Page 119 of Citius

I gasped, unprepared for the sensation. No alpha had ever purred for me before. Shivers radiated across my torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The vibrations worked lower, circling the base of my spine, then even lower, a skittish thrum deep within my abdomen.

Thick fingers gripped the underside of my knee. Cal parted my legs and pressed the solid weight of his thigh against my core. Connecting the distant rumble of his purr with my clit. I whimpered, all but writhing against his leg, aching for a stronger connection.

How would his purr feel directly against my skin? It was hard to imagine anything better than this. Or maybe the sensation would overwhelm me, make me even weaker for this man.

Wreck me.

Cal settled the glorious, still purring width of his body between my thighs, pressing his heat where I wanted it most. His hips rolled upward for one singularly prolonged, maddening thrust. I savored every thick inch of his erection.

“You like that?” Cal braced his arms on either side of my head and nuzzled my temple, his kisses soft and desirous. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

His hips retreated, something I couldn’t accept.

“Cal, no—Cal!”

The second thrust made us both cry out, his purr nearing a roar,mouth hot and demanding as his teeth nipped at my ear. He continued to grind against me, driving his straining hardness across my still-clothed center. Again and again, too much for my rational mind to accept, but never enough. My clit ached for direct stimulation.

“Touch me,” I said, a hazy whimper against his heated skin, “please.”

Cal pushed my shirt up, exposing my stomach and bra-clad breasts. His thumb traced the outline of a nipple through the fabric. Lust surfaced in his gaze.

“Damn.”

“I know what you mean,” I said with a breathy laugh, helping Cal as he fumbled to get my shirt off over my head.

“No, you’re incredible. I’ve gotten lazy, but you…” His kiss was like a brand—firm, on the verge of possessive—leaving no room for doubt between us. Cal wanted me. All of me. Far more than I had expected. “Fucking stunning.”

As we kissed, I held his face in my hands, trying to convey how much I admired and wanted him. The brilliance of his mind. How well he’d come to know me in just a few months. His patience and seemingly endless support, none of which I deserved but was becoming increasingly reliant on.

One hand slipped between the nest padding and my back. He made quick work of my bra, leaving my full breasts bare to his touch.

His tongue circled my right nipple, leaving a trail of tiny sparks in its wake. The constant vibrations spiraled my need higher. When he finally took the aching peak into his mouth, I rewarded him with a proper moan.

“Good?” he asked, hot breath skimming across the wet skin of my breast, prompting a fresh wave of goosebumps.

“Y-yeah…” I pushed Cal’s sweat-tinged bangs away from his face, revealing his hazel eyes, backlit with desire. “More—can there be more?”

Cal nodded, already kissing his way across my chest. He paused to trace each line of the Olympic rings tattooed beneath my right collarbone with his tongue, an unexpectedly erotic detour that left me trembling.

After giving my breast a final lingering kiss, Cal slid downward—purring, always purring—his thumb catching on the button of my pants.

“Okay?”

“Yes, yes,” I said, repeating the word as he bared my legs.

The hand behind my back dipped lower, angling my hips so I could feel each thrust in its entirety. Cold metal slid against my stomach—his belt buckle—a sharp contrast to the heat between us.

I answered his thrusts, still searching for more, even as he tweaked my nipple.

The thick cords of muscle along his back bunched and flexed, his true power expertly controlled as he guided me, wound me up, never pushing, never forcing.

Cal pressed our torsos together—an uneven fit because of our height difference—resting more of his weight to one side, purring directly against my fluttering heart.

When his hand slipped between my legs, I couldn’t help but tense up. I thought—hoped—that I was aroused. I had to be. Even just a little.

Cal made gentle, exploratory passes through my folds.Smoothpasses. He left a trail of kisses along my cheek, then whispered against my ear, “You’re getting wet.”

Relief flowed through me, allowing me to enjoy his touch without worry. His fingers stroked me with tender promise until I could feel the faint evidence of my own arousal, prompting a satisfied moan.

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