Page 124 of The Alpha Dire Wolf
No, it was the mixture of determination, desire, and belief in his words that worked their way into my core, amplifying every touch of his fingers and every taste of his tongue as he explored my shifting, writhing body. Always moving lower, he left behind glistening tips of my breasts, hard and puckered in the cooler air after his attentions, and moved between my legs, leading with a hand and following with his mouth.
Questing. Searching. Teasing.
“Please,” I whispered as he alternated kissing and licking the insides of my groin. He drew circles and hot breaths around me, turning me into a quivering mass of gasps and fingers twisting up in his hair, holding him tightly.
“Mine,” he growled once more, running the soft, warm wetness of his mouth and tongue across me at long last.
I cried out, my spine arching up and off the floor as he grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, holding them there even as they tried to close naturally. He overpowered me, held me still, and pleasured me with torturously slow procession.Lapping up every drop of my very obvious need, he toyed with me, taking me to the edge and then bringing me back down in a cascade of whimpers and whines until one thing was very, very clear.
My body was his to do with. I was his, fully and completely.
And I loved every frustrating second of it as bit by bit I caved to his control, to his touch, tohim.
Once. Twice. Three times. A fourth? I had no idea. When he finally gave me what I wanted, what I had been begging for, I couldn’t hold back. Nor did he give me a chance. His tongue pressed against me, moving fast and then slow … fast and then slow. I’m sure I tore out some of his hair. Still he kept his mouth glued between my legs.
At some point, a finger slid inside me. Then two. I flew off the edge from the different pleasure, a new and yet familiar climax all the same.
“You,” I said, grabbing at his hand as he continued to please me.
“Yes?” he asked, looking up from between my legs, his eyes dripping with carnal wickedness.
“Inside me.”
Linc opened his mouth to speak.
“Now,” I ordered in my best no-nonsense voice.
Rearing back onto his knees, he shuffled closer. I was more than wet enough for him to slide right in, but I knew his gameplan. I knew what he was going to do. Lincoln wanted to make sure I knew that on all fronts, I was his, that he called the shots. He was going to tease me again.
That was fine. If he wanted me to beg, I would beg. As long as I got what I wanted. Which was him. Knowing that I was going to get that, I would play along. I would—
“All mine.” Linc growled softly, plunging his entire length inside me in one thrust.
I blacked out. Fainted. Screamed my head off. All of the above? It was the most intense explosion offeelingI’d ever had, far more than my body and brain could handle. I came at least once just from him entering me. Perhaps twice.
Our hips ground together after that. Lincoln’s heaving breath was hot and humid against my neck and my chest. The sun lit his face and his arms, streaming in from behind me to keep him awash in a yellow glow as he thrust against me.
Over, and over, and over. I struggled to breathe. He struggled to maintain a control I wanted him to lose. Because he was losing itwith me.
“Let go,” I moaned through it all. “Don’t hold back. I want this. I wantyou, Linc.”
His eyes blazed with light not from the sun, and every muscle on his body drew tight, including the one inside me. I grabbed at his chin, holding his gaze steady and staring into his eyes as he pumped harder.
Pumped faster. There was nothing but breathing. Gasps. Moans. He and I, together, with nothing and nobody to stop us. In that heady moment, I knew we could have taken on the world, as long as it was the two of us.
Light subsumed all but his pupils, and Lincoln tossed his head back as he howled my name to the ceiling. I clamped down hard with my legs, my arms wrapping tightly around his neck as he too finally reached his peak, his apex.
We crashed against one another in heavy, hot mutual orgasmic bliss. Lincoln was breathing harder than I had ever seen him, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. His body glistened impossibly perfectly as he leaned away from me, one handresting possessively on my inner thigh, his thumb stroking idly while he watched me with those strange half-human eyes.
Does he see a human when he looks at me? Or does he see that other, strange part of me. The one neither of us knows.
“What’s wrong?”
I blinked. Lincoln’s head was cocked to the side, and he was staring at me with some concern.
“Huh?”
“Your face looked … unhappy. You went somewhere.”
