Page 39 of Teeth To Rip & Tear

Whatever thoughts, plans, and revenge that lived in my head dissolved with my willpower.

Dean’s tongue dove into my mouth, claiming me. I tilted my head, reaching up and gripping his shoulders, pulling him against me.

I felt his warmth through the fabric of his shirt. My nipples hardened as Dean’s fingers gripped my hair at the nape of my neck. The pads of his fingers on my skin burned wherever they touched.

All thoughts left my brain, leaving hunger, desire, and arousal in their place.

Dean moaned against my mouth, and the sound woke something inside of me. I clawed at him, desperate. The kiss deepened as we surged together until every inch of our lips touched. My chin burned from his stubble, but I didn’t care.

Pressed against his body, I felt the outline of his hardness through his trousers as I reached out, brushing my hand over his stomach. He was so much taller than I was, his back arched toward me so his lips could touch mine.

We broke free, our chests heaving, out of breath, as we stared at each other in awe.

Every second that his lips weren’t on mine was a waste.

I reached up, grabbed his shoulders, and pushed him backward. Though Dean Hart was almost seven feet tall, he allowed me to direct him to the bed. As his ass hit the mattress, he stared up at me as if afraid that one wrong move would break the spell.

I didn’t care if it was a bad idea.

For once, I didn’t want to do the calculated thing.

I climbed on his lap, my knees on either side of his thighs as I straddled him. I reached up, brushing my fingers against the seam of Dean’s jaw as I studied his face. The sweeping shadows of his long lashes and his plush lips.

The second kiss slowed as I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. Savoring the feel of his skin and the taste of his tongue.

Dean’s hand snaked up, resting between my shoulder blades, sending a shiver through my spine.

“We shouldn’t.” I panted, breaking free from his kiss. Kaleb’s face flashed through my mind before Dean pressed his lips to my throat, growling against my skin.

“Yes, we fucking should.” He nipped my throat, and I squirmed, unable to form any argument if it meant stopping Dean from touching me.

I rocked against him, straddling the behemoth of a man, feeling every inch of his hardness through the thin fabric of my panties.

Dean reached between us and squeezed my thigh before allowing his fingers to drift lazily to my core. My hips shifted to meet his touch before I even realized what I was doing. His fingers slipped past the fabric of my underwear, brushing against my core. I felt how wet I was, how easily his fingers slipped over my entrance as he explored my pussy.

I gasped when Dean slipped a finger inside of me, swallowing the sound with his mouth as he kissed me. My head swam, my blood surged under my skin, and my heart pounded in my ears.

More. More. More.

It had been so long since I’d felt something, anything. Dean’s touch sent sparks through me as he pulled his finger from my pussy, and teased a line from my entrance to my clit with slow deliberation, smearing my wetness over the small nub as he rubbed it.

Dean’s stubble rubbed against my cheek as I pressed my face to his, clasping him to me as I straddled him, and he touched me. I was going to come. Embarrassingly quickly.

I pulled back, licking my bottom lip. “I want to come with you inside me,” I told him, my eyes fixed on his.

Dean’s plush lips quirked. He reached up, placing his finger horizontally between his lips and sucking my juices from his hand. “Are you sure you don’t want to sit on my face instead?”

My cheeks burned, my brain short-circuiting. I looked down at his jeans' hard bulge, skewing the buttons. “Don’t you want to...”

He arched a brow expectantly. “I want to feel you come on my face. I want to taste you properly.” He unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them down over his ankles, and threw them to the floor. His hard cock stood proud, demanding attention.

“I’ve never—” I stopped my words, shaking my head. “Yes. I... Yes.”

Dean’s restrained smile became a cocky smirk as he laid back. “Straddle my face, Mallory.”

Even when he was below me, he was still an Alpha it seemed. I kept my dress on but allowed my panties to drop to the floor, kicking them to the side before I stood on the bed.

It was intimidating to climb such a mountain of a man, even as he lay flat on the bed. By being on top, the onus was on me. I was forced to confront the entire situation, not as a lack of control, but as a deliberate decision.

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