Page 195 of Altius
“You might not like it, Morgan,” he said, “but in here… Iamyour alpha. And I’ll give you everything you need.” Joaquin nipped at my bottom lip. “Now, be a good girl and take off my pants.”
I gave his buckle a half-hearted yank, earning a sharp tug on my hair, arching my neck even further.
“Refresh my memory,” he said, running his tongue across his front teeth, circling the tip of his right canine. “What’s your stance on spanking?”
“Only when I deserve it.”
His ever-present smirk intensified. “Edging?”
“Is that a promise…” Maintaining eye contact, I unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled it off, wrapping the worn leather around my fist. “Or a threat?”
“With this mouth, why not both?”
Joaquin traced my lips with his thumb, slipping the tip inside, inadvertently leaving a faint trail of my heady orchid scent across my tongue. It had a richer sweetness and more aromatic undernote than I remembered.
But it was his peppery flavor that made me tighten my lips around his thumb, giving it a few prolonged sucks while I undid the top button of his jeans.
“That’s it,” he said, inching closer to the bed, slipping his thumb deeper into my mouth even as he tightened his hold on my hair. “Just like that… Gotta warm you up for my cock.”
I didn’t need to look to know he was already half hard. The solid ridge of heat pressing against my wrist was proof enough. I dragged my teeth along the underside of his thumb while simultaneously lowering his zipper.
His belt slipped from my grasp. The metal of the buckle hitting the paint-splattered floorboards cut through the lustful haze of my thoughts.
Pulling back, breathing hard, I stared at the alpha before me—my boyfriend’smate—worried that I’d crossed a line.
“Alijah—”
A suggestive chuckle allayed my worries.
“I don’t keep my babe in the dark.” A rough fingertip slowly traced the Olympic rings inked into my skin, one at a time, a prolonged, subtle claim that left me shivering. “Not when it comes to you, Morgan.”
“Is… Can he join us?”
“In a bit.”
Hooking a finger through the hinge of my glasses, he pulled them off, casually tossing them onto the nightstand.
Then Joaquin dropped his jeans and boxers in one smooth motion, revealing the hardening length of his cock and the sugar skull tattoo that dominated his left thigh.
“Like what you see?” he teased, grabbing a bottle of lube from a nightstand drawer before easing down onto the bed beside me, settling on his back. “Why don’t you take a closer look? Real close.”
Inching toward him on my knees, I hesitantly traced the fern leaf on his left trapezius that mirrored the placement of Alijah’s mating bite.
“Do all your tattoos have meanings?”
“Pretty much,” he said, running his hand up my thigh to toy with the waistband of my panties. “But I won’t tell you unless there’s something in it for me.”
“Like what—one kiss per tattoo?”
“Nah, too tame.” A predatory gleam flashed in his eyes. “One tattoo for every finger I can fit into that tight pussy of yours, with a bonus for every inch of my dick you suck.”
Tilting my head to the side, I stared at Joaquin for a long moment, then pointed to his thigh.
“The sugar skull is for your grandmother with the amazing chili recipe.” Nodding toward the spider lily on his right hand, I added, “That’s for your dads, and the—”
“Nope, you’re cheating.” Joaquin fisted the side of my panties, tugging me closer. “And I won’t keep playing unless you sit on my face.”
Indulging in a laugh, I rolled my eyes and acquiesced, slipping off my underwear before straddling his chest, legs parted to give him easy access while I took hold of his pulsing hardness, tongue darting out to tease the head.
