Page 209 of Altius
Taking a small step forward, I tugged on the hem of my only item of clothing—an oversized Wakeland State t-shirt Iliked to sleep in—emphasizing the outline of my bare breasts underneath.
“But I had to see you, Wyatt.” Looking up at him through my lashes, I pushed out my bottom lip and asked in a throaty murmur, “Didn’t you want to see me?”
“Morgan, is this…” His eyes raked down my bare legs and back up, lingering on my peaked nipples, before landing on my pouting mouth. “Are you pretending to be ten years younger right now?”
Slowly pulling off my glasses, I set them on the dresser as I padded closer. “Yes. And if I played my cards right, you should bedyingto channel all the pent-up lust of a twenty-one-year-old virgin into the very willing, scantily clad omega who just snuck into your hotel room.”
Pausing an arm’s length from Wyatt, I raised a brow at him.
“Or do you want to chase me around the living room for a bit before you have your way with me?”
I taunted him with a sarcastic half-smile and pulled up my shirt just enough to reveal that I wasn’t wearing any panties.
His pupils shrank. Massive chest shuddering with each disbelieving breath. Fists clenched tight. Cock twitching within the confines of his boxers.
I leaned closer. “What’ll it be—alpha?”
He lunged.
I darted, using my superior reflexes to rush to the window.
Just as Wyatt was about to grab me, I threw my bra into his face, a momentary distraction that allowed me to make a break for the living room.
I managed six steps before his muscular arm snagged me around the waist, hauling me backwards into the air, kicking and giggling. Despite having taunted his long-suffering alpha with an instinctual red flag, he manhandled me with utmost care.
Wyatt gently tossed me onto the bed—but I wasn’t about to go down without a fight.
Rolling toward the edge of the mattress, ready to make another break for it, I was unprepared for the double-whammy of his hand slapping my ass and his near-bark.
“Stay.”
My omega was all too desperate to comply.
Frozen on my elbows and left knee, right foot grazing the carpet, legs parted for him to do with as he pleased, I could only wait while Wyatt rummaged through his luggage.
The mattress dipped as he sank behind me, followed by the telltale snick of a plastic cap opening.
As Wyatt applied a generous amount of lube to my entrance, he let out a dark laugh. “Turns out being chased makes you wet.”
One thick finger sank into me, three knuckles deep.
“Almost wet enough for sex. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? A quick, dirty fuck before your coach realizes you’re missing.”
“Have to be fast,” I moaned as he probed my depths. “If they find me, I’ll be disqualified—”
Another slap to my ass almost made me squeal.
“How’s that my problem?” After a series of quick, shallow thrusts, Wyatt withdrew his hand. “You’re the one who snuck in here practically naked, begging for my fat cock. To be fucked and knotted, again and again. Didn’t you?”
“Yes!”
A tantalizing thrum brushed against the back of my right knee, making my limbs tremble.
Wyatt had put on a fingertip vibrator.
He ran it up the length of my leg, then traced maddening circles over the still-stinging flesh of my ass.
“We’re not going to rush, Morgan. No, we’re going to take our time. Move nice and slow until you’ve come so many times on my tongue and fingers that I’ll smell like you for days.”
