Page 81 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter
“Hard to say,” she says. “When you live in a place like this, and your dad’s always in your ear telling you women are property, I think it messes with your head. I can remember Ephraim trying to stop him the night he…the night he executed my mama, though. She was just trying to stand up for the women here.”
“And the relationship between the two of you?”
“Well, it would probably be better if I hadn’t stolen his mate,” Peaches says with an awkward grimace.
“Guess that would put a damper on things,” I snort.
“He had just taken an omega mate—a girl named June,” Peaches says. “Me and June got close because we lived together in the Citadel. She was the one who hatched the whole plan, actually—and we followed through on it together.”
“Where does Abel fall into this whole equation?” I ask.
She rolls her eyes. It’s obvious she doesn’t like the guy—and I can understand why, given the way he’s treated her. “Abel’s trash,” she says. “Always has been, always will be. His daddy wasGideon’s second for a long time, until he died fighting for the Heavenly Host in Cuba a few years back.”
“And you and him?” I ask.
Our eyes meet and something feral stirs in my chest. I don’t like the idea of there even being a them—the notion of him touching her, him thinking she belongs to
him, makes me want to tear his throat out.
“There is no me and him,” she says. “There never was. He was a stupid boy who thought he got to take whatever was promised him. He was wrong…especially because you were out there the whole time.”
She bites her lip.
“I don’t belong to anyone but you, Javi.”
My eyes roam over her body—her freckled breasts, her nipples red and pointed from my touch, bite marks scattered across her skin. She spreads her legs and my jaw drops at the sight of her swollen cunt, my body responding to how much she still wants me.
“Get on the bed,” I command.
She does as she’s told, crawling back onto the bed on her elbows and knees, then settling on her back, all soft limbs and parted lips. Her curls fan around her like a halo and her legs stay spread—an open invitation, an offering.
Mine.
All mine.
And she knows it now.
Her eyes stay on me, wide and wanting, and there’s no trace of shame in her. Just hunger. Just that deep, instinctive knowledge that I’ll take care of her, that I’ll give her what she needs.
I climb over her slowly, bracing myself on either side of her hips. Her thighs press up against my ribs and I lower until ourforeheads touch, our noses brushing, my breath ghosting over her lips.
“Say it again,” I murmur, my voice low and rough.
She licks her lips, her cheeks flushed, her gaze holding mine.
“I don’t belong to anyone but you,” she whispers. “I’m yours, Javi.”
A growl rips out of me before I even know it’s coming. My mouth crashes onto hers in a claiming kiss—deep and unrelenting. She opens for me instantly, her hands fisting in my hair, her tongue dancing with mine like she’s been kissing me for years.
I reach down between us and slide two fingers through her folds, gathering the mess I left there. She moans into my mouth when I circle her clit, her hips jerking against my touch, needy all over again.
“Look at you,” I mutter against her lips. “Still soaked for me.”
“I can’t help it,” she breathes. “You make me?—”
I thrust two fingers inside her and she cuts off with a gasp, her back arching, her lips falling open in a silent moan. I curl them, finding her sweet spot instantly, watching her fall apart all over again.
“I know what you need,” I tell her. “And I’m going to give it to you.”
