Page 104 of Untraced Magic
Tyler’s lips left mine, turning to the front of the room to where Alpha Aden stared back at us. The Alpha’s irises flared, like a storm rolling in on a clap of thunder before finally turning his back on us.
A streak of satisfaction laced Tyler’s molten gaze as he cupped my face in his hands, until I could look nowhere but up at him.
“You’remymate, Morgan.Mybeautiful witch. And I know you could bring any man to his knees in a heartbeat, but gods help anyone who looks at you that way again.”
My heart slammed into my chest, as if it were fleeing from danger, arousal settling between my thighs as he undressed me with his wicked eyes, right in the middle of the glitzy pack house.
I needed him so badly, the ache of my sex a silent yet exquisite plea.
He sensed my undoing, my control slowly waning. The decency I clung onto by a single thread.
“Follow me,” he whispered into my ear, closing his hand around mine.
Tyler weaved us through the room of couples pushed together, drunk on a mixture of champagne and their own lust.
We exited the grand ballroom into a dimly lit hall, our feet mere whispers on the carpeted hallway. He moved to the side, pulling me into a library where books towered above us from floor to ceiling, their history lingering in my nostrils.
“Should we be in here?” I whispered.
Two fingers touched my lips, hushing me with a grin as he tugged me into an aisle.
“You are so bad,” I mused, letting him lead the way.
Stopping, he walked me backwards, air collecting in my chest in a rush as my back hit a set of bookshelves.
“Tyler…”
The look in his eyes was one of pure lust as his hands skimmed the length of my arms, stopping to lace his fingers through mine.
“These,” he said, motioning to each of my hands, and he lifted them so I held onto the shelf either side of me, “stay right here.”
I didn’t dare move my hands, fully on board with whatever he had in mind.
I followed his every move. I’d never seen him like this, so in control. And I liked it.A lot.
He placed his hands above me on the shelf, his lust-drenched eyes roaming the length of me as if admiring artwork. I almost laughed at the irony. In realityhewas the piece of art, a perfectly sculpted masterpiece, but he had no idea. So humble.
I dared a bold tongue, sex drenching my tone. “I thought you didn’t like it against the wall.”
He pressed his body against mine, his hard cock pushing against me. Those same eyes held a devilish spark in them now. “Someone changed my mind.”
Greediness flooded my insides, and I rocked my hips, yearning for his touch. A needy moan pulled from deep within me, and hequickly stifled it with his lips, dragging an urgency from me as his tongue devoured mine.
His hands lifted the front of my dress, slipped beneath the lace of my thong, sliding into my arousal waiting for him. He cursed. “So damn soft.”
His fingers circled the most sensitive part of me, my hands clawing the shelves at my sides at his expert touch. When he pushed inside me, I drew in a swift breath, my head leaning against his as he drew them out and back in again, devastatingly slow.
Noises I didn’t recognize purged from me until a lone finger landed on my lips, silencing my pleasure as he watched me with ravenous intent.
“Come for me. Right here. Right now,” he ordered.
His filthy whispers breathed heat throughout me, his hands seeming to get hotter every second. What the hell was happening to me?
I didn’t understand the intense heat igniting the flesh between my thighs, until it dawned on me.
Was he using his magic on his hands?
…On me?
