Idip my head as my nostrils flare with her sweet scent. “This might surprise you, but I’ve had a lot of sex in my life. Nearly all of it without any emotions attached. I thought it might be nice to try it with feelings for once.” I tug her even closer, growling as I push my lips to hers.
Charlotte wraps her arm around the back of my neck, and I take that as a signal to pick her up. Her legs circle my ass as she scrambles up my chest.
Taking a few steps, I slam her back against the wall near the breakfast nook. It helps hold her up while I devour her in sensual kisses that make my cock throb. These fucking pajama pants won’t do shit to hide my hard-on, but maybe that’s a good thing.
I have no problem with her seeing how desperate I am for her. I grind against her core, pushing her into the wall as I bring my hand to cradle her jaw. She kisses me back like she needs me as much as I need her.
Charlotte lets me lead, but she uses her feet on the backs of my thighs to work her pussy over my cock. I love seeing her take what she wants. My fingers tease across her cheek as I bury my hand in her hair.
Our tongues clash, heat building between us. Cherry limeade floods the air, and my teeth ache. The scent of her pussy is about to do my head in. I was trying to be patient, but I think I walked us into a dangerous situation.
Mount.
Rut.
Breed.
Claim.
The caveman loop is out in full force. This is why it’s so dangerous for unbonded alphas to be close to potent omegas. All my thoughts are focused on how best to bite and breed her, and my dick jumps, leaking at the mental image of her pregnant with my baby.
She reaches between us, her hands dancing up my sides as she pulls the patterned pajama shirt off over my head. My chest rises in rapid pants as I catch my breath.
Charlotte stares at my chest and runs her nails down my abs. I’ve never been more grateful for the time I put in at the gym. She teases her fingers into the waistband of my pants and boxer briefs, cupping my shaft.
A low, dangerous growl rattles from my chest as I kiss her once more. Pulling her off the wall, I carry her over to the table and swipe the wrapping paper tubes out of the way. The plastic tape containers rattle against the tile floor, but I have one focus—hearing Charlotte scream my name.
I cradle her skull in my hand as I lower her to the table. It can’t be comfortable against her back and ass, which kinda makes me feel like a dick. I should be spoiling her, not about to fuck her brains out in a kitchen quickie.
Her cold hand tightens around my length as she jerks me as much as she can within the confines of the material, and I snarl against her lips.
The edges of my vision are hazy as I pull back to breathe, and I have tunnel vision on Charlotte’s gorgeous face.
Yeah, this is dangerous.
She’sdangerous.
Wanting her this much has to be dangerous.
Fuck.
My brain is done for.
Using my hand in her hair, I pull her up, and she tugs her hand free of my pants to rip off her shirt.
I’ve never been in the exact same outfit as a woman I was trying to get naked, and I would chuckle at the absurdity of it if I wasn’t so distracted by her tits.
I saw them the other day, but we had a lot going on. Because of that, I don’t judge myself as I take a moment to fully appreciate them. They’re bigger than what I would expect would be comfortable considering her frame, but they’re not huge. Her nipples are tight peaks on her tear-drop-shaped tits, and I groan.
I brush my lips over hers, releasing my hold in her hair. “Hands behind you and push up.” She complies, and I help her out of her pajama pants, tossing them on the table behind her as I take a knee. I loop my arm around her lower back, tugging her closer to the edge. “You can lie back and enjoy the ride or watch.”
She has on barely there baby-pink panties, and the wet spot makes my mouth water.
I flick my tongue over it, and Charlotte moans. Her hair falls around her tits, and I swear I never did a single thing in my life to make me worthy of having her. Still, I’m far from a good man, so I’m going to hold on tight with both hands and ensure she can never get away.
Diving back in, I bump my nose against her clit, my tongue pushing into her panties enough to brush her opening.
I have no patience, grabbing the top of the material and tugging them off.
