“You are so sweet.” Warren stands up slowly. He towers over me, his height forcing me to tip my head back to look him in the eye. While he’s not as big as Gray, I still feel small in the best possible way, fragile and protected beneath his shadow. “How did we get so lucky to find you?”
He takes a step toward me, closing the little distance between us, his presence overwhelming my senses.
In the past, I would have backed up, but not anymore.
I want himcloser.
I need him to touch me. I need his heat, his weight, his scent to consume me until there’s nothing left but us.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” Warren whispers, and I nod, the movement loose like I’m lost in a daze.
“Okay,” I say, already breathless.
Slowly, Warren lifts his hand and slides it around to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair. He grips the roots, making my head tip back, then in one sharp, possessive motion, he jerks my body against his. The airleaves my lungs in a rush as my chest collides with his hot skin.
Before I can even think, his mouth crashes down on mine.
He kisses me hard and fast, the sudden passion making my head spin. His lips mold against mine, his tongue sweeping past my lips and tangling with mine. It makes my knees weak, and my toes curl.
Every inch of me is alive, burning with a heat that matches his own as he devours me, holding me so tight I couldn't escape if I wanted to.
Then Warren moves, guiding me backward, step by step. My backside hits the bathroom counter, the solid edge pressing into me. Hands slide down my sides and around, gripping my ass, then I am lifted off the floor as if I weigh nothing at all.
My hands fly to Warren’s shoulders. The world tilts for half a second before he sets me down on the counter. Cool porcelain hits the back of my thighs.
The alpha’s body slots in close, familiar and overwhelming. My legs fall open instinctively, settling around his hips, anchoring me there without either of us saying a word.
The kiss slows, then deepens. It turns less frantic and more deliberate, like he’s losing a battle, his grip tightening at my waist.
"You taste like fucking heaven," he murmurs against my mouth, his voice a ragged scrape of sound. "I need more,” he pants. “I need to taste all of you." He pulls back just enough to look me in the eye, his gaze burning with a wild, desperate intensity. "Let me taste you, Tansy. Please."
I barely have time to gasp, to process the question, before he drops to his knees in front of me.
The movement is sudden, powerful, driven by a need that borders on feral.
Warren’s hands grip my thighs, pushing them wide, spreading me open for his gaze. My heart hammers against my ribs, a mix of shock and electric anticipation flooding my veins.
I realize with a jolt that I’m not wearing any panties under my thin nightgown, and I’m instantly bare to him. His eyes widen, locking onto the apex of my thighs, and a low, guttural growl tears from his throat.
"Fucking perfect," he breathes, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight of me.
My folds are already wet, glistening with slick, betraying just how much I want this, how much I need him.
He leans in, his nose brushing against my inner thigh, inhaling my scent deeply. The air between us crackles, the tension thick and suffocating in the best way possible.
Warren licks his lips, then opens his mouth. He dives in, his hot tongue brushing a broad stripe up my center. My back arches hard, a muffled cry tearing from my throat as he begins to lavish me with attention. He licks and sucks my clit with a desperate, hungry intensity, like he's starving for my taste. Hands grip my thighs tight, holding me open as he feasts, his stubble rasping against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, adding a sharp, delicious friction to the overwhelming pleasure.
My body responds instantly.
My hips buck against his face, seeking more of that exquisite pressure. My head falls back, hitting the mirror with a dull thud, but I don't care. I'm drowning in sensations.
Every flick of his tongue sends electricity straight to my core, winding me tighter and tighter. I can feel the slickgathering rapidly, coating his chin as he devours me. I am wildly, uncontrollably turned on; my entire being focused on the heat of his mouth and the rhythmic movements of his tongue as he drives me relentlessly toward the edge.
My fingers fly to Warren's hair, tangling in the damp strands and gripping tight, holding him to me. I’m desperate, seeking an anchor as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch.
His tongue works me over with wild precision, circling my clit before sucking it into his mouth, and I can feel the orgasm rushing toward me like a freight train. My thighs tense, muscles locking up, and I squeeze his face hard, trapping him against me.
The pressure coils impossibly tight in my belly, snapping violently.
