“I did come out here because he dared touch Lacy. But, no, not a one off thing. It’s happened before. Does that bother you?”
Briar slowly stands up, blood staining her hands and some on her shirt. Fuck me, I never knew how sexy red looked on a woman until right now.
“That depends. Does what you just saw bother you?” She bites her lower lip and it’s adorable. She’s shy, as if she didn’t just chop off a man’s dick and force feed it to him.
“Does it look like it bothers me?” I ask, pointing to my very obvious hard-on.
Her eyes drop to my dick, and I watch as her eyes cloud over with lust. The longer she stares, the harder I get. My cock is aching, balls heavy and knot throbbing. I take a tentative step towards her, not wanting to spook her. This is a very serious revelation in our relationship.
She licks her lips and I can’t hold back the groan that rumbles in my chest. Once I’m a few feet away from her, I can smell her arousal thick in the air, her slick sweet yet I can’t quite put my finger on the scent. Either way, I’m fucking desperate.
“No.” Her voice comes out breathy.
“Briar.” Her name is husky on my tongue.
“Yeah?” she says absentmindedly, slowly dragging her eyes up to mine.
“Can I be honest with you?”
She swallows hard, nodding her head.
“I’m crazy about you, if I haven’t made that known to you. And seeing you just now, I think I’m fucking obsessed,” I growl, low and deep.
She lets out this delicious needy whimper that has me nearly feral.
“You are?” she whispers.
I nod slowly.
She chews on her lip before replying with, “I’m a little crazy about you too.” She looks so damn cute when she blushes.
“Tell me to stop. If not, I’m going to kiss you. Because fuck me, Little Rose, I’ve been dying to taste you for years.”
“I’m not going to tell you to stop,” she shakes her head.
“Thank fuck,” I grunt, closing the space between us. I cup the back of her head, reveling in the gasp that leaves her pretty pink lips and crash mine down on top of them.
I swallow her moan, replying with a growl of my own. She feels so soft and warm in my arms as I wrap them around her waist. She lifts hers, wrapping them around my neck. I lift her up and back us both up against the wall.
“I need you, Little Rose,” I groan. “So fucking bad.”
“Take me,” she begs. “Please, Atlas.”
“Fuck,” I groan, rolling my hips, grinding my cock against her pussy. I can smell her slick, so thick in the air. She wants me, badly.
My lips capture hers again, my tongue sliding against the seam of her lips, demanding to be let in. She happily does, parting her lips and I thrust my tongue in, tangling with hers.
We kiss until we’re forced to come up for air, but I’d gladly die right now, if it meant having her in my arms forever.
“I really wish I didn’t wear jeans today,” she groans when I place her on the ground and we struggle to get her free.
With a frustrated growl, I spin her around and pin her against the wall. She lets out a surprised whimper as I grab her jeans and tug them down, putting her perfect plump ass on display.
“Look at you.” My voice is thick with need, my hands reaching up to grasp her ass, giving her cheeks a firm squeeze. “Your pussy is dripping for me, Little Rose. Is all this for me?” I ask, taking two fingers and swiping it through her messy folds.
“Yes,” she pants heavily. “All you. Please, Alpha. Need you.”
Alpha. Fuck. Something about her calling me that while she’s quivering with want for me has me fucking gone.
