Page 4 of The Alpha's Envy

“You’re wearing far too many clothes for my liking.”

A strangled groan escapes him when I stretch up, smoothing my hands over his tense shoulders to slip the shirt completely off his back. My heavy breasts graze his chest, and he curses, finally giving in and cupping them, taking their weight in his palms as he massages and teases them, fascinated.

When my hands move to his belt, he clamps one big hand over mine, halting my progress.

“Marie…” he warns, voice thick and husky. Without saying it, he’s telling me there will be no going back if I touch him. He’s too close to the edge.

“Jonathan,” I mimic softly, giggling, which earns me a snarl.

His wolf is in no mood for jokes. He doesn’t think I’m taking his concern seriously. I am. But the problem is, it’s making me want him even more.

His belt jangles as I open it, purring in victory when I get the front of his pants undone. Sliding my hand inside and gripping his cock tightly through the thin material of his boxers, I moan appreciatively. He’s huge, thick, and long, and twitches against my palm in response to my touch.

“I appreciate that you’re willing to wait, but I’m not.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, voice gruff, as I slide my hand up and down his length, watching in awe when his eyes darken. “My wolf wants you. Right now. And it’s not going to be gentle.”

Licking my lips and biting my bottom lip in anticipation, I nod.

I’ve never been more sure of anything.

Before I know what’s going on, he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. Two quick strides and he has me pressed against the wall, his face buried in my neck, as he drags his sharp teeth over the spot where he’ll mark me. It’s dominant, and oh so sexy.

Crying out at the tingles that race across my skin and the jolt of ecstasy that travels straight between my thighs, I arch into him.

He doesn’t give me any more time to think about it as he frees his thick cock and notches it against my drenched pussy.

“Look how wet you are. I can scent how much you want me, Marie. Tell me I can have you.”

Gripping the back of his neck, I rock my hips forward, trying to push down on his cock.

“Yes. I’m yours.”

I need him to be inside me. I crave it. It’s like a physical ache deep inside me that will only go away when he splits me in two with his throbbing cock.

“You’re mine. All fucking mine.”

Something about his possessive tone makes me feral, and I dig my nails hard into his skin, encouraging him to get a move on.

“Please,” I beg, desperate for him to fill me up.

“Your wish is my command. Always.” With one sure thrust, he buries himself to the hilt in my greedy pussy, and I gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness.

My core clenches around him, and he groans as he pulls back out, almost all the way, before slamming back inside.

“Fuck.” He groans, thumping his fist against the wall beside my head. “Fuck, how is it this good?”

His cock drags across every overly sensitive nerve ending inside me, and I whimper, biting my lips as I fight against the urge to just let go and come all around him. But he’s still holding back as he pushes in and out; his arms around my back are stiff, and his features tense.

“Take me, Alpha. I’m made for you. I won’t break.”

When I whisper against his ear and bite his earlobe hard, he snaps. Like a switch has flicked within his head, Jonathan relaxes, giving in to his desires as he sets a brutal pace. He buries himself into me, over and over, one arm holding me in place with a bruising grip, while the other braces him against the wall to stop my back from hitting it.

I cling to him for dear life, rocking my hips forward and grinding my clit against him on each thrust, panting as my insides tighten around him.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

He slams his lips against mine, our tongues tangling as we pant and sweat.

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