Mack straddles me and drops to his knees over my chest. “Open your mouth.”
This alpha I can trust. I open my mouth, and he feeds me something hot, sweet, and gooey. I moan around the hot marshmallow.
Mack’s gaze has turned intent, his body held in a perfectly frozen state.
Elijah holds out a stick. Mack reaches up without looking, takes the marshmallow, and feeds it to me.
I moan and suck on his thumb.
He groans, and I follow the long, hard ridges of his body hidden under a white singlet to find his jeans tenting. Heat sears my insides, hot and intoxicating. I slide my hand up, resting it on his thigh.
“Can I have another?”
Devon hisses, no longer laughing.
“You can have anything you want,” Mack says in a strangled voice and grabs another marshmallow. This time, I grab his hand, sucking on his index finger as I swallow the gooey mess.
Mack groans.
I suck and scrape my teeth over his hand, almost purring. I clench my thighs together and writhe, but I don’t look away from him.
Elijah and Devon sit on the sand near us. I’m aware of them but also of the distance, but then my attention returns to Mack and stays there.
“Mack?”
“Yeah.” His voice sounds rough, like I’ve tested his control.
“Make love to me.”
Mack leans forward, kissing me hard. “Are you sure?”
“Positive,” I say with a breathy moan against his lips.
He slides his hand up my body, and I lose myself in the feeling. Somehow he gets my clothes off, and I’m lying there staring at his face as his eyes drop and take me in. I lift my hand to cover myself, but he catches it and gently pushes it aside.
“You are beautiful,” he says roughly.
That slightly unhinged roughness melts my brain. I tug at his top, and he sits up to take it off, throwing it away, and now I can run my fingers over his wide chest. He was so skinny when we were younger.
“Mack,” I murmur and sit up, wrapping one arm around his neck to anchor me so I can kiss his jaw. The slight stubble scratches my lips, but it just makes it more real and more now.
“You just come back out of nowhere,” he growls. “I felt something about you, but now, this, I’m never going to let you go.”
I moan as he lays us down. He sucks on the side of my throat, leaving me moaning and clutching at his shoulder. The heat and heaviness of his body crush me to the blanket.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he rasps out in between moans as he kisses the curves of my breast.
“Yes, I’m sure. I want you to make me yours.”
Wait, what am I saying?
He growls and seizes my nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth. I arch up, clutching his head as he worships my breasts. He doesn’t stop until I can’t take it anymore, until my hips are rocking, and I’ve drenched the blanket. He pulls away, his eyes big and dark as he watches my reaction.
“Ready?”
“Ready?” I throw back at him. “I’m ready. Give me your cock, Alpha.”
He slides down between my legs.
