Page 99 of Perfect Alpha

She knows exactly what I need tonight, how rattled and raw I’m feeling, and I am so grateful for the beautiful woman ready to serve me between my legs.

“Hey.” Her voice jolts my attention back to her eyes.

I smile, and it’s the first real one I’ve had in ages. “Hey.”

“It’s okay to need this, Cade. It’s okay to needme. You aren’t doing anything wrong.”

She always knows, and I blink away tears. “I’m in awe of you,” I tell her, propping my head on the pillows so I can watch her better. “You know that, right? You’re everything.”

Emotion blazes in her eyes, and I wish she would tell me what she’s thinking. I want her to confirm her love for me is still rooted deep inside her, that she wants me just as badly as I want her, and that it extends beyond sex.

It always has.

And we’ll get it right this time.

We have to make us work.

God, she must still feel it, too.

“Come with me,” she whispers, and I shoot her a curious look when she climbs off the bed and stands facing me.

Reaching for my hands, she guides me to a sitting position with my feet on the ground. Her eyes on mine, she steps between my legs.

“You’re the only man I will ever kneel for.” She drops to the floor, and her confession makes something shatter inside me.

She’s the only person that can calm my racing mind, and with dead certainty, I know that I won’t survive losing this woman. Not this time. She needs to be mine forever.

And I’ll do anything to make it happen.

Victory takes my throbbing cock in her hand, and I groan at the first touch. Holding the base in one hand, she rubs the head against her soft lips, making them shine with my arousal. She was right. Shedoesremember exactly how to make my eyes roll back in my head.

“Talk to me,” she commands, keeping her eyes locked on mine. She slowly licks up and down my cock, pre-cum making her fingertips glide effortlessly along my length.

“You’re so beautiful, angel,” I murmur, grinning at her annoyed expression.

Victory has always been more dirty than sweet in bed, and I’m loving being able to have a lighthearted moment with her despite the hell around us.

“Beautiful, huh?” she challenges, as she ever so gently grazes her teeth across the engorged head of my cock.

My eyes darken dangerously while I stare her down.

“Do you still like having the head of your cock nibbled when you’re about to come?” she teases. “Do you still beg for it impossibly hard when you’re about to lose control?”

My response dies on a groan when she takes me into her mouth, the outside world ceasing to exist. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t move.

She fuckingownsme.

Victory focuses on the head of my cock, her tongue teasing slow circles around it while I squirm desperately underneath her. I’mthis closeto begging for it harder, but I can’t give in so easily, even though my body is igniting.

She takes her mouth off me, and losing the warm heat has me whimpering in protest. Stroking me slowly with her fingertips, her touch is so soft and teasing that it’s driving me straight towards madness. I almost forgot how much of a little cock tease she can be.

Victory keeps stroking me while she moves her tongue lower and licks my balls, a long, slow groan escaping when she sucks them one at a time.

She knows all my secrets.

“Do you still like it lower?” Victory asks. “Do you want my tongue under your balls so I can rub you when you come?”

“Angel,” I plead, my voice an echo of what it usually sounds like.

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