Page 47 of Crushes and Confections

I’d never heard his voice so gravelly, and as he shifted, his hard cock pushing into my ass, I knew he was struggling for his own form of composure.

The moment we were in the driveway and safely in park, I threw open the door and climbed off of Vance, and willed him to move faster. He didn’t let me get far from him. The alpha was on my heels as we reached the door, fumbling with his keys like we were teenagers in a frenzy.

I didn’t bother to look behind us, only focusing on the alpha who was now dragging me to his room. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt in my body, only anticipation.

The moment I drew a single breath of his scent, I knew the truth. We were mates. There was no turning back now and I didn’t want to.

“Claire?” Vance’s voice was serious, making sure I met his blue eyes before he continued. “Are you sure about this?”

“I’m positive,” I said, punctuating my answer with action. My dress was falling to the floor before he could respond, and his answering growl was followed by the alpha scooping me up and depositing me on the bed.

“I’m one lucky bastard,” he said, his wavy hair falling in front of his eyes.

The next several moments were a frenzy of pulling at each other’s clothes until we were naked. His hands roamed my body as I pressed my nose to his neck, then trailed it down his chest, breathing in every bit of his scent that I could.

I was going to erect monuments in his name. Cherry limeade flavored delights piled high as the eye could see, most likely in some phallic structure.

I could feel his hard erection pressing against me, thick and hot, and my mind spiraled with all of the possibilities.

“Vance, please,” I begged. What I was asking for, I had no clue, but he was there, a soothing rumble calming the storm, though only in the slightest.

“We have a little time, I’m not going to fuck and run, Claire. Let them wonder where we are,” Vance said with a smirk as he kissed his way down my body.

He paused as he reached my breasts, rolling one hard nipple between his fingers while his teeth teased the other. My body was on fire for the alpha, each touch only amplifying it until I was writhing under him as nonsensical pleases fell from my lips.

“Vance,” I begged again, trying to shift and reach him.

When I tried to move he pinned me down with his hands, not letting me escape the torture. As he moved lower, it was almost impossible not to scream for him to fuck me already, but no force could make Vance move faster, not even an impending family dinner it seemed.

Vance hooked his hands under my knees, spreading me wide and holding me in place for him. The touch was just shy of bruising, and I knew there’d be no escape from what was to come.

“You better hold on tight, omega,” he warned. The guttural sound in his voice showed he was just as desperate for this as me.

The night he’d first touched me at my house and had laid me out was mind-blowing. Add in those skills with the frantic edge and demand both of our bodies were making? I freaking lost it.

His tongue was magic.

Every stroke of his tongue was coupled with expertly teasing fingers. He sucked hard on my clit as he thrust two digits inside of me, the amount of slick and previous release between my lips making it ridiculously easy.

“Yes,” I hissed, chasing my pleasure.

“Such a good little omega for your alpha, aren’t you, Peach?”

Desire, demanding and needy, swirled through me with each second he spent worshiping my body.

My orgasm built, slow and steady, as if he already knew my body on that intimate of a level. Or maybe Vance was just as good at reading people as he was books.

My legs fought against the hold as he unrelentingly tongue fucked me, pumping two fingers in and out in tandem until I was exploding for him, soaking him as my cries filled the air.

He scaled my body quickly, tossing his smeared glasses to the side and squinting down at me with pure promise.

It was only then that I got a full look at his cock.

A whine left my lips, and I swear to the gods I felt my pussy flutter. Whether that was in anticipation or astonishment, I wasn’t sure.

I wanted him inside me so fierce and so deep I couldn’t even breathe. I didn’t care if he broke me in half. If he did, I knew in my heart that he’d put me back together.

“We’re made for each other, Claire,” he assured, that sweet sensitive side of him still there even as he ran the head of his cock along my slit, dripping precum and marking me as his already. “It’s time, Peach.”

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