Page 6 of Alpha Leo and the Heart of Fire
“Shall we try and see?” I ask, a challenging glint in my eyes.
He may be an Alpha, but I’m not just anyone. Still holding my glass, I lock my arm around his neck, pressing myself against him and placing my free hand on his abs.
“Confident,” he muses, running his fingers up the side of my waist, still so tantalisingly slowly that the urge to moan overwhelms me, but I keep it in.
“Incredibly. I am not a submissive little good girl.”
“See, the thing is…” he trails off, smirking as he presses his body against me. “Good girls get fucked, and bad girls… bad girls get punished. Which is it going to be?” His tone makes me bite my lip, my arousal scenting the air, and I know he can smell it.
“Then you’re going to have to punish me, Alpha,” I whisper, hooking my fingers into his belt and pulling him against me just as he grabs my hair.
His lips meet mine in one incredibly mind-blowing, hungry kiss that sends pleasure erupting through my body. Tingles and sparks ripple through me wave after wave as his lips dominate mine, fuelled by power, hunger, and desire, a kiss that is out ofthis world and one that I know has ruined all men for me.
I hear my glass shatter as it hits the floor behind him, but neither of us cares.
His plush lips are heaven and sin all at once, and I find myself fighting for dominance. Our tongues dance against one another as our hands travel over the other’s bodies, feeling and groping every inch that we can get our hands on. His tongue is pierced, and the sensation of it feels so damn good. My body is on fire, my pussy clenching at his touch. It is rough yet sensual, turning me on so strongly that I am unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure that leave my lips. I moan, feeling his huge, hard cock press against my stomach. Oh, fuck.
I want to pull his pants down and take his cock in my mouth, but before I can even begin to undo his belt, he pulls back, his eyes a dazzling steel blue.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” he growls huskily, breathing hard as he looks me over. I nod, not needing to be told twice. I want him here and now.
Oh, Goddess, I’m done for.
Out of Control
Azura
We take a back exit where a sleek black car is waiting for us. I don’t see the driver; my focus is on the man before me. The moment we are in the car, he pulls me on top of him. I straddle him, welcoming the feeling of intoxication he brings. I don’t need ten bottles of whiskey or several glasses of absinthe to forget everything. This works.
He pulls my jacket off me, and I help, reaching behind and pulling it down from my wrists before tossing it to the ground. His eyes are on my breasts, his hands running down my arms. I lock them around his neck, tangling one hand through his delicious chocolate locks.
Oh, fuck, he is so handsome.
Our lips meet once more in a sinful kiss. I gyrate my hips against his crotch, his grip tightening on my waist, the other squeezing my ass.
“Fuck,” he growls, sucking on my neck.
I tilt my head back, my eyes fluttering shut as rivers of pleasure rock through me. His hand twists in my hair as his lips trail down my collarbone, kissing, sucking, and nipping at my smooth skin. He grabs my breast, making me swear in pleasure. I don’t want any items of clothing between us, but just when I think he’ll yank my top down, the car comes to a stop.
The door is opened for us, and I realise we are in an underground car park. His hands never leave me, and I am not bothered that the suited man who has opened the door is right there. Instead, he carries on kissing my shoulders and neck roughly as he guides me to the lift. The moment his thumbprint is scanned, the doors open, and he pushes me up against the wall of the lift, pressing a button before he has my wrists pinned against the wall, his lips meeting mine once more. I moan into his mouth, feeling his hard shaft against me.
Oh, fuck.
When the doors open, we carry on making out passionately as he guides us down the hall and through to a bedroom. The feeling of his hands on me is like a slice of heaven itself. Any logic or sense of self is gone. All I want is him. It is all I crave.
The bedroom door opens, and the cool air-conditioning touches our heated skin. I pull open the buttons of his shirt, wanting him naked.
This place smells of him, and I love it.
For a moment, I pull away, staring down at the fully tatted body of the god before me. Oh, fuck, he is totally drool-worthy. The type of guy my girls and I would strip for any day. Every ridge and curve of his body is chiselled to perfection. His Adonis belt dips into his belt, and my hands instantly go there, raking down his abs. With the other, I pull his shirt off completely just as he grabs my neck, pulling me closer and kissing me more whilst I begin working to take his belt off.
His hands reach for the hooks on my top and undo them swiftly. Someone is an expert.
His eyes rake over me as he grabs my breasts, squeezing them as he kisses me harder. The moment I have his zip down, I pull away from his perfect lips. As much as I want to keep kissing him, I want something else between my lips…
I crouch down sexily, keeping my eyes locked with his steelyblue ones and undo his pants, yanking them down. My long black nails graze his hips, my core throbbing when I look at the sight before me. Ink covers his V-cut and thighs, spreading over his hips. There are words and quotes alongside the images that I am curious to learn about, but not as much as I want to see the monster of a cock that he is packing. I pull his boxers down his muscular thighs. He is perfectly groomed, just the way I like it, with just a sprinkle of trimmed hair. His balls are hard, and as for his cock… not only is it fucking huge, putting any that I have seen to shame, but there is also a ladder of piercings running along the entire underside of the shaft right up to the mushroom tip. Ten perfect parallel bars.
Oh, Goddess.
