Page 14 of Alpha Rising (Secrets of the Northland Shifters)

I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him lower, forcing him down my body.

He knew what I wanted, but he made the journey torturously slow. Stopping every few inches to kiss or lick or suck those few random spots he’d missed before. If he meant to mark me, he was doing a damn thorough job of it.

But ultimately he was right where I wanted him.

From his prone position between my legs, he slipped his hands under my ass and lifted me to his mouth.

His tongue lapped once, twice, then swirled the sensitive nub that was already riding the edge of oblivion.

“Nowpurr,” I demanded.

And he did.

The deep vibration washed over my clit and sent an orgasm burning through me. It was nothing like anything I’d experienced before.

I actually screamed, and I swore the floorboards quaked beneath us.

A moment later, Reese reared over me, his weight in his hands and his body like a wave of heat.

He grabbed my calves, one at a time, and slung them around his hips. Then he entered me in one slow, languid but unrelenting stroke.

My body was still pulsing with the violent waves of my orgasm. In fact, instead of subsiding, they were gaining in strength.

“Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting into me again. “It’s like a magic pussy.”

“Takes one to know one,” I somehow managed to say.

Under any other circumstances, we might have both laughed. But right now neither of us had the bandwidth for anything other than the epicenters of our sensation.

“Mated or not,” he said, thrusting into me again and again, “you’re mine. Do you understand me?”

I understood. I tucked my head against his shoulder and dug my fingers into his back.

“Do you understand me?” he asked again, this time louder and through clenched teeth.

“Yes,” I said.

“Mine to protect. Mine to serve. Mine to fuck.”

“Got it,” I panted.

“Make sure that you do.”

And then...it seemed...my entire world exploded.

6

ANGEL FITZPATRICK

The Jeep’s windshield wipers could barely keep up with deluge, and I was annoyed. How could the weather reports be so completely off? Not to mention low-key worried, because Sarah hadn’t come back yet.

My plans for the day had included taking a group of six guests on a trail ride up the southern tree line, then around the lake. Now I was in the passenger seat of one of our company Jeeps with my equally agitated younger brother Toby, driving up County Road 146, in search of our alpha brother’s...

Well,whateverSarah was to him. Not quite a mate. Not exactly a girlfriend. Not a mistress. Certainly not a mere employee.

I knew Reese had a problem with the idea of taking a mate, but that didn’t mean I understood it. Why should we assume our troubled mother was thestandardfor human behavior?

“Reese is going to kill me,” Toby clipped as he slapped the steering wheel. “I should have never let Sarah drive up here alone.”

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