Branson lies on the floor at my feet, looking up at me. His hands are under the back of his head, and now, in addition to all the hair on his head, face, and chest, I’m being subjected to a healthy dose of the hair in his armpits as well.
I’ve never realized how sexy an alpha’s armpits could be. I’m not sure how I missed it.
How in the world did I not know that having an alpha on the floor at my feet with his pits exposed might well be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen?
Because it is. It really is. It’s hot in a way that makes my knees weak. A way that makes me want to slide my pants down and squat over his face. A way that…
Okay. Okay. I see what’s happened.
I’ve taken a turn down the wrong path, and I need to calm down and think of something else.
I close my eyes and take a deep, cleansing breath.
I’m instantly transported back to the fuck on the sofa.
My arms were slung loosely around Branson’s neck, and I was arching back without a care in the world, or any concern for the limits of my spine. Branson chased my nipples with his lips and teeth, and every time he caught them, I screamed and came harder than before.
“What’s happening to us?” I babbled, not really expecting an answer.
He slowed and stopped thrusting, reaching up and running a lazy hand through my hair. His gaze was unsteady, eyes threatening to roll back, but he forced them to find mine. He looked different, like himself but not himself.
He looked exactly how I felt.
“We’ve gone wild, Lucy,” he ground out. The sound vibrated through me, coaxing another shuddering climaxout of me. “We’ve forgotten our conditioning. We’ve forgotten the rules, the real world, and everything that ever tried to tame us.”
My dick throbs at the memory, and once it starts, it doesn’t stop. It throbs so hard and consistently that it’s like the fucking thing has developed a heartbeat of its own.
“Do you want me to take care of you, Lucy?” offers a deep voice drenched in sex and honey.
I know I shouldn’t reply, but I’m not at my best, so I do. “How would you take care of me, hmm? It’s not like you can fuck me. Surely, even you know there’s no way I could take that right now.”
“I could suck you,” says the big man at my feet, his expression helpful and matter-of-fact.
It’s an offer that distracts me severely. It’s not that all alphas are hole-centric and reluctant to suck dick. It’s that enough of them are that it makes Branson’s offer give me pause.
“Or I could stroke you,” he suggests seamlessly. My dick twitches hopefully.
On the floor, Branson’s head tilts to the side as if to get a better vantage of me. His tongue peeks out between his lips. A glistening hint of pink that travels leisurely across pearly white teeth. “I could lick you where you’re sore.” My hole decides to get in on the action, clenching repeatedlyuntil a tiny trace of slick spills from me. Branson’s eyelids flutter, threatening to close as he inhales, but he fights it. “Let me help you, Lucy. My venom will help you heal.”
That snaps me out of it.
Please.
Alphas and their ridiculous determination to believe that their venom can heal bruised holes. It’s ridiculous. It’s been refuted in medical study after medical study, yet their dedication to the cause remains unshakable.
“That won’t be necessary,” I say firmly. Unfortunately, my voice chooses this moment to fade to nothing onwon’tand squeak loudly onnecessary.
The heartbeat in my dick doubles its pace.
My thumb finds its way to my waistband, hooks itself into it, and starts pushing down.
Branson’s lips curl in satisfaction, and a distinctI told you soair laps at my balls.
I can’t have that.
No. I’ll do many things, but I won’t stoop to letting an alpha think he knows me better than I know myself. Instead, I hurl myself into the bathroom, lock the door, and lean against it heavily as every ounce of my blood rushes to my dick.
What the fuck is happening to me?
