Marcus nodded. “Understandable.” He shrugged. “Red hasn’t been my favorite color for long, actually. It changed about three months ago.” He pulled one hand from his pocket and pinched my chin, tilting up my head. His eyes darkened as he brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “The night I saw for myself how fucking sexy it looks on you.”
The carnal hunger in his eyes was effusive, but he lowered his head slowly.
“I want to kiss you,” he murmured.
“Are you asking for permission?” I breathed against his mouth.
“I don’t want to mess up your—”
Fuck it. I didn’t let him finish.
I could touch up my damn makeup, and he could wash his fuckable face, but mywantfor this man—his mouth on mine, his hands on my skin—needed to be sated before I had to share him with his pack.
With our lips entangled, he lifted me up by my waist, and I wrapped my legs around him, digging the heels of my feet into his ass so I could push his growing erection against my body.
With one hand still holding me, he used his other to pull down the zipper on the back of my dress.
“We’re going to be late,” he pointed out as he dropped me onto his bed, loosening his tie.
My fingers flew to the buttons of his shirt, helping him unfasten enough of them until he could pull the garment overhis head. He tossed the dress shirt on the floor and checked the clock on the wall.
“Forty-five minutes, Sullivan.” He positioned his top half over me, pulling down the shoulders of my dress until he’d exposed my breasts. My nipples were already hard and eagerly awaiting his touch.
I shimmied my arms out of my sleeves and reached for his belt.
He grinned. “No.” He took one of my nipples in his mouth, licking and sucking while his free hand massaged my other breast.
I moaned, loving the warmth of his mouth—the way his teeth grazed against my skin. The way he gently pinched and tugged on the other nipple, making me writhe in pleasure.
He trailed kisses from my chest to my neck while his hand slid down my stomach to my swollen clit that’d been aching for his touch. He played with me through the fabric of my underwear, but it wasn’t enough.
“Marcus,” I groaned. “I need…”
He growled, pushing the lace aside and shoving two of his fingers inside me.
My breath hitched, and he groaned into my neck.
He drew back his fingers until they were nearly all the way out, and he thrust them back in before finding the spot that made me squirm. He gestured with those fingers, signaling my orgasm to the stage…
But it was me who was about to sing. I clenched my teeth, a soft whimper slipping out.
“Fuck, Joanna. I love all the sounds you make.”
It didn’t take much, not after that… Not with Marcus’s two fingers pressing my upper wall in that spot, or his thumb circling my clit the way I liked it. Or the fact that he was grinding his erection against my thigh.
He left me gasping for air, crashing down from the wave of pleasure that traveled to my toes.
When I climaxed, Marcus still had his nose buried in my neck. And he was still rubbing himself against me.
I reached over and gave his head a soft pat. “What do you want right now, Alpha…?” I asked through the pants with a loaded grin. “In this very moment?”
Marcus stopped moving his hips. He lifted his head, and I bit my lip when his amber eyes locked with mine. Their glow was so intense, I’d be able to find him if the Moon fell from the sky.
He removed his fingers from inside me and placed them in his mouth, sucking them clean of my arousal. “You.”
“Then let me take off your—”
“I want the world to know you’re mine.” His golden orbs darted to my chest, where my heart raced underneath. “I want the world to know I’m yours.”
