Page 56 of The Alpha's Broken Oath

Goddess, her voice. And damn it, those eyes. Winter Cavanaugh will be the death of me, and I have no qualms about it.

“Yes, baby?”

“We are not leaving. I mean Adrian, Ash, and I can stay a few days if you are okay with it. Adrian might still be scared of our old—”

I don’t let her finish those words. Not with the excitement rushing through my body like a fix of adrenaline fueling my veins.

One hand disappearing in her hair, the other hand pulling her body flush to mine, I fucking kiss Winter like I’ll die without her.

She doesn’t push me away.

She doesn’t deny me access to her mouth.

She opens up to me like she’s been dying to kiss me all night, and I gobble that up like a greedy son of a gun.

Exploring her mouth, tugging those lips, tasting that raspberry taste, and branding it to memory has me ravenous for more.

My cock screams in my pants from mere contact. That is how much hold Winter has over me. Almost a week of not being inside her, and I can already feel the pent-up frustration begging to be unleashed.

My mate’s nails dig into my chest through my shirt, and while I’m happy she wants this, I pull away from the kiss, my eyes on her.

“Deacon,” she purrs in that sexy and raspy bedroom voice that makes my heart jump.

Fisting her hair, making sure we are on par with each other, I whisper in her ear.

“Do you want this?”

“Mumm.”

“Words, Winter. Can you use your words for me, baby?”

“I want you. Please,” she begs. The plea is added ammo to my already hard cock.

“This isn’t going to be like last time, Winter. I won’t just fuck you, baby. I’ll make love to you all night, preferably on a bed, and you won’t walk out telling me it meant nothing and that you regret it. Are we together on that?”

Fucking her last time felt good, but her walking out and telling me it meant nothing felt like getting a dagger to my back—unexpected and just as lethal to my body.

Nodding, her pupils dilated, I can almost taste the desire ebbing off of them as she responds, “Yes.” Yes, to making love on a bed. Kiss me, please?”

“Prove it to me,” I smirk.

The smile on her face wobbles. Like she’s disappointed I’m not taking her in all the ways my mangled brain desires.

“What?”

“Prove you want this just as much as I want this, baby.”

I let go of her hair, giving her space to process my words. I bank on her yelling at me or bolting out of here, but my woman surprises me by grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and pulling it over her head to show off the black lace push-up bra I bought her.

Slowly and tortuously, she reaches for the zip on her jeans, undoing it and taking them completely off her body.

The sight of her in the matching lacy set I got her sets my blood ablaze. The thought of anyone ever seeing her like this makes me consider mass murder.

“Good girl. Too fucking pretty, Winter. Get on the countertop.”

She holds back the sass and the saucy comeback written on her face, scurrying over to sit on the edge of the counter like a wild cat on heat.

The hunger stoking and stirring within me doesn’t let me do anything but take what I want.

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