Page 81 of Pride
Determination straightening her spine, she tugged off her shirt, and tossed it on the floor.
“Alice,” he said, eyes burning with wildfire. “If we keep going, I won’t be able to contain myself. Do you understand?”
“This is my favorite version of you.” She slid off her pants. Now she stood only in the lingerie she’d taken from his place.Theirplace.
Those luminous eyes flared with hunger, with surrender. She pushed him. With his pants around his ankles, he fell back onto her tiny cot. She didn’t care.
“I’ll hurt you,” he snarled, his fangs showing.
“You know I can take it.”
He sat up as she straddled him and removed her bra. They came together like crashing waves, hard at first but then melting into each other, becoming one. Alice’s body was a hurricane of sensation. Everywhere they met, she was on fire. His mouth on her breast, his hands at her back, the heat of his cock rubbing between her legs, only a thin scrap of fabric keeping it from where it needed to be. She was damp and ready, but he tested her with two fingers sliding past the edge of her panties.
She gasped and arched into him.
“Christ, Alice,” he cursed, stroking her from the inside. “You’re soaked.”
She had no words. Could only move on his fingers, riding him.
“Parker, I need…”
“Me.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Top drawer. Condom.”
He reached out and rifled around until he found it, gave her a sinful look, and then ripped the foil packet with those sharp fangs before rolling it on himself. “Do I want to know why you keep condoms in your drawer here?”
“No. Hurry.”
A guttural sound and he yanked her panties to the side, then positioned himself and sank her on his length. He filled her, stretched her to the limits. She held onto him and shuddered as the sensations threatened to obliterate all that she was. Every bit of her focus zeroed in on that joining. They panted together, chest to chest, her head in the crook of his neck. Masculine sweat and aftershave. For a tiny moment she was back in that safe place on his bed, hearing his soul-shattering purr, and knew that home was with him.
“Move,” he demanded. “Baby, move now.”
Baby.
One word and she was gone, his forever. She rode him, hitting the spot at her apex with every plunge. Soon she chanted his name under her breath. It was too much, his size, his strength, her sensations. Alice surrendered as he gripped her hips and thrust from beneath.
“More,” he ground out, ripping her underwear clean from her body and throwing it against the wall.
She sensed the struggle in him, still afraid to unleash it all, so gripped sweaty hair at his nape and bit the thick column of his neck, right over a vein. That was it. Explosion. He threw her back on the cot and rose over her like some kind of war god. With a single, swift motion, he yanked her arms over her head and clamped hard on her wrists. A look. Solid gold masculine entitlement, and she squirmed, writhing beneath the heat of his desire. Then, still holding her gaze, he continued his onslaught, pounding so hard and rough that they rocked the cot into the wall.
They were so loud, so relentless, that she feared the entire abbey would wake. And she didn’t care. Not one fuck. She wanted him badly. When her climax tore through her, he had the sense to cover her mouth until she bit his fingers, and then he swallowed her scream with a kiss.
After that, she was nothing but a mess of liquid sensation floating in clouds, but Parker… he was just getting started. He threw her ankles over his shoulders and gripped her thighs, rearing back to thrust into her with single-minded tenacity. He was glorious, skin pulled taut over slabs of hard muscle. That powerful metallic arm on one side, his smooth bulk on the other. Molten eyes that never released her own. The sight of him stole her breath, so much so that she felt the need building in her again.
“Yes, Alice. Come again,” he grunted, seeing the change in her expression, the small sounds she made. A burst of pheromones hit her, driving into her lungs, firing her synapses, heating every nerve ending until she exploded around him for the second time. “Come for me, baby.”
This time, there was no sound. She could do nothing but open her mouth and arch her back as bliss rolled through her. He pumped one more time and then threw his head back to snarl his release at the ceiling.
Afterward, they lay entwined for a long, hot minute, catching their breath.
And then someone shouted from the next room,“Assholes! Some of us are trying to sleep.”
“Some of us have blue beans over here!”
That was probably Mercy. Parker’s eyes widened, and he looked at Alice. She bit her lip to stop a smile.
“You could have at least invited one of us to join in!”shouted another.
