Page 112 of Tempted By the Alpha Outlaw

His voice is a low, intoxicating rumble, a promise I know he'll keep. His thrusts are slow and measured, taking his time to drive me wild with anticipation. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper with each stroke. He buries his face in my neck, his breath hot and ragged against my skin as he fights for control.

“Colt…” I moan, clutching at his shoulders. He groans in response, the sound vibrating through me, fueling my need for him.

He lifts his head to look at me, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says, voice thick with desire. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip before he captures it in a searing kiss.

He changes the angle of his thrusts just slightly, and suddenly he's hitting that sweet spot inside me with every movement. I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out, my eyes squeezing shut.

“Please,pleasecome for me, angel,” he rasps, voice hoarse. There’s an honesty there that feels out of place, strange…like he needs my pleasure to survive. “Gotta feel you come on my cock.”

My body responds to his plea with a force I can't control, a wave of pleasure that surges through me. I come apart beneath him, clenching around him. My nails dig into his back as I buck up against him, lost in the overwhelming sensations.

Colt groans, feeling the spasms of my orgasm tightening around him. His thrusts become erratic, his control slipping away. He buries his face in my neck, teeth grazing my collarbone as he fights the urge to come.

“Colt,” I whimper, my fingers threading through his hair. “Please…I need you to…”

“I know what you need,” he murmurs against my skin. His words are punctuated by another hard thrust that makes me gasp.

With a groan, he pushes in deeper, the knot at the base of his cock pressing against my entrance. He pauses for a moment, eyes meeting mine. There’s a question there, a silent request for permission.

I give a small nod, my hands moving to his hips to urge him onward.

Then he’s there.

He slides his knot inside me with a smooth thrust that leaves us both breathless. My body tenses as I accommodate his size, the unique sensation sending another ripple of pleasure through me. His eyes are on mine, watching me carefully for any discomfort.

His hand moves to cup my cheek as he leans in to press his lips against mine, swallowing any sounds that escape from between my lips. There's a tenderness in the way he kisses me, a softness reserved for me alone.

And one day…one day soon, a softness he’ll show our child.

The thought makes my head spin, my heart stutter—and I start crying without meaning to, without realizing it.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Colt pulls back immediately, his expression filled with concern as he watches me. Knotted inside me, he can’t pull out now—so his hand gently wipes away my tears, his thumb caressing my cheek in an attempt to soothe me. My pussy clenches around him and we both shudder, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

"I'm fine," I manage to say between sobs, a weak smile pulling at my lips. His eyes are filled with worry, and I hate that I'm the cause of it. "I'm just...happy."

"Happy?"

Colt’s gaze softens. He understands, somehow, he always does. "Shhh, it's alright," he murmurs against my lips. "I've got you."

His hand comes up to cradle the back of my head as he holds me close, his body a warm, comforting presence against mine. I feel safe in his arms, cherished and loved in a way I've never felt before.

Then…then the heat surges, Colt holds me tight…and he moves.

Our lovemaking is deliberate, careful, deep…a slow grind that draws a gasp from my lips. His breath hitches, the rhythm of his heart thumping against my chest increasing. He's trying to control himself, to prolong the moment for us both. But his body is betraying him, his hips instinctively rocking into mine with each groan that escapes him.

Colt’s knot swells inside me, putting consistent pressure on my g-spot as my body falls into a long, endless orgasm—the kind I only seem capable of on the night of the full moon. My hands grip at his back, nails digging into the flesh as another wave of pleasure crashes over me. I’m shaking, trembling beneath him as he growls low in his throat.

"Christ...you feel so incredible," he wrenches, his voice shaking with the effort to keep himself under control.

I can barely breathe, let alone respond. The fullness, the connection between us is all-consuming, immersing me in a world where only Colt exists.

“I want you to come inside me,” I gasp.

He somehow finds the fortitude to laugh. “A little too late for that, huh?”

I chuckle weakly. “Guess so,” I gasp, fingers digging into his back as I arch beneath him, riding the waves of pleasure.

His eyes darken as he watches me writhe beneath him. His hand moves to tangle in my hair, tilting my head back to expose my neck. His mouth descends on his healed bite mark, reminding me of the bond between us, unbreakable. His hips start to rock faster, my pussy clenching in time with his thrusts.

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