That flutter of desire in her core sparked back to life, and she knew the exact moment her mate scented it. He stiffened above her, and then a fierce, sensual rumble sounded from his chest as his muscular body coiled around her.
He nipped her lower lip, grabbing her hips and holding her still as he rubbed his stiff cock over her wet pussy. “Do you need me, little mate?”
“Yes, Alpha.” Nessa pulled at the waistband of his boxers. “You’re wearing too much.”
Chapter 35
Every dark, depressing thought in Murphy’s head fled as he felt the heat of Nessa’s pussy against his hard cock, the scraps of clothing separating them nothing more than an easily managed obstacle.
Fuck, he’d missed this. Missed Nessa. The hours away from her had been unbearable. All he’d wanted to do was come home to her, wrap himself around her and breathe her in, content to let her scent and her presence eradicate the rage and hurt tormenting him.
He hadn’t expected her desire to perfume the air, though; for that sweet, tantalizing aroma to beckon him for more. Nor did he expect her to tug at his clothing, silently demanding he bare himself to her.
She wanted him, but he could sense that it was more than that. She was offering her body to him in order to ease his pain.
Murphy’s anger and frustration needed an outlet, something to stave off the unrelenting turmoil that seemed eager to plant itself inside his soul. And if Nessa wanted to be that outlet, to offer herself to him for a night of pleasure, he wouldn’t refuse.
He couldn’t refuse Nessa anything.
“Do you need my cock buried inside your pretty pussy, Nes, or do you want my tongue?”
He could already taste her on his lips, could already feel her thighs squeezed against the sides of his head as she moaned beneath him, her fingers twisting in his hair as he took his time licking over every decadent inch of her. He’d eaten her sweet cunt just this morning, had already learned several ways to make her come apart with just a few calculated strokes of his tongue.
He’d love to learn more.
Nessa’s eyes darkened, a sinful yet shy expression upon her face as she gazed up at him. A faint light shone from the electronic clock on her nightstand, allowing him to see her in perfect clarity. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, a deeper shade of coral that stood out beautifully against her tanned complexion. Her teal hair fanned out around her head like a halo, so bright against the gray sheets on her bed.
She was so tiny beneath him, and yet she felt so perfect in his arms.
It’s right where she belongs.
Nessa licked her lips, and he followed the movement, his cock twitching as lust burned in his gut.
“I want your cock inside me, Alpha,” Nessa whispered into the darkness, her words undoing him. “Please.”
Alpha.
Murphy closed his eyes as a sudden, frantic need clawed at him, his every instinct demanding he flip his mate onto herstomach, pin her beneath him, and pump his stiff length deep into her wet heat.
He wanted to fill her up over and over again, to fuck each ounce of frustration out of his system until there was nothing left but them. Nothing left but pleasure between them. Then he wanted to fall asleep with her cradled in his arms and his face buried in her hair.
“I don’t know if I can be gentle with you tonight,” Murphy rasped, unwilling to move a single muscle until Nessa understood where he was at emotionally. “I’m too on edge from today for anything else but a hard fuck.”
“I want you,” Nessa assured him. She curled her fingers around the waistband of his boxers, tugging one side down his hip. Her fingernails grazed over his skin and he shivered, need and desire burning him from the inside out. “Take me. Claim me.”
Whatever restraint Murphy was holding onto, it shattered then. With a savage growl, he grabbed hold of Nessa’s tank top, ripping it right down the middle.
She gasped as the material tore, the tattered remains falling to her sides and revealing her small breasts, her stiff brown nipples capturing his attention. Murphy dipped his head, grabbing onto Nessa’s hips as his mouth covered one peak.
He sucked the tip into his mouth, laving at the bud with his tongue. With a small whimper, Nessa reached into his boxers, her hand wandering to his ass. She pulled him closer to the center of her body, spreading her legs wide as she undulated her hips against his groin.
Murphy’s shaft twitched, a delicious pressure building in his cock that nearly had him groaning into her soft breast. Instead, he bit down gently on her nipple, growling appreciatively when the fragrance of her desire strengthened in the air.
Releasing her nipple, he blew onto the wet peak before moving to her other breast and teasing it with his mouth.
“This seems pretty gentle,” Nessa said breathlessly, squeezing his backside as she rolled her hips over his length, sending sparks of pleasure straight to his balls. “I thought you were going to fuck me—”
Murphy’s fingers tightening on her waist was the all warning he gave before he flipped her onto her stomach, pinning her beneath him. He inhaled roughly as her scent amplified; her need was as prevalent as his own in the darkness surrounding them. “Iamgoing to fuck you.”
