Page 57 of The Alpha's Broken Oath

I stand between her thighs, and it only takes Winter’s heated gaze for me to snap.

I lower my head, my lips brushing with Winter’s in a soft, tentative kiss that turns hungrier in a second. Rough and needing to ravage her, I swallow every fucking sound that escapes her lips, my hands roaming up her spine and tracing that line on her delicate back that leads north.

Winter, who is breathless and trembling in my arms by now, lets out a gasp when I unclasp her bra and free her aching tits. I don’t give her any warning as I rip the fabric from her chest, letting the material fall somewhere on the floor.

I don’t give her time to think about anything as I break our kiss, heading south to the hollow on her neck and slowly and finally dipping my nose between the valley of her breasts, which smells divine.

Taking one of her pink nipples in my mouth and sucking the little nub makes me greedier.

Watching Winter bite her bottom lip as her fingers disappear in my hair intensifies my need to be inside her in liquid fire.

Biting around one of her nipples and sucking the pain away, my right hand caresses her navel before disappearing between her thighs. I pull the lacy panties she has to the side, sliding two of my fingers inside her glistening core, which welcomes me in without a fight.

“Deacon…” Winter moans.

One thrust inside her, and her moans elevate to reckless screams.

Every time she moans, I thrust deeper inside her before pulling out and lightly slapping her cunt to submission.

The sounds of my lips latching around her nipples and my fingers working her core surround us like a cacophony of some of the best sounds I’ve ever heard.

Winter comes more than three times on my fingers.

I take her panties off her legs completely, kneeling to lick up her arousal and taste that damning taste that’ll forever be ingrained in my mind. Licking her cunt twice, I stand up, a smirk on my lips at the woman who looks at me like she’s ready to lay her entire world before me.

I’d do the same, too, in an instant.

“Deacon, I want to be yours,” she breathlessly whispers, and I bow so that my forehead is resting against hers and our strangled breaths are on one another’s.

I push a stray strand of dark brown hair from her face. Happiness seeps from my pores like grains of sand just from hearing her words.

“You are already mine, Winter. You always will be.”

“No. I mean, I want to be yours. Completely.”

The implication behind her words has me stiff, but I don’t show the surprise on my face as I blink at her, urging her to let the words I want to hear out.

“I want you to mark me, Deacon Cross.”

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“Are you ready for me, baby?”

Winter’s answer is nothing but a sweet smile and a quick nod, “Yes.”

She hooks her hands around my neck, looking at me with expectant and eager eyes.

I don’t hesitate.

I don’t question myself like I did years ago when I took her virginity.

No one is coming between me and her.

I capture one of her nipples between my thumb and my index finger, pinching the little thing to pleasure.

My nose drags through the graceful column of Winter’s neck, her scent driving my fangs out.

She smells so good. Her whimpers and small moans sound so good to my ears.

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