Page 37 of The Alpha's Crimson Vow

A moment passes, and he rises. He towers over me, casting his shadow over me as I lay there on the couch. His cock is still stiff, maybe even harder than before.

“I’ll go get a condom.” He says, already turning away.

“No.”

He stops mid step at the sound of my voice, like he wasn’t expecting me to say that. To be honest, I’m even surprised at myself at this point. It’s not like me to be reckless, but damn it, I want his. I want him to fuck me with his hard bulging cock, and I want him to do it raw. I want to squeeze the walls of my center and feel them wrap around the flesh of his pleasure stick.

“Please, Alex.” I say, and my voice sounds strikingly needy, even to me.

He swallows, as if considering something in his mind, but when he turns to look at me it’s like something in him snaps. His features harden, his brows curve downward, desire clear on his face.

He steps over and holds my legs up, taking one in each hand and pushing till my knees press against my breast. My heart beat isas quick as I’ve ever felt it, and then he leans in, placing his lips close to my ear. “I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”

Just like that his massive pleasure stick sinks into me. My eyes can barely stay open, they flutter closed and open rapidly, matching the rhythm of his deep strokes.

“Oh fuck Alex you feel so good!”

“You feel amazing, Katherine.”

He dives into me, over and over again. His thrusts are steady, unhurried but deep. Each one pulls gasps and moans out of me as my body surrenders to the sheer power of his. I let go of myself, allowing myself to be completely at his mercy, letting him take me.

His eyes are a perfect picture of desire. He’s looking right at me, but he almost looks lost, I love seeing how wrapped up in this he is. How wrapped up in me he is.

“Harder Alex. Take me, please!” I howl as I start to feel that familiar sensation start to build again.

And it’s like my words land a fuse in him. He flips me over and props me up so that my knees support my weight and I’m on all fours, I arch my back out of the sheer desire to feel him fuck me like this.

When his cock slips in again, it’s like I go mad.

I push myself, my hips moving wildly as I chase cloud nine. But he doesn’t let me chase it all by myself. His hands grab my waist firmly, stopping my motions, and then he takes over.

He pounds me with a force I could never muster on my own, the sound of his skin spanking my ass as he thrusts into me echoes through the room. It’s heightened when I move my waist again, matching him all the way as he slams into me.

He fucks me. And I fuck him too. My body wrapped in the mind blowing sensations as I take every inch of this man.

So much happened today. Too much.

I found out Alex is a wolf shifter.

I almost died.

It feels like my whole world has been turned upside down, twisted into something unrecognizable.

But I’ll deal with that later. Tomorrow, maybe.

Right now, I let it all fall away. All I can think about in this moment, all I want to think about are the sweet sensations Alex is sending into me.

Chapter Eleven

Katherine

I wake up slowly, the hazy edges of sleep fading as my mind catches up to reality. My body protests even the smallest movements, every muscle humming with a dull, pleasurable ache, a reminder of the night before. I twist under the blanket, and the memories hit me like a tidal wave.

It was passionate. It was… primal, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Alex wasn’t just a lover last night—he was something untamed, something wild. My skin heats up just thinking about it, and my heartbeat kicks up a notch. I close my eyes again, letting myself relive it, even though it makes my chest tighten and my breathing quicken.

The way he looked at me… God, that look. It was so intense, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. His eyes were dark, stormy, but there was this strange softness too. And his body—every movement was powerful, like he knew exactly how to drive me insane. He was relentless, like he couldn’t get enough of me, and I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t let him stop.

My fingers trail over the sheets absentmindedly as I remember the way his hands felt on me—calloused, warm, commanding. Every touch sent sparks racing through my skin. My body still remembers it, still craves it.

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