Page 61 of Rejected Wolf's Secret Baby (Rejected Moons 4)

I have to bite down on the words to keep them from spilling out, because even though he’s in my mind and my heart and the rush of blood through my body, I can’t say it. I can’t say it until I’m sure.

I haven’t thought this all the way through. Not yet.

But it all feels so much more possible than it did just a day ago. It feels like I could actually stay here. Live with him as his mate.

And Emmy could actually have her father.

It’s a fantasy beyond anything I ever imagined when I first came back. I was so sure that this was off the table, that it was something I shouldn’t even consider. But against all odds, he’s starting to really convince me otherwise.

I open the buttons of his flannel shirt. Bandon watches me, hands on his hips, grinning. “It’s like that?”

“You damn well know it is. It’s been like this from the moment I got back.”

“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you sometimes, '' he says. “Do you know how absolutely crazy you make me?”

“Guessing about as crazy as you make me.” I push the shirt off his shoulders. He’s bare-chested underneath it, and I rest my hands on his pecs for a moment, feeling the breadth and the strength of him, relishing in it. I have sense memories now of the way it feels to have this body stretched out over mine while he pumps into me, and just touching him is enough to trigger them. I close my eyes and shiver happily, knowing that I’ll be riding those sensations soon enough.

I reach down and unbutton his jeans. They slip down over his hips. I trace the crease between his hip and his abdomen with my thumb, knowing I’m just inches away from his still-concealed cock.

I can see the bulge of it in his pants. He’s ready.

I’m ready too. I feel like I have sparks igniting under my skin. My pussy is wet and clenching, already hungry for him. I could strip us naked right now and climb on top of him and go to work.

I reach down and cup him. “Damn,” I say. “You’re hard as hell.”

He groans. “You don’t need to tell me. I’ve been wanting you since we came through the door.”

“Only since then?” I tease. “I’ve been wanting you all day.”

He laughs. “I’ve been wanting you since you got back to town.”

“I’ve wanted you for twenty years,” I breathe. “I was just too stupid to realize it.”

It’s the closest I dare come right now to telling him that I might stay with him. And it seems to be enough. Brandon lets out a ripping growl, grabs the hem of my shirt, and pulls it over my head, flinging it away into a corner. I’ll probably have trouble remembering where it went later, and I don’t fucking care at all. I’ll run home naked if that’s what I have to do. In this moment, clothes feel like nothing but an obstacle standing between his body and mine, a senseless barrier to getting him inside me where he fucking belongs.

I push his jeans down over his hips, and his cock springs free, thick and hard and dark with arousal. And I wasn’t planning on it, but I immediately drop to my knees. I need that thing near me.

He groans. “Fuck, you have no idea what you look like on your knees for me like that. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I rub the head of his cock against my cheek, which makes him growl. My pussy throbs in response. I lick the tip slowly, tasting the salt and feeling the heat of him.

“Put it in your mouth,” he growls.

He’s not my alpha, but hefeelslike he is. I can already feel the satisfaction that will come with following his orders.

Besides, it’s what I want to do anyway.

I wrap my lips around his cock, just the head at first. I rock my head from side to side, caressing him with my mouth.

Brandon’s hips stutter, but he manages to refrain from thrusting into my mouth.

A human man wouldn’t have held back, I know. A human man would have just fucked right into my mouth, and never mind how I felt about it. But Brandon has the strength to let me lead.

I grab his ass, feeling him flex against my grip—fuck, he’s just hard all over—and pull him deeper into my mouth. I go until I can feel him against the back of my throat, until I’m almost choking. Then I stop and just hold him there for a moment, stroking my tongue back and forth along the underside of his cock.

He’s gasping. “Fuck—fuck, Alicia, the things you do to me—holy shit—”

It makes me feel so wild, so alive with power, that I can affect him like this. I run my hands up and down the sides of his hips, preparing myself, and then pull him into me a little deeper.

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