Page 38 of My Ruthless Alpha

Encouraged by my sounds, Beau continued lapping at my heat, alternating between licking and sucking at my clit before exploring more of me like he couldn’t get enough. He hummed against me, losing himself in the pleasure he was giving me.

Everything about it was risky. We shouldn’t have been out there on the balcony, openly chasing after that bliss together, but no part of me could deny how addictive it was. The excitement that came with the danger was too good to pass up.

His hands tightened around my thighs as he continued, moving his tongue and lips with purpose while he pushed me closer to the edge, humming and groaning into me like he was the one receiving all the attention.

The longer he went, the more attentive he became, and the closer I was to tipping over the edge. But right as my thighs trembled and I prepared for that release I wanted, Beau pulled back and pressed light kisses against my thighs.

My blissful expression dropped as I furrowed my brows, prepared to protest since I had been so close.

Beau chuckled, unable to hide his grin as he left more consolation kisses around my thighs. His voice reached me breathlessly. “Sorry…but I can’t wait any longer.”

My irritation subsided the moment he got up and sat down beside me, undoing his pants before he grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap in one fluid motion.

I swallowed as I felt his hard length press against me, shivering slightly at the feeling. As he shifted me closer, hands on my hips while he had me grind against him, I let go of a soft moan and placed my arms around his shoulders. “Fine…I suppose you’re forgiven.”

He grinned and hummed, continuing that slow, languid pulling of my hips back and forth, making us both falter slightly. “Good. You’ll want to hold on for this one.”

A thrill moved through me at his words, and a surprised gasp left my lips the moment he lifted me slightly and angled his hips before pressing into me.

We both groaned at the feeling as he let gravity do its thing, allowing me to sink onto him.

The way he stretched me so perfectly made my eyes shut with bliss, and as he advised me, I gripped his shoulders, letting those addictive sensations rush through me.

“Fuck…” he muttered, head tipping back all the while he sheathed himself completely inside me, hardly waiting a moment before he started moving me on top of him.

I moaned, unable to even attempt holding my sounds back while he lifted me up and down, and one of my hands went to the back cushion behind him, holding on while he slowly offered me more and more pleasure.

Growling to himself, Beau let his eyes shut as he took it all in, already looking like he was lost in his own world, savoring every moment of having me in that position.

Warmth continued to pool within me as our bond strengthened through every moment of our bodies being connected, and that familiar fog filled my mind, leaving me to concentrate only on the sensations—big or small.

“You’re always so perfect for me,” Beau murmured, words slightly slurred as he brought a hand up to unbutton the first few places of my top, allowing him to pull the front of my bra down, letting my breasts spill over. His gaze darkened somewhat as he took in the sight. Leaning forward, he kissed the valley of my chest before moving down and capturing a nipple in his mouth. After sucking on it for a moment, he hummed and whispered against my skin, “so unbelievably perfect…”

My face flushed already from his slow, deep thrusts; my cheeks burned even more. Through my haze, the added pleasure made me tighten around him, to which he groaned.

Unable to resist, Beau picked up the pace, both guiding my hips above him and lifting his own to meet me halfway to give us both as much friction as possible. He groaned and continued leaving messy, open-mouthed kisses and nipping at my breasts.

While he sped up, fingers gripping my hips, my jaw went slack as those blissed-out sounds fell from my lips, not caring whatsoever about who in the pack might be nearby. Every thrust and press of his lips was too satisfying to keep quiet, and even if I tried, I knew it wouldn’t be enough to stop the sounds from leaving me.

As that eagerness built up between us, a part of me wanted to move my body on my own, needing more and more like I was too greedy and couldn’t get enough. But even if I tried, his relentless pace wouldn’t allow it.

Both losing ourselves in the intensity and passion of it all, Beau tightened his arms around my back as my nails dug into his shoulder and the cushion, and he moved faster, pistoning inside me while his breaths came out in rasps.

With that overwhelming rush of sensations shooting through my system, I leaned closer to him, burying my face into the crook of his neck while I moaned and whimpered. I could feel as I neared the precipice, overcome by it all and more than ready to tip over it.

“You’re mine, Faye…my partner, my mate, my everything…” Beau uttered against my skin, voice huskier than before. “Let go for me…I want to see you come undone.”

At his demand, I couldn’t resist it. He was thrusting into me so intensely and holding me like I was one of the most important things in the world to him, and that, paired with how needy I felt, I had no choice but to give in.

Clenching around him, my thighs trembled while I gripped him hard and gave in. A loud moan left me, followed by a sharp inhale as I released, feeling wave after wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure ripple through me.

Everything seemed to go white for a moment while I held onto him, anchored to the moment by his warm, sturdy body.

At the sight of my orgasm, Beau grunted and pulled me onto him a bit harder before his thighs tightened, and he stilled against me while he fell over the edge. With a breathless sound of relief, he gave a few slow, gentle strokes of his hips before he stopped altogether and just held me in his arms.

His breath gently fanned against my neck while he leaned his face on my shoulder and hummed his satisfaction.

“I’ll never get enough of you…”

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