Page 58 of Tempted By the Alpha Outlaw

“Morning,” I reply, stepping closer. She meets me halfway and I slide my arms around her waist, pulling her in. I kiss her…and it feels like coming home, like there’s no other place I’m supposed to be. She moans against my lips, fingers curling against my bare chest.

Damn it, if we had more condoms, I might just keep her here for another night.

“You scared me for a second,” I murmur, pulling back and resting my forehead against hers. “Didn’t know where you ran off to.”

Her smile falters, just a little. “I didn’t mean to. I just…couldn’t sleep anymore. This place is amazing, Colt. I didn’t want to waste it.”

“Wish you’d have woken me up,” I tell her. I smirk as my hands lower to squeeze her ass, and Magnolia moans. “I’m starving.”

“I brought breakfast,” she breathes. “Um…since I…”

“Not for that,” I growl.

I back her up against one of the display tables, lifting her slightly to sit on its surface. She spreads her legs and welcomes me between her thighs as I drop to my knees, dragging my nose up her skin and scenting where she’s still sticky with arousal.

“Colt,” she whispers, threading her fingers through my hair.

“Can I lick your pussy, sugar?” I murmur, kissing up her thigh, my hands on her hips.

She gasps, her breath hitching at my words. Her hands tighten in my hair.

“Yes,” she breathes out, her voice trembling with anticipation.

I can't help the smile that tugs at my lips. I love how eager she is, how much she wants me. My girl isn't shy about her desires, and damn if that doesn't make me impossibly harder for her.

I press my lips to her inner thigh, trailing kisses up until I reach my goal. I lick a slow stripe along her slit and she gasps, her hands flying to my hair. Her taste is intoxicating—sweet and heady and so uniquely Magnolia that it’s irresistible.

She moans as I work her with my tongue, her hips bucking up to meet me. Her sounds fill the room as I worship her with my mouth, making sure she feels nothing but pleasure. She’s squirming and panting by the time I slide a finger inside her, curling it against that sweet spot inside her that has her crying out.

I look up at her from between her thighs, watching her as I keep working her with my tongue. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back, curls tumbling over her shoulders. The sight of her in such ecstasy sends a surge of primal satisfaction through me. She's here with me, under my touch, falling apart because of me.

Mine. All mine.

"Colt," she moans, her voice strained. "I...I..."

"Shh, sugar," I murmur, pushing a second finger into her, stretching her slowly. Her walls clench around me and I can't help but groan at the sensation. Fuck, I want my cock inside her again. "Just let go."

She bites her lip and shakes her head, her hands clutching at my hair as if she's holding on for dear life. "I want...I want…"

"You want what?" I ask, curling my fingers inside her again. She cries out and bucks up into my hand.

"I want you...inside me," she gasps out, her words coming out in broken fragments.

Fuck.

"I don't have any more condoms," I tell her. “We can’t?—”

“They have medicine back at the den,” she interrupts. “And…it’s not the full moon, right? Please…please, Colt…”

Her voice is desperate, pleading. I swallow hard, the taste of her still on my tongue. "Are you sure?" I ask, looking up at her. Her eyes are wide and vulnerable, but there's a determination there that I can't ignore.

"Yes," she says. Her hands slide down to cup my face, her thumbs brushing over my stubble. "Yes, Colt."

The sight of her, all flushed and panting with desire for me...it sends a bolt of lust straight to my cock. My wolf is howling inside me, demanding that I claim what's ours.

Screw it.

Her breath hitches as I stand up, pulling her closer to the edge of the table. She reaches out for me, her fingers fumbling with the button of my jeans.

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