Page 98 of With A Little Luck
The thoughts take over, and my skin pebbles with goose bumps. I stiffen as she wraps her small fist around my length and begins to jerk my tip against her clit.
Aren’t we missing steps?
The steps are mount, rut, breed, claim.
Do it now!
Anxiety rips through my chest as I recognize the signs they warn all alphas about. The ones that mean rational thought is on the way out and rut is on the way in.
“Just roll over. I can ride you,” Quincy says, nodding dramatically. Her long dark hair fans around her, and she’s a vision.
“I’ve never done this, but I’m forgetting something,” I admit, nuzzling my cheek to hers.
She releases my dick, and it falls against her pussy. “Roll over, Trigg!”
My system once again snaps into action at her bossy order, and I end up on my back next to her. She grunts and struggles to sit up, and I curse myself for failing to be a gentleman. My forearm slides between her and the bed, and I help her up.
Ripping off Ridge’s T-shirt, she tosses it aside and climbs over me. Her hair falls over her breasts and around her swollen stomach as she traps my shaft to my pelvis.
She’s so damn beautiful.
I caress her hips, and my eyes widen.
There’s no way she’s not running a fever.
She’s slick and warm, and the friction feels fucking incredible, but concern bites through the haze of fog that comes before rut.
“What will help you feel better?” I ask, teasing my hands up her side.
“This,” she groans, grabbing my cock and guiding it to her opening. “I’m so sorry. We can have sweet first-time sex later. If that works?”
“I don’t believe you can have a first timetwice. That would be a sweetsecondtime, but far be it from me to complain about implied additional intimacy.”
“You’re making my brain confused.” She grunts, wiggling her hips and sinking down my length. “Just tell me I’m pretty and you want me.”
I would…if I could form words.
Her walls stretch around my crown, and I growl, pushing up onto my forearms until I’m vertical. Sucking in my abs makes room for the baby, and I wrap my arm around her lower back.
“You’re stunning, and I want you more than my next breath,” I growl, fighting against the fog.
She’s clearly hazy. That means one of us has to keep our wits about us.
I’m not sure what I imagined sex would be like, but I ache to toss her down and rut into her like a beast.
She rises and falls on her knees, resting her forehead against my shoulder. Her warm breath fans over my skin, and she melts into me. “I’ve never done drugs, but if I had to compare this feeling to something, I would say I’m high. Like warm and floaty, but I want to come.”
Anything I’ve attempted in life, I’ve excelled at. Well, unless you count connecting with other people, but I never put much effort into that until meeting Quincy. Considering she’s riding my cock, I’ll count that as one in the win column.
I suppose the universe had to humble me at some point. I only wish it wasn’t at such a vital time. It’s not putting on a dismal performance that is my concern. It’s genuinely not knowing how to meet her needs.
Heats are more than simple desire.
They’re a biological response.
And I need to be able to take care of her. My system is convinced it understands how to make that a reality, but giving in to my instincts feels dangerous with the baby in the mix.
“Fine,” Quincy huffs. “I can do it.” She snakes her hand between us, teasing her clit.
