He peels it open, and I half sit up; the bitterly cold air is such a relief. After turning the lamp on, Cyn reaches out and hands me his drink bottle. I take it gratefully.
“What were you a furnace in another life?” I grumble.
“I can’t help that I’m so hot it radiates off me.” He’s so close he can hear me through the rain and wind. So close that if I turn my head, my lips will brush against his cheek.
I roll my eyes and lie back down. Once again, he shoves his arm under my head and lies on his side, staring at me. The world is going to hell outside, but this alpha is looking at me like I’m all he can see.
I’m still too hot.
“This is not an invitation,” I warn him, my heart beats hard in my chest. My mouth goes dry.You are playing with fire, Bonnie. Oh, but I do love to burn.
“Got it.”
I shimmy out of my shorts and then pull my top off.
“Well, this development is absolutely fucking awesome,” he says in my ear when I lay back down.
I growl at him but relax in his arms, closing my eyes. “Oh, this feels good.”
Cyn doesn’t say anything; the lantern clicks off, plunging us back into the dark. He just reaches out and starts tracing patterns over my skin lightly. I shudder and stare at where I know his face is. In the dark, if I leaned forward and kissed him, would it count?
Lightning flashes, and all I can see is a ravenous look on his face. It’s instant arousal, painfully hungry want just from a look on his face. Thunder booms, andhe rolls towards me; for a second, all I can feel is his body, his hard, very hard, cock pressed to my hip, a brand, a temptation.
“What are you thinking?” Cyn whispers, and I wonder if he can read my mind.
“I was thinking about the storm.”
Cyn chuckles. “Liar,” he says.
Cyn’s finger traces down my side and over my panties.
“I see Vale gave these back,” Cyn murmurs.
“It’s not right, stealing someone’s undies.”
“We’re not good guys, we’re alphas,” Cyn purrs and touches the skin just below my belly button. I quiver, sucking in air and trying not to choke on it.
“What are you doing, Cyn?” I whisper.
“I’m going to make you feel good,” he murmurs and tracks down. He gets to my underwear again and traces the band lightly before he drives his fingers underneath it and slides down to where I am already soaking.
“Cyn,” I breathe his name. “We shouldn’t-”
“Don’t make a sound, Bonnie. I don’t want to have to go out in the rain and kill anyone tonight.”
I shudder as his fingers glide over me and between my legs. For a moment, he just cups me, and then he presses.
It’s like the dam bursts; every feeling and reaction I was trying to hold at bay goes out the window. Lightning and thunder, rain and wind, it’s all gone.
He leans forward, so I can feel his breath on my cheek. I’d simply have to turn my head towards him.Just bridge the gap. Do it!
My toes curl, and I grab his arm, holding him to me.
“That’s it, my sweet, gorgeous omega. Spread your legs and let me make you feel good.”
Somehow, without me consciously deciding, I obey him, giving him more room. A finger slides through my slick and deep into me.
I claw at him, my head falling back on his arm. He follows me down, his mouth finding my jaw and leaving scorching kisses up to my lips.
