I raked my fingers up his taut chest. “And what is theoh-so-scary-alphagoing to do to me?”
In one swift movement, he pulled me to the edge of the desk. I posted my forearms on the wood, leaning back and watching him yank down my bottoms and throw them to the other side of the room.
He leaned down, tongue immediately finding my clit. I drew my knees together, but he forced them apart and pinned my thighs to the desk. He inhaled deeply, eyes turning completely gold. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “I’ve been waiting so long to taste you.”
Pushing one finger inside of me, he continued to lap at my clit. I gripped the edge of the desk, trying to still my trembling body. My pussy clenched around him, and I bit my lip to muffle my moans.
He stared at me, golden eyes like the sun. Daring me to push him away. Daring me totryto push him away.
I shoved a hand through his hair, pulling him even closer. There was no pushing him away. I needed him closer, was aching to feel him inside of me, right here on his desk. His wolf overcome with so much fucking desire that he couldn’t hold back from thrusting his hard cock right into my tight little pussy and claiming me as his own.
It was what I had wanted. For him to claim me.
“Roman,” I said between shaky breaths.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue still moving in torturous circles, and pounded two fingers deep into me.
Someone knocked on the door, and I pressed my lips together, eyes widening. My core was aching with a rising pressure.
Roman didn’t stop. He continued to devour me—his stubble ticking my inner thighs, his hands pinning my legs to the desk, his fucking eyes taking in every inch of my body. I gazed at the door, worried.
They knocked again, and I bit my lip to hold in my moans. “Roman,” I whispered. My legs began to tremble, and I knew I was seconds away from releasing myself onto him. “Roman, please stop.”
“Alpha!” Vanessa’s nasally voice rang out through the door. I pressed my lips together. Oh, my Moon Goddess. I gulped, trying to draw my legs together again, but Roman pushed them down.
“Stop,” he ordered. “Look at me.” I gazed down at him, then back at the door. He growled and snatched my chin. “Me,” he said, voice full of dominance.
I gnawed on the inside of my cheek. “She’s going to come in,” I said in a hushed voice. There was no doubt in my mind that she would stroll right into Roman’s office in her little fucking bikini.
He released my chin, thrusting a finger back into my pussy and watching me squirm. “I will finish what’s mine. She will not interrupt me.” He pressed his tongue against my clit. One hand wandered up my torso to my breast, and he grasped it in his hand, pinching my nipple between his fingers.
I parted my lips, slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans, and came all over him. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed out of me, sending me higher than I had ever been. My mind was foggy, my whole body tingling. Yet he didn’t stop massaging my clit with his tongue.
Pressure rose in my core again. I curled a hand in his hair, brows furrowing. “Roman”—I threw my head back—“I’m going to...”
He wrapped an arm around my waist and picked me up off of the desk. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as his thrusted up into my pussy, hard and fast and so damn roughly. His canines grazed against my neck, poking the skin just barely.
“Yes,” I said softly into his ear. A rush of heat warmed my core. Hell, I didn’t even know what I had said or what he had done or what he would do. All I knew was that it felt too fucking good, and I wanted more. “Please.”
“Alpha Roman!” Vanessa said.
He growled loudly, and she quieted down, departing back down the hall.
Roman pressed his lips against my ear. “I want to hear you scream, Isabella. So fucking loud that everyone at this fucking party hears you.” He brushed his thumb against my swollen clit. “Cum for me.”
I parted my lips, my toes curling, and moaned his name, unable to hold it back.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, fingers slowing down until I had totally collapsed in his arms. He set me on his desk and leaned over me, placing his hands on either side of my thighs. He hung his head low, taking deep breaths to try to control his wolf.
After I ran my fingers through his hair, admiring it, he lifted his gaze to meet mine. His eyes were a beautiful, breath-taking gold.
All I could think about was staring into those eyes for the rest of my life, and it scared me because alphas were known to sleep with more than a few girls before they mated, and—it was so fucking wrong—but I wanted to be one of those girls. I’d be one of the lucky ones who got to see him under the moonlight, to draw my fingers across his cheeks when he was sleeping, to feel things like this because of him.
We gazed at each other for a few intimate moments, then he pulled away. I looked down at my lap, eyes flickering over the contents on his desk.
That look he gave me… it was so… so… different.
The crumpled sketch of me was sitting on his desk, next to his journal and a drawing of a Moonflower, his mother’s favorite. I brushed my fingers across the drawing, watched him retrieve my bikini from the other side of the room, and quickly hid the paper under the waistband of my skirt.
