Page 18 of The Alpha's Bounty
My hands tangle in his shirt, clinging like he’s the only solid thing in a world that won’t stop spinning.Heat surges through me, fierce and demanding, and I realize I don’t want to stop.Not now.Not ever.
He doesn’t ask permission when he lifts me into his arms, but I don’t need him to.My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, my lips never leaving his.He carries me to the bedroom, every step purposeful, his growl rumbling against my chest like a drumbeat.
When he sets me on the bed, his hands linger on my hips, his forehead pressing to mine.He’s breathing hard, trying to rein himself in.
“You’re sure?”he rasps.
I nod, my voice trembling but certain.“Yes.I’m sure.”
Something in him breaks.His mouth claims mine again, slower this time, deeper, as if he’s memorizing me.His hands skim over my sides, my arms, my face, his touch reverent and desperate, like he can’t decide whether to worship or devour me.
“Need you naked,” he mumbles.
I nod.“You too.”
I inhale sharply as he reaches for the hem of my borrowed shirt and pulls it up and over my head.
“Goddamn,” he growls when he sees me in my bra.
“I…” I trail off, no idea what I was about to say.
“You’re gorgeous.”His words are so sincere that I believe him.
He reaches for my pants and tugs them down, taking the boxers I borrowed from him this morning with them.I’m left in only my bra.
I unclasp it, toss it aside, and lie back on the bed.“Your turn.”
Cyrus leaps off the bed and tears at his clothes.“The things that you do to me,” he says as he rips his shirt over his head.
My body burns so hot.All I can think about is being with Cyrus.All I want is to be his.“Show me,” I beg.
He climbs onto the bed beside me and pulls me into his arms.His body is hot against mine, his skin smooth.I’m instantly addicted to the way his hands move over me, to how he kisses me and positions me where he wants me.I’m a big girl, and I never thought anyone would be able to handle me the way Cyrus does so easily.
He nudges my thighs apart with his knee, rolling me under him and kissing his way down my body.His hands mold my breasts, and I gasp as he pinches my nipples.Kissing his way across my chest, he sucks a nipple into his mouth.The sensation of his hot mouth on the sensitive peak has me crying out.
Cyrus hums in response.“That’s it, mate.Let me hear you.”
“Oh, God,” I choke out.
His head lifts, and he stares at me.“No, mate.It’s just you snd me here.You only say my name when we’re together.”
He switches to my other breast, giving it the same delicious attention.He’s driving me crazy.All I can think about is him.All I can feel is his body and the things he’s doing to mine.
He releases my nipple with a pop and shuffles lower, kissing a trail down my torso and over the soft curve of my belly before shouldering his way between my thighs.
“Cyrus?”
He looks up at me.
“Hmm?”
“I need you,” I say, trying to tug him back up my body.
“You have me.But I need to get you ready for me.”
“I am,” I promise.
He chuckles as his thumb slides through my drenched folds.“I know, but I still want a taste.”
