He relaxes, and then, slowly, he leans forward until his head rests against my belly. “Come see me anytime, little bird.”
I run my fingers through his hair. “Can I nap here?”
He shifts, pulling me into the bed beside him. “Yes.” His voice is rough. He tucks me beside his body and kisses my neck. Then hugs me tight and—Oh. My. God. Is he planning tosleep?
I place my palm against his cheek. “Silas Caron, are you seriously going to sleep when I’m right here?”
He flinches. “You want—”
I don’t let him finish. I turn in his arms and press my lips against his. He hesitates and then opens to me. Our tongues clash together. He’s waited for this, too. Wanted to ensure our pack was secure before going further. But I’m tired of waiting.
“Yes, now—” I grunt, pushing him to his back so I can straddle his hips. When I’m on top, I lean over and turn on the bedside lamp. It’s too bright, so I toss my pajama top over it, casting the room into dusky light. It spills over his massive chest and tattoos. My mouth waters.
“There,” I say, looking down at my mountain man. “I want to see everything. Your tattoos. Your body. Your face when you enter me. Everything.”
He blinks at my dominance. I know that one command from him would have me trembling, But my alpha would never do that to me. Besides, judging by the feel of his dick, he likes it when I’m bossy.
I grind against his hard length. “You feel good.”
His hips roll into mine. “You have too many clothes on,” he groans. His hands move to my waist band. The tips of his fingers skirt along my stomach, making me gasp, and then he rips the thin cotton, tearing it right down the seams.
My eyes go wide.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says.
I lift to my knees so he can rip them the rest of the way. And soon, we’re skin to delicious skin.
“Lark, baby. Let me make this good for you,” he rumbles as I slide up and down his hard length.
“No. I need you. It’s been too long.”
“Fuck, little bird. You make it hard to say no.”
“Good,” I lean over and kiss him, lifting my hips a little as I do. “I’m tired of you saying no.”
His rigid cock naturally aligns itself to my entrance. I notch the fat head of his cock at my entrance and sink down slowly. The stretch is intense. Silas’ cock is built like the rest of him. Thick.
Inch after thick inch forces my walls open until I’m seated fully, panting. My body starts to rock. Slow and tentative at first, but then more assured.
“Silas—” I gasp.
“Fuck, baby girl.” His hips match the rhythm I set.
Silas’ whiskey and honey scent floods the room until I’m drunk on it. My movements that were once so confident are sloppy. Desperate for him.
Silas rolls us. Then he pulls out of me.
“No, please!” I make grabby hands toward his dick. “Knot!”
“Not yet. Daddy wants to see that pretty pussy first.”
Slick rushes from me. So much it soaks the sheets.
“Lark,” Silas chokes. “You’re killing me.”
Silas spreads me wide and devours me. Long, hungry licks through my slick, then sucks my clit hard enough to make my back bow. Two thick fingers plunge inside me, curling ruthlessly. My thighs clench. He knows what I like and I’m flying within seconds.
“Silas, yes, that’s—”
