Her hand wrapping around my pulsing cock rips me out of my trance, and I groan, my head dropping forward as I feel the heat of her touch sending shockwaves through me. She’s tentative at first, but the way her fingers grip me, the way her palm moves in slow, steady strokes, has me losing all control.
I buck against her hand like a goddamn teenage boy. My Alpha snarls, low and guttural, a deep warning rumbling in my chest. My instincts are screaming at me to take her, to mark her, but I force myself to pull away for a second, needing to catch my breath.
But she’s looking at me with hazy eyes, letting me know she’s been waiting for this. Craving it. Her fingers work faster now, a little bolder, and when she leans forward, her lips brush against my ear, and my whole body tightens with desire.
“Please,” she whispers, and that’s all it takes.
I grab her by the waist, hoisting her up against me as my lips crash down on hers again, tasting her sweetness, losing myself in the heat of her. I can feel her heart pounding beneath her skin, and the warmth of her slick, thick, and pulsing, surges through me, urging me to claim her, to bury myself inside her and never let go.
And god, I will.
I spread her legs wider, feeling her soft skin against my palms as I slide my hands up the insides of her thighs. Her body trembles beneath me as I watch her slick dribble down her ass crack. What a vision, this goddess of mine. She’s a delicate bird in my grasp, but she’s so much more than fragile. She’s mine. She’salwaysbeen mine.
The realization roars through me, a fierce, possessive wave that makes my blood boil.
I want her.
All of her.
For eternity.
I lean down and kiss her again, deeper this time, my tongue slipping past her lips, claiming her in the way I’ve been aching to. I move lower, tasting the salt of her skin, the warmth of her pulse thrumming under my mouth as I kiss the hollow of her throat, trailing a line of fire down her chest.
Her breath hitches, her soft whimpers turning into gasps, and those sounds, god, those sounds, are a drug I’m addicted to. Every whimper, every breathless plea only makes me want to push harder, faster. I’m going to make her scream my name. I’m going to make her beg me to never stop.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, my lips brushing over the delicate skin, and I feel her warmth radiating. She’s already so soaked for me, her scent driving me insane. I finally slip my tongue inside her, tasting her sweet warmth, and I know that I’m addicted.
I could spend the rest of my life between her legs, ignoring my responsibilities, and I’d be the happiest Alpha alive. I can’t help but groan, the sound deep and possessive.
Her body is already trembling with need, and I’m just getting started. My tongue moves in sensual strokes, teasing, tasting, pushing her closer to the edge with every pass. Her thighs slip over my shoulders, clenching around my face, as if she means to suffocate me. What a way to go.
Her pulse flickers under my tongue as I press it into her desperate little clit that swells so sweetly for me. Her back arches off the couch, pushing that precious pink pussy harder against my mouth. Her body is desperate for more, and I won’t let her down.
I’ll never let her down the way this town has.
“Beck,” she gasps, breathless, needy, a sound that shoots straight to my knotted cock.
It’s a command. My name on her lips.
And when her hands tangle in my hair, I pause.
I stop for a second, raising my head, locking eyes with her. The hunger in her gaze is undeniable, and I feel my chest tighten with possessiveness, a primal urge bubbling up that I can’t ignore. She’s mine, and when I’m done with her, the entire town will know it.
“Please,” she whines, her hands trying to shove my face back between her legs.
I slide my hands up her sides, gripping her waist to pull her closer. My eyes flick to her neck, where the pulse of her life beats against her skin.
I raise up, climbing up her body—much to her disappointment, with that lower lip of hers jutting out. She’s so cute when she’s needy. I lean down again, pressing my lips to her soft throat. My teeth graze her skin, my tongue teasing the sensitive spot where I’m about to mark her.
She shudders beneath me, her body practically begging for me to claim her.
“I’m going to mark you, Lo,” I murmur against her skin.
Her breath catches, her hands fisting in the cushions as she tries to catch her breath.
“Please, Beck…” she whimpers, a plea in her words, but it’s not fear. It’s hunger. She wants this as much as I do.
It’s the only command I need.
