Page 37 of Alpha's Bullied Mate
“No,” Dakota said.
“Yes,” I growled.
“Sorry, I forgot my phone out here.”
Without looking, I reached behind me for the phone I’d already noticed next to the speaker and tossed it over my shoulder. I heard a yelp but no smash and figured it had been caught.
“Dakota, no fuckin’ offense, but you look good like that, you should—”
“Sam, I’m giving you till three to get the fuck out of the living room and not look at her for the next week.”
I glared over my shoulder as jealousy bubbled up. He shouldn’t even belookingat her, but Dakota only giggled and thanked him as he left.
A growl built in my throat. I noticed she’d been talking to my pack more this last week. She’d gotten comfortable, and while I loved that, a part of me was stupidly jealous.
When Sam left, Dakota cleared her throat. She crossed one slender leg over the other, the t-shirt riding up to expose more thigh and the black boxer shorts pulled up tight to show more skin. My heart rate picked up.
“Can’t handle the pretty girl talking to another guy, hmm?” Dakota purred at me, leaning in close. I tried not to breathe her in—myscent, lingering all over her skin. God, it was doing stupid things to me.
“I can,” I bit out. “But you’remycaptive.”
Even if she didn’t look like it, her hands braced behind her, her legs slender and exposed in my own clothes, and I couldn’t deny how comfortable she looked. How my pack had gotten comfortable with her enough to comment on her looks.
She cocked her head at me, and all I wanted to do is fist my hand in those red curls. My gaze dropped to the patch of underwear she showed, and I balled my hands into fists.
“I know you want to,” Dakota whispered. “Don’t you? You want to throw me down right here, pin me, make me a helpless she-wolf for you to take.” She put on a voice, almost as if she was mocking me. I snarled and leaned over her in one swift motion, her back pressed to the floor. But I didn’t touch her, not yet. My hands braced on either side of her head.
“No,” I told her, lowering my mouth to her ear. “No, I don’t want to pin you, or see you helpless. What I want to do is slide my hands up your legs, have you hold onto me, so I can take you to my bed. And, then, Dakota, I want to fuck you so hard that the whole house knows you’remycaptive. Not theirs. Not ours as a pack.Mine.” My eyes devoured the hungry, look in her gaze. “Because you always have been, haven’t you? You’ve always been mine.”
A small noise sighed through her mouth as I stopped being a fucking coward and finallytouchedher. Her legs parted to make more room for me. I meant what I said: I wanted to take her apart thoroughly in my own bed, where she would have a soft place to be lavished. Not a hardwood floor of a porch.Not where anyone would walk in and interrupt us, although the thought of making my claim on Dakota right here, where the porch bordered the living room, made me shudder.
I ran a finger down the length of the boxer shorts, tugging the waistband down with my fingertip, until it snapped back into place with a sharp sound. Dakota softly whimpered as I continued my journey of touching her. I drew a line down the center, between her legs, so the material pressed to her arousal. The heat already coming off her made me want to bury myself in it. Her hips canted up, as if wanting more of my touch. I smirked down at her and pulled the side of the underwear out to expose her, and the scent of her arousal was delicious.
“Off,” she pleaded. “I want you to take them off.”
“Right here?” I teased, pushing the material up, exposing the curve of her ass. I moved
my hand back between her legs, rubbing her folds through the fabric. Dakota whined, bucking up into my palm. “Right in the middle of the room, where any of them might see?” The desire to bite her like I’d almost done that day overwhelmed me. I gritted my teeth as I fought not to palm myself to relieve some tension. There would be time for everything once I got her to my room.
“I don’t care,” she breathed. “Just want you—”
“What do you want?” I asked her. “You’re mouthy when you want to be, sotell me—” I
pressed on her clit, earning a sharp moan in response that had every bit of blood rushing south, to my dick. “—what it is you want.”
It took her a few moments to find her voice, but she did, it came with her dragging my mouth down to hers. “Fuck me,” shepleaded, teeth catching my lip, biting, drawing me into a kiss. “Fuck me, Aidan.”
And who was I to deny her?
I let my fingers dig into her ass as I lifted her up from the ground. Dakota tangled her legs around my waist and I carried her to my bedroom. Before I could get her onto the bed, I pushed her against my closed bedroom door, grinding into her, as she grappled with the t-shirt she wore.
“Wait,” I said, against her lips. “Keep it on.”
She bit my ear, laughing. “Possessive alpha, much? I’m notyours.”
Except she was, and we both realized it, even if we turned it into a game of teasing the other.
“By the end of this, I’ll have you on your knees, admitting that you are,” I growled into her neck, licking a stripe up the column of her throat.
