Page 41 of The Alpha's Silent Mate

His heart spikes under my fingers. “Tell me,” he breathes.

My hands continue their journey down his chest, over his stomach, and lower. He sucks in a sharp breath. “Sometimes it’s me.”

The first brush of my fingers against him makes him jump. My eyes fly to his face. “I hurt you.”

With his eyes squeezed tightly shut, he shakes his head. “You didn’t hurt me, Lexa.”

Relieved that I haven't already done something wrong, I return my attention and my fingers to the hard length of him.

He’s pressed against me often enough that I should know what he would feel like in my hands. When I close my hand around him, Shay drags in another breath. “You feel so smooth and warm.” I give him an experimental stroke up and down and he gasps.

I dart a glance at his face. “Are you sure I’m not—”

“You’re not hurting me,” he interrupts. “It feels good.”

I stroke him again, more firmly this time, and as I watch, a colorless liquid emerges from the tip. Seeing it awakens a craving in me. “Shay?”

“Baby?” His voice is a husky growl.

I go to my knees. But before I can sink all the way, Shay’s hands tighten around my face. “Lexa? What are you doing?”

If I thought his eyes were needy before, it’s nothing compared to them now.

“I want to taste.”

Tremors shake his body, and sweat breaks out on his brow. “Baby,” he shakes his head. No, he just plain shakes. “You don’t have to do this, I shouldn’t—”

“I want to. I…” Heat spills over my cheeks but I force myself to keep meeting his eyes. “I would dream about it,” I whisper.

His face goes still, but his breathing turns ragged. “You dreamt of this?”

Nodding, I wait for a response, but when it doesn’t come, I drop to my knees. This time, he doesn’t stop me. Instead, he shifts his hands from my face to my hair.

He’s so big that I struggle to believe he’ll fit inside me. But the size of him doesn’t stop me from leaning forward to lap at the clear liquid.

Shay jumps and his hands tighten in my hair.

I cast an anxious glance up.

He shakes his head. “Didn’t hurt.”

So I return my focus to him. I lick him again. He tastes faintly salty, but not unpleasant. Wanting more, I draw the tip of him in my mouth and suck.

His hands bunch tightly in my hair. “Lexa… baby, your mouth,” he groans.

I take a little more of him in my mouth and suck harder. When he gently thrusts against my tongue, I know he likes it.

“God, I’m not going to last.”

The need in Shay’s voice makes me braver. I open my mouth wider as his hands comb desperately through my hair.

“I should stop you,” he gasps.

But he doesn’t stop me. He drags me closer.

His increasing groans and the desperate grip he has on my hair makes me want to give him more pleasure, so I suck him deeper and deeper into my throat.

“Fuck,” he swears, his hands spasming in my hair before he wrenches me away.

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