Page 72 of Tempted By the Alpha Outlaw

The fierce desire to have him claim me in every way possible.

"I want your mouth," I blurt out. "Your hands..." My eyes drop to his chest as his fingers tighten on my waist, an audible gulp escaping my lips as I continue. "...your...your cock."

His breath hitches at the last word and I lift my gaze, finding his eyes dark with desire. His hands slide further down my waist, then squeeze my ass.

“Oh angel…you have no idea how fucking sexy it is when you say naughty words like that,” he chuckles. “But what else? I’ll give you anything.”

His approval makes me bold, and I’m more confident when I say, “I want you to mark me…and I want you to fuck me.”

His nostrils flare at my words, his eyes flashing with a hunger that sends a jolt of pure desire coursing through my veins. "Can't say no to that," he murmurs.

Then his lips crush onto mine in a fiery, passionate kiss. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting and teasing, staking a claim that leaves no room for doubt. I can't help but respond in kind, my own tongue battling with his as I return the kiss with all the passion I feel for him.

Breaking the kiss, he trails his lips down my neck, nipping and sucking on my sensitive skin, making me gasp and moan in pleasure. He stops when he reaches the junction of my neck and shoulder, his hot breath wafting over the spot where he intends to mark me.

“I wanna be inside you when I mark you, angel,” he breathes.

“Then I guess you need to undress me,” I reply.

His eyes spark with a predatory glint as he gives a low chuckle, his fingers finding the hem of my shirt. With one swift movement, he pulls it over my head, discarding it somewhere in the tall grass. His hot gaze roves over my exposed skin, making me shiver in anticipation.

I’m not wearing a bra, and his hands are on me in a split second, warm and firm as they cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. They harden instantly at his touch, sending jolts of pleasure straight down to my core.

“Colt!” I gasp.

“Stay quiet, angel,” he murmurs. “Wouldn’t want to be interrupted.”

It’s not exactly easy to do that, though, as he ducks his head to suck my nipple into his mouth, wrapping his arms around my waist to lift me toward him. I follow him down into the soft grass as he kneels, lowering me to the grass, his mouth never leaving me, hands going straight to the button of my jeans.

“You…” he starts as he kisses his way down my stomach, my hips, “…you are the finest damn thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, angel.”

He discards the rest of my clothes in the grass, then buries his face between my legs, an open mouth kiss on my pussy. I arch, clawing at the grass and finding myself knuckle-deep in soil, nails sharp with a partial shift.

“Gonna spend the rest of my life making you come,” he says, still talking, voice rumbling against my clit. “Gonna spend the rest of my life making you scream my name. Tasting you, marking you, claiming you.”

I gasp when his tongue slides over my clit, his fingers spreading me open for him. He’s relentless, his tongue lapping at me in a rhythm that makes me squirm and writhe beneath him, my hands fisting in his hair.

“Colt,” I whimper. “Please.”

He hums against me, a deliciously self-satisfied groan, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. Then he moves away, leaving me panting and wanting more.

He doesn’t leave me waiting long though. He quickly strips out of his jeans, discarding them next to my clothes in the grass. His cock juts toward me, knot swollen, and I can’t help but moan at the sight of him.

He’s beautiful, and he’s all mine.

He positions himself between my legs, his eyes locked on mine as he runs the head of his cock over my slick folds. The anticipation is a sweet, torturous ache, but I don't mind. I can see in his eyes that he's savoring every second of this as much as I am.

"Tell me you're ready," he growls, his voice low and husky.

"I'm ready," I whisper without hesitation. Ready for him, ready to be claimed by him, ready to be his in every way possible.

“Thank fuck,” he curses.

He pushes inside me, slow and steady. A gasp tears from my throat at the sensation of him filling me. He’s big and it hurts a little—I’m still sore from last night, from this morning—but the pleasure far outweighs any discomfort. His hands find mine in the grass, fingers intertwining as he begins to move.

His pace starts slow, but the rhythm of his thrusts increase as he becomes lost in the sensation of me, his eyes fluttering closed. His grip on my hands tightens, anchoring me to the ground as he takes what he wants, knot bumping against my entrance as he gets me ready.

"Oh God, Colt," I gasp, my voice breathy. The tension in my lower stomach coils tighter with every thrust, the pleasure building and building until I think I might shatter.

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