“Wait,” he said, looking me in the eye. “I want you astride me.”
My mind flooded with images of Tak beneath me—a powerful alpha giving me absolute control. It hardly seemed natural, so I hesitated. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”
“I think we should,” he said, his tone raw and needy.
I’d heard stories about alphas taking charge in the bedroom. Tak didn’t have a submissive bone in his body, so why would he allow a female wolf to dominate him?
“I thought you were used to doing all the work?”
His roving hand made me forget the question. “Beautiful, I’m tired of rules.”
Tak rolled onto his back, taking me with him. He looked at me in awe, excitement stirring in his eyes. My long hair curtained my body like a veil, shading my breasts from his view.
“Touch yourself.” He brushed my hair behind my shoulders.
I circled my fingers around my nipples, watching how his eyes hooded and his breath caught in his chest. When I rose up on my knees and allowed my hand to travel between my legs, Tak licked his lips. What did he want to see? How far did he want it to go?
Then I noticed he couldn’t move his head since his hair was pinned behind him. “Lean up.” When he rose up on his elbows, I pulled his handsome mane free and draped it behind the pillow as he lay back down.
I saw no flaws. Only a selfless man who hid behind humor and a scary tattoo. Tak was the most magnificent alpha male I’d ever laid eyes on, and not just for his physical traits. His character outshone everyone else.
Empowered by my new position, I splayed my fingers across his torso and watched his eyes close. He gripped my thighs, pushing me down his legs until I could see his masculine form.
“You make everything so easy,” I whispered.
His eyes remained closed. I had once believed that an experienced man could teach me how to please an alpha. What a foolish notion. I’d never known an alpha could have such patience and understanding. It only fueled the passion between us to know that he was mine to touch, to look upon, to master.
Curious, I looked down at his throbbing erection. The taut skin revealed engorged veins. When I touched the tip, he hissed through his teeth as if I’d hurt him, so I snapped my arm back.
He put his hands beneath his pillow. “Do that again.”
I brushed my fingertips over the sloped head and it jerked up.
A sly grin hooked up his cheek, and he made it jerk again. Tak’s eyes remained closed, allowing me to admire how amazing he was. Every inch of him.
I gripped his thick shaft in my hand, the skin smooth and warm against my palm. I enjoyed petting him, so I held his erection against my belly and stroked it with my other hand.
Tak’s hips surged beneath me, his head thrashing from left to right.
His tortured reaction left me bemused. Maybe he didn’t like foreplay half as much as I did. When I rose up on my knees and leaned forward, stroking him against my slick entrance, he nearly bucked me off the bed.
The pillow twisted within Tak’s grip as he continued…nottouching me. And the longer he withheld, the more I craved his hands on my body.
I flattened my palm against his shoulder, using my other hand to position the blunt head of his shaft inside me. Afraid he was silently judging my every move, I anchored both hands on his chest and slowly lowered myself.
Tak looked like a man unraveling at the seams. He turned his head to the side, his teeth biting into his flexed bicep. It was a wild image—one I knew I’d carry in my mind for years to come. When he was deep inside me, all the way to the hilt, I draped myself over his chest like a blanket and nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck. I’d never felt so connected to anyone.
“Is this okay?” I asked, feeling his strong heart beating with mine.
He wrapped his thick arms around me and kissed my forehead. “More than you’ll ever know.”
Being with Tak was so different from my first lover, who’d criticized me for making noise or not moving the way he wanted. Tak didn’t bark orders, and it made me want to take my time and savor him. I kissed his neck, listening to his soft grunts as I worked my way up his jaw.
Tak moved beneath me like a gentle wave, his mouth against my ear. The intonation and dialect was a familiar sister language to my own, and though his words were foreign, my body became the interpreter. He caressed the planes of my back down to the swell of my hips, and when I rocked against him, he growled deep in his chest.
Pleasure spiked through me. I moved to sit up, but he caught my wrists and held me to him.
“I’m not finished.” Tak traced his tongue from the base of my neck to my chin before our lips met.
