Page 40 of Alpha Reid

My heart races as I hit the accelerator and the needle edges past 80 again, the engine roaring as it heads toward 90. I forgot how fucking good this feels. The thrill. The adrenaline.

I’m distracted by movement out of the corner of my eye- Serena’s seatbelt is suddenly unbuckled and she’s pushing up out of her seat, thrusting the top half of her body out the open window as she laughs. My heart jumps into my throat as I hit the brakes to slow down, shouting her name.

Does she not hear me?She sticks her torso further out the window, red hair streaming in the wind.

I white knuckle the steering wheel with one hand and reach over to yank on the back of her shirt with the other as the car rapidly slows. Serena tumbles back through the window and onto the passenger seat, laughing.

“What the fuck, Serena?” I demand, hitting the brakes hard now that she’s safely inside and skidding to the shoulder of the road.

“What?” she asks innocently, still laughing a little as she smooths her windblown hair back with a hand.

There’s an inferno raging in my chest as my wolf thrashes to get out.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed!” I shout, unable to hold back my fury.

“Wha…?” her smile quickly fades into a scowl. “Jesus, I was just having fun!” she shouts back exasperatedly, throwing open the door of the Mustang. She climbs out, slamming it behind her and turning around, leaning into the window and narrowing her eyes at me. “Ever tried it?”

Ohfuckno.

I’m out of the drivers’ seat and around to her side of the car in two seconds flat, grabbing for her arm as she tries to stomp away from the car toward the forest.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I demand, yanking her back.

She spins toward me, eyes wide. “I don’t know, I’ll just run back or something.”

“The hell you will!” I growl out.

Both of our chests are heaving as we stare at one another in silence for a moment, and I’m trying so fucking hard to calm down, but this girl, man. She’s gonna be the death of me.

Slowly, a smirk crosses Serena’s lips. “Ah,” she remarks. “So hedoeslose control.”

That’s it. The last straw. The miniscule shred of control I was still holding onto snaps and I lunge forward, grabbing her face roughly in a hand, bringing it to mine. She gasps as our lips collide and sparks ignite, and I take out my frustration on her mouth, yanking her body tight against mine and kissing her wildly, ruthlessly.

Serena claws at my shirt, her mouth moving desperately against my own. She’s a goddamn wildfire, her touch scorching my skin, burning down the barriers between us. I walk her backwards as I continue devouring her kiss, my back slamming against the passenger side of the Mustang. Then I grab her by the hips, spinning her sideways, pressing a hand to her back to bend her over the hood as something between a moan and a gasp falls from her lips.

I sweep Serena’s wrists into one of my hands, pinning them behind her back and leaning down to cover her body with mine. “What did I say would happen if you couldn’t behave yourself?” I growl into the shell of her ear.

Serena writhes underneath me excitedly, rubbing her ass against my crotch. “You said I’d be punished,” she pants.

“That’s right, baby,” I murmur, nipping the side of her neck. “You think you deserve to be punished?”

“Yes,” she breathes, the heady scent of her arousal flooding my nose. “Do it. Please.”

A growl rumbles from my chest, my wolf going nuts in response to her willing participation in the particular brand of discipline that I’m itching to dole out.

I release Serena’s wrists, my hands moving to her waist as my fingertips tuck under the band of her leggings and slowly start to drag them down to her hips. “You sure you want this?” I rasp, licking along the side of her neck as I pause my movements and await her confirmation.

She grinds her ass over my dick again with a needy whine. “Yes. Please, Reid…”

I lean back to stand, gazing down at her and sliding her leggings over her ass, down her thighs, until they’re bunched around her knees. I sink my teeth into my lower lip as I take in the little grey thong she’s wearing, groaning in approval as I stroke my hands against the supple flesh of her perfectly round ass.

“Fuck, Serena,” I grind out, kneading her backside with my hands. This picture of her bent over the hood of the mustang is so familiar, my cock growing even harder in my shorts as my mind slips back to the other night with her like this.

She wiggles her ass, beckoning me. Taunting me. I raise a hand, bringing my palm down hard on her left cheek, the sound of the smack it elicits echoing through the empty forest. Serena flinches against the hood of the car, yelping, and I repeat the same thing on the other side a little harder, watching as redness blooms on her smooth skin.

Serena moans as I rub out the sting, leaning over her again until my lips hover beside her ear. “I’m gonna go a little harder than last time,” I breathe. “And if you can stay still and take it, then afterwards I’ll make you come harder than you ever have.”

Another needy moan leaves her lips as she presses her backside into me. “I can take it.”

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