Page 57 of Tempted By the Alpha Outlaw

I can feel the tension in his body slowly fade away, his heartbeat slowing to a steady rhythm against mine. But he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t break the connection between us.

“Colt,” I whisper, my voice barely audible above the sound of our heavy breathing.

“Hmm?” He nuzzles into my neck, his stubble scratching lightly against my skin.

“That was…” I pause. “Does it always feel like that?”

He chuckles, the sound low and throaty against my skin. "No, Magnolia, it doesn’t," he admits, his voice a low rumble. "With you...everything feels different. The whole world feels different."

His admission makes my heart flutter in my chest, a warm feeling spreading through me. I can feel his cock twitch inside me at his words and I can't help but tighten around him instinctively, drawing a low groan from him.

"Fuck...you're gonna kill me," he whispers into my ear, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, thumbs teasing the sensitive peaks once more. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through me and I let out a soft moan, grinding against him.

His breath hitches in his throat as he lifts his head to look at me, his eyes dark and filled with desire. "You're insatiable," he murmurs before capturing my lips with his in a heated kiss.

And just like that, I forget the strange thoughts I had…the way it felt like nothing had been more right than when he was inside me.

Because Colt Morgan is making love to me again.

And there’s no way I’ll let anything distract me from this perfect night.

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COLT

Iwill never get enough of her.

In and out…my cock buried inside her most of the night, my teeth grazing her pulse, her fingernails raking scratch marks down my back. After we run out of condoms, she begs me to fuck her raw, to breed her, and I somehow find the good sense and willpower to bury my face between her legs and lick her pussy until dawn instead.

And that’s where I ultimately fall asleep–between her legs, utterly spent.

I wake with a start, my senses flaring before I’ve even opened my eyes. For a heartbeat, panic grips me—Magnolia’s warmth is gone, her scent faint in the space around me. The old break room where she set up this nest–with, I now realize, the full intent to seduce me–is quiet, morning light filtering in through the window overhead.

It’s already mid-morning, has to be.

…her parents are going to kill me.

Sitting up, I rake a hand through my hair, the blankets around me already cold. “Maggie?” I call, my voice rough from sleep. “Magnolia?”

No answer.

I push myself to my feet, the tension in my chest growing as I grab my jeans and step into them in a hurry. My shirt is gone–I guess I tossed it somewhere, so I’m going to have to try like hell to find it or I’ll have to roll back into Austin bare-chested with my girl riding shotgun. My ears strain for any sound, every instinct screaming at me to find her.

And then, faintly, I hear it—a soft hum floating through the air, sweet and lilting, carried on the breeze.

Relief washes over me so fast it makes me dizzy. I follow the sound, stepping outside into the pale glow of early morning. The sun is just beginning to rise, painting the observatory grounds in soft golds and pinks. The air is crisp, still holding the coolness of night, and for a moment, I just stand there, taking it in.

And then I see her.

She’s walking around barefoot, taking pictures of different displays with her little polaroid camera. Sunbeams stream through the broken windows, catching in her hair, turning the dark coils into a halo. She’s wearing my t-shirt, looking like she belongs in it. It brushes against her thighs, and I can scent that she’s not wearing anything underneath…and she smells fucking divine. She’s humming to herself as she moves, her hands trailing over the old machinery, the camera clicking every so often.

She doesn’t belong here. Not in the jagged, chaotic mess of my life. She’s too bright, too good, too…everything.

But selfish bastard that I am, I don’t care.

I stay where I am, watching her for a moment longer, letting the sight of her wash over me. My wolf is calm now, quiet and content just to be near her.

When she finally notices me, her gaze lifts, and her smile is like the sunrise itself. “Good morning,” she says, her voice warm and soft.

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