Page 123 of The Alpha Dire Wolf
“Igive,” I whispered, leaping into his arms, trusting.
Linc pulled me to him, my legs wrapping around his waist. He held me there, biceps taut and flexed without the faintest sign of a tremble. Another symbol of how strong he was.
But the most surprising part was when he didn’t immediately tear the breath from my lungs with the kiss I’d been expecting.
“You give?” he rumbled, his focus darting from one eye to another. “Just like that?”
I nodded. “Just like that. I’m done trying to adhere to logic, to what my brain says. It’s time I listen to the rest of me when it comes to you.”
He grinned. “Since you’re too polite to say that you’re dripping wet and needy, I have to assume you meant somewhere a little … higher.”
I playfully smacked the back of his head. “You want me to say I like you? That I’m listening to my heart and not my head. Is that it? Do you want to hear me say I care about you?”
He grunted in fake pain, but then quickly grew serious. “I’ve been open with you. Told you that I want you. That I crave being around you, being near you. I’ve meant that I want your body, and that I just wantyou. I haven’t shied away from that fact, Sylvie.”
“No,” I agreed. “You haven’t.”
“I still want you.” He meant that in all aspects. “But I don’t want just a part of you. If you want this, if you wantme, it has to be for it all. Because that’s what I’m in it for, Sylvie. For all of you.”
I swallowed. This was not how I’d imagined it going after throwing away my restraints. I had thought it would be rough, and hard, and most of allimmediate. My body was throbbing with a need for that—an unmet, core-level need that still pulsed through my body like a siren, wave after wave of it.
“So,” he said when I didn’t immediately respond. “Is that what you want?”
I chewed on my lower lip, looking at him. My answer was clear. I had no idea what our future held, where it led, or even what I was. But Lincoln didn’t care. He knew my deepest, darkest secret, and it didn’t bother him. He still wanted me. Perhaps wanted memorebecause of what I was.
And he wasn’t afraid to show it. Wasn’t afraid to state his desire for commitment, and wasn’tthata breath of fresh air. He wanted me. He said so, and that was that. Now he was asking me if I was capable of doing the same?
“Yes.” The answer just sort of popped out of me, reaching my lips and my brain at the same time. “Yes, it is what I want.Youare what I want, Lincoln.”
His eyes burned brighter, becoming more wild as his wolf shone through. “If you are mine, there’s something you shouldknow.” His voice was deeper, huskier than I’d ever heard it. More filled with throaty promise.
“W-what’s that?”
“Itakewhat’s mine.”
And he did, crushing his lips against mine with fiery need and possession, burning his mark into my skin with every kiss. I gasped for air and in shock as he quite literally tore the clothing from my body. Fabric ripped and shredded under his strength until I was naked and exposed before him.
He bore me to the ground. The rays of sun streaming in through the open window and across my skin were warm to the touch but nothing like the heat pouring off Lincoln. He paused long enough to remove his shirt, and I admired the lines of his body, from the swoop of his pecs to the ridges of his stomach as he leaned over me, the position flexing them all into a keyboard for my hands to run along.
Then my eyes dipped lower, to the curve of his low abdominals as they disappeared into his jeans in a sharp V-shape. I licked my lips, wanting to see more. My fingers fumbled with buttons, shaking with nerves to the point he took pity on me and stood.
“Let me,” he growled, and disrobed under my full, unwavering gaze.
It all came off at once, and I watched him bounce in the air, so hard and full of blood I could see the veins straining to keep it supplied. Like the rest of him, it was … impressive.
“Never knew women were that into looking,” he teased gently.
“We are when we can look at …this,” I said, gesturing at all of him.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said and lowered himself to kiss me once more, pressing our hips together so I could feel the heat pooling there. “It’s all yours.”
“Good.” I ran my hands up his sides and around to his back, digging my fingers deep into the thick muscle there. “I’m not big on sharing.”
His snarl rumbled the ancient panes of glass in the window to the point I thought they would shatter. “No oneshall touch you but me. You aremine, and they will all know it. They will know you are claimed.”
The shiver running down my spine had nothing to do with him kissing his way down my neck and across my breasts.
Almost nothing.
