Page 32 of Possessive Alpha

“Something like what?” I ask as I lean toward him.

He meets me halfway. “Let me show you.”

I could have lost him tonight. The thought of never being able to touch him or kiss him or hold him isn’t just making my wolf howl out her terror. But the woman in me too.

I have to touch him.

Even if I’m not sure about what comes next.

I kiss him. Softly at first. He matches my pace, lets me lead the way. As if he knows I’m still teetering on the edge of not sure I want to do this and hell yeah.

And I slide right over that line, angle my head for more, and rub myself on him so he knows I want more than the delicious friction of his sweatpants-covered cock against my core.

It’s like setting a match on fire and tossing it in a pool of gasoline.

Ty’s hand strokes up my back, fists in my hair, and he groans deep in his throat as he rubs back, his cock hitting me just right.

And then we’re fighting with each other’s clothes. He yanks. I pull. He lifts me. I shove his pants aside. Something tears. He curses. I snort laugh and then suddenly, we’re both naked and he’s tucked right up against me.

I tip my head back, burying my nails into his shoulders as he holds my hips and pumps into me. My body ripples around him, stretching and struggling to take him deep.

His breath is hot on my throat as he groans, eases out of me, and surges back in. All the way. His body shudders, and a growl of such desperate need rips from his throat that I will never get it out of my head. And I swear I’ll wear the imprint of his fingers on my hips for at least the next twenty-four hours.

“Martha,” he groans, kissing my throat. “Fuck, baby. You squeeze me so good.”

He’s struggling to breathe when he drives into me again.

My back slaps against the wood, rattling the door in the frame. He strokes one arm around me and surges deep again, his arm cushioning my back.

Downstairs, someone laughs.

Someone else runs down the stairs. I bite my lips as Ty thrusts into me, his hips moving harder, then faster. That same someone running on the stairs is on our floor, but I can’t stop.

Locking my ankles together, I grind down on Ty as we move together. Ty doesn’t seem capable of stopping either, despite someone passing right by his room. He continues his relentless thrusts into me.

I bite my lip to silence my moans as he uses my throat to muffle his growls.

“Martha.”

I feel him shape my name on my skin. The slap of his skin on mine grows louder, more frantic. His fingers on my hips tighten as he urges me to move faster, changing the angle slightly. I thought the angle before was perfect, as good as it was going to get.

This new angle, the way Ty’s cock hits my clit with each stroke, is going to make me scream this house down.

“Ty,” I whimper as I fall out of our perfect rhythm.

“That’s it, baby. I feel you coming. That’s it.”

He growls my name as he pounds into me again. The door rattles so hard, we’re in danger of knocking it down or falling right through it.

But we don’t stop.

“Ty.” A choked moan gurgles out.

“Come for me, baby.” He nips my throat as he steps even closer. “That’s it.”

A louder moan slips out as I work myself on him, losing my rhythm completely as the need to come overwhelms me.

And then it’s there.

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