Page 41 of Ruthless Alpha
Ignoring the many surfaces the room offered and the promised bed upstairs, Xander crowded me against the door, filling up my vision and stealing the breath from my lungs. From that position, it was easy for him to slip a knee between my thighs as his hands travelled up my body, following my curves until he was cupping my face in his large, calloused hands, drinking kisses from my mouth like a parched man in the desert.
I was no less desperate for him. It had been too long since our mating, too long since he’d last touched me, and I didn’t know when I’d get to have him next. I tugged at the waistband of his pants, but he grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away.
“Not yet, angel.”
When he dropped to his knees, I thought he was going to fuck me with his fingers again, but this time, when he dragged my pants and underwear down my legs, he lifted me by the thighs so I was sitting on his shoulders, his nose nuzzling against my core. A thrill of heat ran through me, and I shivered as histongue parted my folds to lap at the wetness he found between them.
We moaned in unison, my hands burying themselves in his hair to anchor myself. Every firm lick brought on another wave of pleasure, and soon I was gasping and whimpering uncontrollably, helpless beneath the onslaught of pleasure. When he fixed his lips around my clit and sucked, I lost control of myself utterly, my thighs trembling around his ears as I let out a long, high whine, bucking my hips ineffectually against his mouth. I could feel myself growing wetter and wetter beneath his mouth, climbing higher and higher toward my peak, but just when I thought I would tumble over the edge, he stopped.
I barely had time to complain because he only unhooked my legs from his shoulder long enough to free his cock before he pushed me higher, my knees spread wide and bent over his arms. I could hear myself dripping onto the stone floor beneath us, and my breath came in desperate pants as I met Xander’s endless dark eyes. There was a fierce determination in his expression, as if he could fuck me into compliance, and part of me wished he could.
“Do it,” I breathed. “I want to feel you after you’re gone.”
I couldn’t tell if the growl he let out was anger or desire, but I felt the blunt pressure of his cock at my entrance, and then he was pushing in, stretching me so wide I could hardly stand it. I clawed and scratched at his back, feral with the overwhelm and the need for more, deeper, harder. Xander caught my mouth with his own, and I moaned as I tasted myself, sharp and musky on his tongue.
I was bereft when he pulled out, even if it was just for a moment before he plunged back into me, demanding that my body give in to his. I did so gladly, hardly feeling theuncomfortable stretch in my legs from the way they were held, or the rough wood against my back. I only knew where Xander’s body and mine were connected; his hot, greedy kisses were a balm to the addictive burn of his cock dragging in and out of me, his rhythm hard and fast and relentless.
He was hitting something deep inside me, sending shockwaves through my body with every thrust. Again and again, he hit that hidden, secret place until my body could take no more. I shattered around him, pleasure cresting and bursting and rolling through every inch of my body. Xander was still driving into me like a man possessed, and as my pussy spasmed around him, he came with a guttural roar, his fingers digging into the meat of my ass hard enough to bruise. I hoped it would bruise.
I winced as he pulled out, already sore and devastated at our separation.
“Sorry,” Xander muttered as he pulled his pants back up, his cock still glistening with my arousal. He tucked an errant curl behind my ear, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to my forehead.
“I have to go,” he whispered, and my heart clenched.
“You could stay—”
“If I stay any longer, I’ll never leave.”
I wanted that more than anything. I wanted him to stay here with me in this little cottage forever, but asking him to abandon his Pack would be as cruel as asking me to stay with them.
“You’ll come back soon?” I asked, my voice thick with tears I refused to let fall.
“Soon,” he promised.
With one final kiss, so fleeting I hardly felt it, he was gone.
Chapter 19 - Xander
Despair was pointless. The shape of Rosie’s absence might loom large, dogging my every step, but I couldn’t let it consume me. I had work to do. If my plan was going to work, if I was going to bring her home, then I would need to be sharp.
It started with gathering my friends—a feat which had grown more difficult with every passing year—to ask about rule enforcement and how their attitudes toward females had changed over the years. It took over a week to get everyone over to Ensign, but their presence soothed the incessant, demanding growl of my wolf.
Noah was conspicuously absent, but the others all had something to offer; Ensign might not be ready to take the kind of steps Lapine had in recent years—with Cal gearing up to announce his daughter as Heir over his son—but it was possible to write their safety into the laws of the island. That was where Leo came in; when he’d taken on the mantle of Alpha, high-ranking males had seen almost all females as their property to do with as they pleased, but after only a few years under his leadership, Argent had become arguably the most peaceful island on the archipelago.
We’d talked from sunrise to sunset, but by the time Cal, Leo, and Ethan were ready to make the run home, we had a plan.
“Hey,” I said, my hand on Ethan’s shoulder. “Don’t mention any of this to Rosie, okay?”
“Sure,” he agreed easily. “I can’t promise the same for Julia, but I’m sure she won’t say anything.”
“You could just not tell her,” I said, and he gave a single barking laugh.
“Good one.”
Then he was gone, and a hulking gray wolf was in his place. Jace and I watched the three of them race off toward the Argent bridge, lingering on the porch despite the chill of the evening air.
“You should go, too,” I told him.
