s been… Smelling you…Hearing you… Being so close to you during heat and not being able to touch you when it’s all I fucking wanted.”
“It’s all for you,” I moan, gripping his muscular back. “Please.”
He pulls his jacket off my shoulders then throws it onto the sand to use as a blanket. It’s so large that it’ll easily cover half my body. “Lie down.”
I scramble down onto it, need coursing through me as Damon drops to his knees.
I slip off my panties, feeling a new sense of bravery, knowing that I’m what he needs. He looks at me like a breakable object, so I need to show him I’m not as fragile as he thinks. That I can handle him. I inhale deeply then spread my legs wide for him.
“You’re everything.” He drags the tips of his fingers up my legs, eyes homed in on where they meet. “Everything I’ve been trying to run from. Everything that can make me lose control.”
“Don’t run, alpha,” I plead. “I’m not afraid.”
He crawls forward to kiss me. Tongues exploring, I tug at the bottom of his shirt before he pulls it over his head. I trail my fingers over the slightly raised scars covering his back, hidden behind his ink.
“Off.” He pulls at my dress. “Now.”
I slip it over my head, leaving me completely naked. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so my hard nipples beg for his attention.
His hand slides down my chest, between my breasts, over my stomach, then down between my legs to meet my heat.
“Mine.” He slips two fingers inside me, slathering them with slick. “All fucking mine.”
I gasp with every thrust of his fingers as he pushes them so deep that his fist graze my skin. My teeth ache, overcome by desire.
“More,” I demand, pushing my hips into him as he kneads my breast with his free hand. “I need more.”
I don’t care that we’re exposed, out in the middle of the mountains. Nothing is more important to me right now than me and my alpha. An alpha who has resisted our connection and convinced himself that he’s broken.
“I need your cock,” I plead as the flat of his rough palm rubs against my clit, driving me crazy. “Please, alpha.”
I wrap my arms around his neck as his fingers withdraw, but he pushes me down. He sweeps his hair out of his eyes, grunting with gritted teeth like he’s close to exploding with yearning. I want to make Damon unravel, to see who he really is, get a glimpse of what lies beneath that ripped, tattooed exterior. Raw. Unrestrained. The real Damon. That’s what I need.
“I’m not sure if I can,” he manages between heavy breaths. “Not when I’m like this. I can’t control?—”
“I don’t want you to control yourself!” I pull him on top of me then slide my hands into his pants to stroke his cock. I’m not used to talking dirty, but I’ve read enough books to know what to say. “I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget my own name. Can you do that for me, alpha?”
His cock twitches in my fist, a bead of pre-cum on its tip.
“Fuck me, Damon,” I order.
“You still want me? Even when I’m like this? What if I lose myself to rut?”
“Yes, I want you.” I roughly yank down his pants, grabbing his cock and guiding it to my entrance. He slips between my folds, getting covered in slick. “All of you.”
