Page 18 of Beta's Virgin Bride

“Tick-tock, Jasmine,” Ivy warned, and the little girl took off to finish her packing I assumed.

“So, after shopping, how about you get all dolled up, and I take you out,” I offered.

She tilted her head again, and I wanted to lean forward and take a nip of her smooth neck. “What are you offering?”

“Dinner. Dancing. Pool if you like to play.”

She grinned. “Now, you’re talking. I love to dance, and you and your alpha did interrupt girls’ night.”

“He’s your alpha now, too.”

She blinked then slowly nodded. “I guess he is.”

I wasn’t big on dancing, but for her, I’d learn to love it. Plus, it would give me the perfect opportunity to prove her fear unfounded. By the end of the night, my virgin bride would realize the only man she wanted in her bed was me.

Chapter Eight

~ Ivy ~

Cyan spent the whole day turning me inside out with his touch. He held my hand or smoothed his palm down my back before resting his fingers at the small of my back. He patted my ass, rubbed my arm. He seduced me with his gaze, with his wicked smile that seemed to offer endless pleasure. He bought chocolate and flowers, decadent strawberries and champagne. When I questioned his purchases, he vowed we’d need them later.

He caught my fingers after we loaded the SUV, spinning me to him and bending to kiss me. It was soft and sweet but packed no less of a punch than the passionate ones we’d shared in my bed.

By the time we’d unloaded and put away stuff, I burned with need. I shut the last cabinet with a snap and turned, launching myself at him. He caught me with a chuckle that changed to a moan as I wrapped around him just as he’d sworn I would. I’d expected him to carry me to the bedroom. Instead, he seated me on the counter and pulled at my clothes.

My hands clenched in his hair as I ate hungrily at his mouth. He broke the kiss and jerked my shirt up over my shoulders, locking my arms above my head and leaving me trapped in the fabric. While I struggled to free myself, he pushed my bra above my breasts then bent with a growl to take one nipple between his lips and suck. I didn’t try to stay quiet and wasn’t sure I could have if the need had been there. I was caught in the dark and heat, caught up in the moment. God, first the man had brought the stars; now, he’d stolen the light.

Then I remembered the fabric covering my face. I tore the material as I freed myself and flung it aside. He undid the clasp on my bra, and it followed suit. He worshipped my breasts, cupping and shaping the mounds while paying homage to my nipples. He sucked greedily, and I arched into him, pressing more of my flesh into his mouth. I caught his shirt, tearing at it as I fought to touch his flesh. He released my nipple with a groan and finished removing his shirt before jerking me to him. One big hand cupped my ass while the other fisted in my hair, pulling my head back. He left sucking kisses along my throat before reaching my mouth and devouring it.

I couldn’t get enough. I needed more. I needed us both naked and him buried inside me.

“Cyan.” His name spilled from my lips as he moved his toward my ear.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, nipping the lobe with his teeth.

“You,” I whispered.

“Here?” he questioned, licking my neck. “Or here?” He grazed my nipple with his teeth.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Or here?” His palm cupped the crotch of my jeans.

I cried out, rocking into his touch. He had me off the counter and on my feet before I took another breath. I grasped his shoulders for balance as he dropped to his knees and undid my pants, jerking them to mid-thigh before leaning in to place a kiss on my vulva.

“Cyan!”

He stood, taking me with him. My ass hit the table, and my pants and panties were shoved farther down until they caught on my shoes. He growled against my skin, his hands making quick work of removing my sneakers and tossing them across the kitchen. My jeans and panties followed.

Cyan took a seat and eased me forward, lifting my knees and draping them over his shoulders. I lay back, gripping the sides of the table with my hands as his breath fanned my folds. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t see him without leaning up on my elbows, and I didn’t have the strength for that right now. Besides, without sight, every touch seemed more powerful.

His fingers glided over my sex, spreading me. His tongue followed behind, pausing at my clitoris and rubbing over it.

“Please,” I begged, lifting my hips.

He wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking as he slid two fingers deep within me. He pumped those fingers, working me into a state of frenzy then bit lightly on my clit, sending me flying into orgasm. He pulled free and moved his mouth down until he was thrusting his tongue into me, tasting my pleasure, flinging me higher.

“Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Cyan!”

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