Page 9 of Blizzards and Brews

What would it feel like if he bit me? If he claimed me?

Then, as if my thoughts willed it into fruition, his teeth pressed harder into my flesh making me lose my mind and score his back with my fingernails.

“Oh god!” I screamed.

The alpha chuckled against my skin.

“Spencer,” he corrected. “When you’re screaming your pleasure tonight, Lindsay, it’s my name that should be on your lips.”

Fuck, I hadn’t even known his name until then and I couldn’t even find it in me to care. I deserved this. I deserved a night to let go of absolutely everything and just enjoy myself.

His teeth grazed my skin again, pressing in and talented lips sucked harshly, his fingertips branding themselves on my ass as I felt him throb against me.

I lost it, completely shattering with a cry, his name on my lips as he held me through my orgasm, rocking me against him until I was on the verge of another one.

He walked us over to the bed, laying me down with care and immediately covered my body with his.

For Hollow’s sake he smelled incredible, all woodsy and warm. The way he was touching me everywhere, covering me in his scent, was doing something to me I never thought I wanted.

“I need to taste you, angel,” he said, fingers going to the buttons of my jeans. “Need to get you ready for me.”

I arched my hips up, helping him get them off. “Please.”

As soon as they were off, I whipped off my shirt and undid my bra, stunning him speechless for a moment, much to my pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m a lucky man,” he said on his knees, pupils fully dilated and black hair askew.

Even on his knees he was enormous, his dominance not a question even in his submissive position.

Unable to resist, I cupped myself, rolling my nipples between my fingers and spreading my legs fully open.

He dove in. My red underwear the taunting flag for him to charge forward, ripping them from my body and diving headfirst.

Spencer didn’t do anything in halves, licking the full length of my slit before he began fucking me with his tongue. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, his lips moved to my clit as he slid two fingers inside.

“Spencer!” I gasped, my head falling back as I reached blindly down to tangle my hands in his hair.

“That’s it, let me hear my name, angel. Need to get you good and ready to take me.”

Curling his fingers and pressing deep he hit the sweet spot inside me, causing my thighs to shake and clamp around his head as I fell over the edge for the second time.

“Want you,” I said, trying to pull him up to me.

He obliged, moving to lay next to me and pulling me into the nook of his arm while his other hand still toyed with me.

Kissing him, I tasted myself on his tongue, his answering deep groan sending more shivers through me.

“My naughty angel. Absolutely fucking perfect,” he praised. “I need one more from you before I take you completely. Don’t want to hurt you…well, not more than you want me to.”

I nipped his lips, showing him that he’d read the situation exactly right. “If you’re going to make me wait even more, you better make it worth it.”

“Oh angel, you’ve been waiting your whole life for me,” he said. “And I’ve been waiting on you. It will be more than worth it.”

With that he eased a third finger inside me, working me open as he claimed my mouth again, fucking me with his tongue and fingers. I was anything but a docile beta, so I rocked into his touch, enjoying the stretch and the taste of him.

Spencer never stopped worshiping me, even as he stretched my body to accommodate him. His mouth left a burning trail of fire as he kissed his way down my neck to my collarbone, biting and sucking at every inch he could reach.

I’d never felt so dominated in my life and despite thinking I was a strong, independent beta, here I was willing to bare myself for this dominant alpha.

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