Page 71 of Tempted By the Alpha Outlaw

I moan as I open to him.

There’s a hunger beneath this kiss, raw and untamed, and it ignites a fire low in my belly. His hands tighten on my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I swear I feel the rumble of his wolf beneath his skin, barely contained. My fingers thread through his hair, tugging gently, and he growls into my mouth, the sound sending a delicious shiver down my spine. It’s like he’s unraveling, bit by bit, every hesitation and wall he’s tried to keep between us crumbling with every stroke of his tongue against mine.

“Magnolia,” he growls, his lips curling into a smile. “Any chance you picked up more condoms between the time we got back and now?”

I shake my head. “I don’t care.”

“We should?—”

I tug on his hair hard enough to meet his eyes, taking him by surprise. He lets out a harsh breath, that clear blue gaze piercing through me.

“I don’t care,” I tell him, rocking my hips against his quickly hardening cock. “I don’t want to wait for any of it.”

For a moment, he looks at me, his eyes flickering with surprise, then hunger. I know I’m being reckless, but I truly cannot be bothered to worry about it; this is what I want right now, and I’ll have it. His grip on my waist tightens. "Are you sure?"

I don't answer with words.

Instead, I lean in and claim his lips with mine once more, pouring every ounce of my certainty into the kiss.

Colt lets out a primal growl and his hands slide down to cup my ass, pulling me against him so I can feel how hard he is even through both our jeans. My heart races, my blood heats, and I know this is what I want.

This is what I need.

His lips continue to move over mine, the taste of him intoxicating. His hands are hot, his fingers firm as they bracket my waist—then he’s suddenly lifting me, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck so I don’t fall.

I don’t know where he’s taking me—there’s not really a good place for…well, what we’re about to do, and I can’t exactly take him home—and I’m surprised when I find myself outside, the cool air on my skin. Colt is striding toward the edge of the pack’s land, the moon shining bright overhead, almost full.

I cling to him tightly, my heart pounding in my chest. I don't know what's going to happen, but I trust him completely. His pace slows as we approach the border of the territory, and he gently lowers me to the ground.

I look around us, my breath hitching in my throat as I take in the sight. A clear, open field bathed in moonlight, the tall grass whispering in the breeze. It's beautiful, ethereal.

“What…why?” I whisper.

“Because if we’re doing this, we’re doing it in the moonlight,” he growls, his eyes glinting like opals. He’s in a partial shift…

…he’s going to give me his bite, his mark.

He puts me down on my feet, gentler than I could ever expect. He locks eyes with me as he lowers his hands to the hem of his shirt…peels it off of his muscular torso, revealing miles upon miles of toned muscle and intricate tattoos. I saw it all last night, but I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of it.

Seeing him, all of him.

Knowing he’s mine.

My breath hitches when his hands lower to my shirt, dragging it up my waist. “I need to hear you say it,” he rumbles.

“Say…” I gasp when he slides his hands underneath, finds my nipples and squeezes. “Say what?”

“What you want,” he goes on. “Exactly. Explicitly.”

“I want you,” I try to say, suddenly shy. What does he want me to do? Tell him where I want his cock? How I want him inside me, how I could die happy with this man between my legs?

His nose drags up my neck, the movement so controlled that I can tell he’s only hanging on by a thread. “Ask me for it,” he teases.

I stare at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want you," I say again, louder this time. But he shakes his head, a challenging smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

"More, Magnolia." His voice is a low growl, the wolf within him close to the surface.

My teeth catch my lower lip and I swallow hard, embarrassment coloring my cheeks. But beneath that embarrassment is a spark of something else...anticipation. Excitement.

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