Page 93 of Bad Blood Alpha

“Oh, fuck.”

She ran her hands up under his t-shirt, on his bare skin. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“That’s how I feel almost all the time.”

He stripped off his t-shirt, felt her lips and hands on his chest, his back. Her hair swept forward, caressing his skin.

She backed up against the top of the dresser. He moved his hand down, down, stroking her thighs, then kneeling to drop hot kisses on them, running his tongue across the sensitive skin.

Kira gripped the edge of the dresser, her head thrown back, parting her thighs for him.

He circled his fingers over her clit through her panties, teasing it.

Kira gripped the edges of the dresser. Flynn moved her panties aside, dipping his fingers into her overheated core. A soft purr came from his chest as he felt how wet she was.

He gave her a slow, leisurely rhythm. She dug her fingers into his hair, gasping and moaning, moving her hips to meet his hand.

He broke his rhythm once, pushing the cloth barrier aside to push a deep tongue kiss on her clit that made her gasp and whimper. He lifted her leg over his shoulder and began his deep, rhythmic stroking once more, his fingers filling and stretching her as she moved her hips to draw him deeper.

The tension rose in her and then crescendoed, shaking her whole body. She threw her head back and stifled a roar, growling deep in her throat.

Desire rose in Flynn like a flame—a desperate need. He rose up, fumbling with his zipper. Kira pushed his hands away, grabbed the top of his jeans and pulled him toward her. She wasn’t gentle or slow; her hands were hot and they were everywhere.

He felt like his dick was going to burst out of his zipper. No woman had ever been what she was to him, or ever could be. She made him want to die for her with just a look or a touch.

Flynn let Kira strip off his jeans. Then he swept her up in his arms and took her to the bed. With a growl, he fastened his teeth on her silky panties and gave a shake of his head, ripping them off her, exposing her sweet, wet pussy.

The scent of her was driving him over the edge.

“You are the most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever seen. Brave. Strong. Powerful.” He devoured her body—lips, teeth, tongue, hands. Her amazing soft, full breasts, the curve of her hips, her taut belly and thighs. Her neck, her lips, her muscled arms and the soft place under her ear.

He ravished her body, devouring her sweet core, making her come again and again with his mouth and his hands.

Finally, he plunged into her, feeling the power between them. It flickered over them in blue fire, a visible sign of the love and magic that bound them together.

As they rose together, power to power, magic to magic, soul to soul, his heart broke open, and he whispered words of love until they floated back down to earth.