Chapter
Thirteen
CHARLOTTE
The world spun as Beck carried me to his bedroom. It tilted when he flung me onto the mattress.
I landed with a bounce, my head spinning faster. The hot ache between my thighs made me squirm. I reached for him, but he stepped back.
“Not yet.”
“When?” I demanded.
Humor flashed in his silver eyes. “Patience isn’t your strong suit, is it, sweetheart?”
“No.” Although, I’d never considered myself particularly frantic when it came tosex. But that was before I met Beck.
The humor in his face vanished, and something predatory glinted in his gaze. “Clothes off. Now.”
My pussy clenched at the command. Throat dry, I sat up and shrugged out of his coat. I removed my glasses and twisted so I could set them on the nightstand. Turning back, I pulled off my sweater and the thermal shirt beneath it. My breath hitched as I scooted to the edge of the bed and stood so I could toe off my boots.
Beck’s sharp eyes missed nothing. He watched like he intended to make sure I did everything right. Like he’d step in and administercorrectionif I stumbled or went too slowly.
I stepped out of my jeans, leaving me in my black bra and panties.
His nostrils flared. “All of it.”
My heart thumped harder. “You’re wearing a lot of clothes right now.”
He folded his arms, his muscles bulging. His expression didn’t change, but something buzzed in the air. As a kid, I’d hated my foster parents’ basement. Their house was old, and the space was unfinished and stuffed with castoff furniture and boxes of moth-eaten clothes. A single bulb had provided the sole illumination, its meager light leaving the corners steeped in shadow. The air had always felt charged.Alive.
A similar sensation slipped around me now, making goosebumps pebble my skin. But it didn’t dampen my desire. Because its source stood steps away, observing me with metallic eyes that promised I’d love whatever punishment followed disobedience.
Stifling a moan, I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it slip from my shoulders and fall to the ground.
“Good girl,” Beck murmured in a voice almost too deep to understand. “Keep going.”
I slid my panties down my legs, biting my lip at the sight of the prominent wet patch on the cotton. Then I straightened, totally nude in the afternoon sunlight pouring through the window.
“Your glasses,” Beck said, his voice rough with command. “Put them back on.”
Heat flooded my face as I turned to the nightstand, and my hand shook a little as I slid the frames back on.
Beck’s eyes darkened. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Now turn around and get on the bed. I want you on your hands and knees facing away from me.”
My nipples ached, the tips a lurid pink as I slowly pivoted. Somehow, wearing my glasses made me feelmorenaked. I suspected Beck knew it. His gaze was a brand on my skin, his power crackling in the air between us.
No, hismagic. That was the presence I felt. He’d unleashed whatever power made him alpha, and now he used it to fuel the lust between us.
The mattress dipped as I crawled onto the bed, a sweet lassitude in my limbs. Cool air caressed the hot, swollen flesh between my legs.
“Go to your forearms,” Beck said behind me. “And raise your ass. You’re not hiding anything from me.”
Desire swept me like I’d been thrust into a blast furnace. A moan trembled in my throat, and I dug my teeth into my lip as I complied, more air currents teasing my pussy.
Behind me came the rustle of clothing. The click of a belt buckle being undone, followed by the soft thump of a coat hitting the ground.
“You have no idea how gorgeous you look,” Beck said. “How perfect you are like this, your ass spread for me, your pussy dripping wet. Ready and waiting for my cock. Knees wider, Charlotte. I think you can make a little more honey for me. I want to see it pooling in that pretty little cunt of yours.”
