Page 73 of Taken By the Alpha Priest

“You don’t say,” he quips, his lips twitching into a smirk.

With a little tug, I do away with the rest of his shirt, the shredded pieces falling to the stable floor like ribbons. I step back slightly to admire him, my gaze roaming over the broad planes of his chest, the muscles shifting beneath his bronze skin. There’s a smattering of scars—small, faded reminders of battles fought and survived—and the sight of them makes my chest tighten with something I can’t quite name. Admiration? Longing? Whatever it is, it feels raw and overwhelming.

“You’re beautiful,” I whisper, the words escaping before I can stop them.

Reyes raises an eyebrow, his smirk softening into something gentler. “That’s not exactly the word I’d use.”

“Well, it’s the one I’m going with,” I say firmly, stepping closer again. My hands find their way to his shoulders, the heat of his skin searing against my palms. “You’ve got, like…a whole stash of shirts somewhere, right? With how many of these I’ve ruined, I’m starting to feel bad.”

He laughs, the sound rumbling through both of us as he leans in. “Don’t worry. We’ve got plenty. Though at this rate, I might have to start hiding them from you.”

“Oh, so you think I have no self-control?” I tease, arching an eyebrow.

“None,” he says, deadpan, though the sparkle in his eyes gives him away.

I laugh, shaking my head. “Well, you’re not exactly helping, standing there looking like…that.”

His hands find my waist, steadying me as he pulls me closer. “If it makes you feel better,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple, “I don’t have any self-control around you, either.”

I duck my head against his neck to inhale his smoky scent, dragging my tongue over my bite mark before growling in his ear.

“Here,” I say. “Now.”

I turn and push him backwards onto a bail of hay. He stares up at me with a dazed smile, reaching for his pants and unzipping them. I don’t need any fanfare this time around—I just want to feel him inside me, filling me up. His thick cock falls out of his pants, the heft of him making my mouth water, and I get on my knees in front of him.

Now that I’m not in such a haze—like I was last night on that altar—it’s time to have a little fun. “I bet it’s been a while since you got head, huh?” I ask, reaching to stroke him. I widen my fingers to palm his knot. They don’t even reach all the way around.

I think he’s been struck speechless. Or at least, it seems that way when I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. Reyes groans and tilts his head back against the wooden wall of the barn, his arms limp at his sides as I suck him deep into my throat.

“Fuck,” he curses. His hand reaches to tangle in my hair, but I growl a warning.

“I’m in charge,” I mutter. “Stay still.”

As if compelled, he draws his hands away, placing them firmly at his sides. He doesn’t even rock his hips as I draw him deep into my throat, spit dripping down his shaft and over his knot. I taste precum on the back of my tongue like so much red wine, and just vaguely like blackberries.

We’ve become one flesh, just like he said. Intermingling and colliding.

I squeeze his knot as much as I can as I keep sucking, harder, faster. He tastes so fucking good I could do this for hours…especially when he loses control again and takes hold of my hair, pulling hard. His hips rock up into my throat, and I raise my eyes to see that his are closed, his brow furrowed, that gorgeous body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat.

“Tilda…” he rumbles. “I’m going to…”

I pull off of him with a pop, stroking him slowly. “Don’t you dare come until you’re inside me,” I murmur.

He tugs softly on my hair again, and with his free hand, he pats his knee.

“Then get up here,” he commands.

I stand and shimmy out of my jeans, and Reyes gazes up at me with the kind of reverence I thought he was supposed to reserve for the divine.

“Are you going to knot me now?” I ask.

“No,” he says. “And don’t…don’t order me to do it, because I think your powers of suggestion are growing.”

My panties are already soaked through, the heady scent of him invading my senses. My pussy throbs with need, my inner walls clenching with an overwhelming desire to swallow him whole.

I straddle him, and we both close our eyes and gasp at the contact. He’s so fucking thick that I can’t believe I’m not sore today, but I guess it just has to be that wolf magic.

“I wish you would, though,” I whisper, careful not to say the word.

---