Page 42 of The Alpha Wolf's Pregnant Bride

He doesn't want me to regret this. He doesn't want me to snap out of my daze and criticize him for whatever he's about to do.

How do I tell him that this is everything I could ever want? How do I tell him that my body craves his closeness and that these clothes are insufferable?

When he closes his eyes and burrows his face into my palm, I'm certain of the reason for his pause.

“I don't want you to snap out of this, Cyrus,” I whisper tentatively, taking a bold step forward as I stroke his worries from his cheek. “Iwantthis as much as you do.”

Cyrus opens his eyes, staring at me disbelievingly while he places a hand on my wrist. His eyes soften and his breath slows down, and he drawls, “You have no idea how much I want this.” He steps forward, his larger frame engulfing me in the promises of what he's about to do. “You have no idea how much I wantyou.”

My knees cave, but Cyrus moves swiftly to capture me in his strong embrace, lips seizing mine for an earth-shattering kiss that sends sensation rushing to every nerve-ending in my body. With fluid motions, my sweater comes off, exposing me to the brisk coolness of the Autumn night air.

It's Cyrus's fingertips that ignite heat to the surface of my skin as they ghost across my collarbones before he turns his hand and journeys his knuckles over the mounds of my breasts leaking from my bra cups. His sharp intake of breath is intoxicating, sending arousal to pool between my thighs. The way he drinks the sight of my breasts is addicting while his own eyes become addicts, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he sucks in another breath.

“Beautiful…” he praises gently, a stark contrast to the way he tugs the cups of my bra to let my breasts spill forward without warning. A guttural groan reverberates from his chest as he falls forward on his knees and buries his face in the valley of my breasts.

Open-mouthed kisses are imprinted on my flesh, his hands kneading the mounds and erecting my nipples betweenhis thumbs and indexes. Goosebumps erupt on my skin, inflamed by the ministrations of his moist lips as they settle over one breast. I'm ready to explode when teeth clamp gently but firmly on an erected nub, and I card my fingers through the satiny waves of his golden-blonde hair.

“Cyrus… Please…” I beg treading a fine line between wanting him to stop teasing and needing him to go on. I'm losing my mind at this point, tugging harshly at the roots of his hair to stop him when he flicks the tip of his tongue on my sensitized nipple.

“You want me to stop?” he taunts with a chaste kiss on the side of my breast.

I don't stop tugging him up, crushing my lips to his in desperation once he's standing.

“Don't. Stop,” I command through kisses. “Please. Don't. Stop.”

Cyrus growls on my lips, the vibration of the sound sending electric currents of pleasure coursing through every inch of my body. Clinging to his shoulders and savoring every kiss, I'm inundated with relief when I feel his hand sliding between the waistband of my jeans and disappearing beneath the soft lace of my underwear.

A long, dexterous middle finger settles on my bundle of nerves, applying calculated pressure that has me seeing stars at the back of my head when my eyes roll back. The pleasure is immaculate, exceeding any expectations I might have had about what it would feel like to be touched by a man.

Not just any man, but Alpha Cyrus Rudolph, who'd been the reason why I'd never allowed another man to touch me. Perhaps I'd been holding out hope for the very moment when the Alpha himself imparts pleasure on my core, stroking me tonew heights as I clamp my teeth on his bulging bicep. Moaning and mewling, I hang on for dear life when he slides his finger down my seeping folds, gathering my slick to lubricate the finger he uses to enter my womanhood.

“Oh, my Goddess…” Cyrus hums at my ear, wrestling only a finger against my tightness while one hand curls at my neck. “... You're so tight, Cassie…”

“Hmm…” I whimper, my body quaking the moment he enters me deep enough to find that special soft spot inside. When he curls his finger and taps, my moans escalate to screams as the tight knot in the pit of my belly is ready to burst. “Cyrus! Oh, Cyrus!” I yelp, my eyes clouding with tears. “Please don't stop! I'm gonna c—”

“Come for me, baby,” he encourages with a husky rasp, his lips on mine strategically as he breathes in my moans. “That's right… come for me.”

His hot breath, coupled with the deep mysteries of his voice, sends me over the edge. Tears stream down my cheeks just as vivid colors flash behind my eyelids. With no concept of where I end or begin, my climax turns me into a pile of atoms that don't need to think or breathe, justfeel.I feel everything and nothing all at once.

It's only when he kisses my lips that I'm refilled with the air I'd lost in my lungs, and slowly, my mind climbs back to the surface of reality. As the air travels down my lungs and brings back awareness to my body, I open my eyes and realize we're lying on a bed of clothing on the semi-dried lawn.

I turn my face toward Cyrus, his bare arm under my neck as he gazes into my eyes. My heart skips a beat when I realize that the rest of him is bare, too, his smooth, tanned skin ripplingacross defined muscles. The only thing that remains is a pair of briefs hung low on his hips.

“I was gonna take you like a ruthless beast,” he admits, caressing my torso with gentle fingertips. “I had no idea…” his voice falters off as his eyes flick to my body, and he gulps.

I reach out and cup his cheek, the tenderness of the moment becoming raw while my body saunters back to the throes of excitement.

“I told you already, Cyrus… I want this,” I assure him, blushing when his eyes meet mine again.

There's a softness in those emerald depths, a tenderness that tugs my heartstrings and solidifies my declaration. I want this, and I want him.

I've never wanted anyone else. Even when he picked on me for the silliest things, it was him my body craved. Every time I rejected another man, it was Cyrus who was always in the back of my mind like an entity willing me to save myself for him.

“Goddess…” he sighs, leaning in and cradling my cheek with the hand that leaves my belly. “... You're perfect.”

His appreciation is punctuated with a chaste kiss, a soft melting of his lips on mine as he rises above me, then lowers his solid frame between my thighs that part spontaneously to make way for him. When he pulls back and sits on his heels, his glorious muscles are illuminated by the soft caress of the moon and stars. I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth, anticipation building up between my thighs as I rake my eyes down his gorgeous, manly frame. It's not just a beautifully carved face that sits on his shoulders, but those broad shoulders are carved by the Goddess herself in the image of Adonis.

The Moon Goddess must have been feeling mischievous when She took Her sweet time creating the Alpha of The Moon Shine Pack. Each ab is so perfectly outlined, tapering into a v-line on either side of his abdomen. Then, there's a trail of faint honey-golden hair that trickles from below his belly button and disappears beyond the waistband of his boxers, hinting at the treasure that lies at the end of that golden rainbow.

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