He uses his big body to steer me, walking me slowly backward until my shoulders hit the cold metal of the SUV. The jolt is sharp, a solid impact that only feeds the fire roaring through my system.
I’m trapped.
Pinned between the unyielding steel at my back and the powerful man at my front.
My alpha instincts snarl in my chest, telling me to fight back. To dominate. But I don't want to fight.
I want to be owned.
I wedge a hand between our bodies, my knuckles scraping against the hard planes of Gray’s abs as I force my way down. My fingers find the rigid line of his cock straining against his jeans.
Christ, he’s fucking solid, a bar of hot iron encased in denim.
I can feel the frantic, trapped pulse of it through the fabric.
My thumb brushes over the head, and the denim is already soaked there, a growing circle of wetness that’s slick and hot. The scent of his pre-cum hits me, cutting through the night air, and my mouth waters with a primal need to be fucking possessed.
I need his skin on mine.
Now.
With a frustrated grunt, I abandon his cock and grab the hem of his shirt, yanking it up. He lifts his arms enough so I can pull the damn thing over his head, tossing it aside. My hands are back on him instantly, roaming over the warm, bare skin of his chest, tracing the muscles and feeling his heart hammering under my palm.
Grason’s hands tug at the hem of my shirt. His knuckles brush my skin as he fists the fabric, then he rips it upward. I have to lift my arms for him to pull it over my head, and the second it's gone, his hands are back on me.
They're hot and possessive, skimming up my sides, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. They pebble instantly,a sharp jolt of pleasure that goes straight to my aching cock.
Then he leans in, his lips grazing the shell of my ear, his voice a low, rough rumble that vibrates through my entire body.
"Look at you," he breathes, his words a hot brand against my skin. "All that alpha strength, and you're quivering for me. This body, this power...it's all mine, isn't it, Warren? Every inch."
My alpha instincts bristle against his words, hissing at the idea of being owned by a younger, less experienced alpha. And yet…it thrills me in a way I can’t describe.
"Then fucking take it," I snarl, my hands fisting in his hair, yanking his head down so I can glare into his smoky hazel eyes. "Stop talking and fuck me, Grason.Now."
Grason sucks in a sharp breath, his chest expanding against mine, and the possessive glint in his eyes ignites into pure, unadulterated fire. He likes that. He likes my demand and my surrender.
"Fuck," he growls, the sound a low vibration that I feel in my bones. "The shit you do to me.”
Then, in one powerful move, his big hands clamp down on my hips, and he spins me, shoving me toward the open back door of the SUV. Gravel crunches under my boots as he pushes me forward, shoving my upper body down so half of me is in the car and half out.
I plant my feet on the side of the road, legs braced wide as my bare chest lands flush against the cool fabric of the backseat.
Tansy is inches away from me. Still completely passed out, breathing slow and soft.
Her face, slack with the deepest sleep, is turned toward me on the worn leather of the backseat. Her lips, nowslightly parted, puff out soft, even breaths that I can feel on my arm.
The black corset she’s wearing is a stark contrast against her soft, tan skin. The rigid boning forces her waist into an impossible hourglass, making her big tits spill out over the top, threatening to escape with every shallow breath she takes.
Below the corset, her hips are clad in lacy black panties, the intricate fabric giving a tantalizing peek of the soft skin beneath.
And then there are her thigh-high stockings.
The dark bands hug her plush thighs tightly, the flesh squeezing out around the elastic in a way that’s both sweet and obscene.
She’s a picture of pure, innocent perfection, curled up in a ball, completely unaware of the vulgar act taking place right next to her.
And for some reason that keys me up even more.
