Page 50 of Possessive Alpha

“Just push through it.” His fingers continue their slow caress up and down my inner thigh. “Some nights are better than others.”

“You have to stop doing that,” I breathe.

His eyes turn hooded. “Doing what, sweetheart?”

His fingers stroke up. My head goes back and I swallow a moan.

When his fingers brush aside my panties and he gives my pussy a glancing touch, a whimper slips out. “Ty…”

“I need to see you, baby,” he murmurs. “Your eyes. And the beautiful body that drives me crazy. I want to see it all.”

“Ty…”

“Let me see,” he murmurs.

I know I shouldn’t when I’m fighting so hard to stay away from him and keep my hands to myself, but my fingers grip the bottom of my shirt. I pull it up over my head and toss it aside.

His eyes burn as he sweeps them over me. “How do I have the most beautiful mate in the world?”

I shake my head, denying it.

I blink in surprise when he moves me onto my side, my back to him, and curls himself behind me. “Ty?”

He skims my panties down my legs, leaving us both naked and lying flush together. “Shhh. I just want to hold you like this,” he murmurs.

I’m a little disappointed that’s all he wants to do until his fingers trail over my belly and edge between my thighs. “And touch you. Just a little.”

My thighs part for him, and he holds my body against his. He’s rock hard behind me as he delivers stroke after delicious stroke between my thighs. I press my face into the pillow to muffle my moans as I climax.

As I relax into the bed, he kisses the back of my shoulder. “Sleep now. Right here, in my arms. Where you belong.”

But I don’t sleep. I can’t. When I can breathe again, I turn my face to his. “Don’t you want?—”

He kisses me. “I have exactly what I want. You in my arms.”

And because I don’t have a tray of brownies to hand, I do the only thing I can. I turn, ignore his surprise, and nudge him onto his back and climb on top of him.

His eyes darken. “Baby, we don’t have to?—”

I edge back, rising slightly before sinking onto him. “Yes,” I moan. “We do.”

His right hand cups my breast and continues up, loosely collaring my throat. I curve my body over his and grip his thick wrist with both hands, holding him tight as I ride him. Slow and easy. He steadies me and I steady him right back.

“That’s it, baby,” Ty breathes in an awed tone that washes over me. “That’s it.”

He lets me set and control the pace, our eyes locked.

When I’m close and my breathing changes, he touches me again, his thumb stroking my clit with a firmness that pushes me over the edge.

My body undulates, my hips slapping down on Ty as I strangle my moan, my release coming in an endless wave that carries Ty along with it.

His fingers grip my waist, and his hips punch up as his cock jerks inside me.

I’m still struggling to control my breathing as he draws me down, kisses me, and tucks me close to his chest, his arms tight around me. Heart to heart.

“No running away this time, sweetheart. When you left, I thought I’d dreamed you.”

I’m more asleep than awake as I whisper, “You keep saying things that make me fall in love with you.”

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