Page 102 of Perfect Alpha

“Mmm, my dirty girl,” Cade groans in my ear. “We aresofucking good at this, angel.”

He lies back so he can hold my waist and bounce me exactly how he wants, thrusting his hips up and fucking me hard. Just in case there was ever any question that he can top me from the bottom – he can.

I’ve never doubted his control or wanted anything else.

Spinning around on his cock, I fall onto his chest so I’m splayed on top of him. His breathing is ragged, and he’s dangerously close to losing it.

Grinding my clit against his abs, I moan. “Hey.”

He grins, slow and lazy. “Hey.”

His cock is all the way inside me, twitching eagerly, and I pulse around him until he gasps.

“Cade, I love you, too.”

“Oh, fuck,” he moans, and then seals his lips on mine.

He keeps his eyes open, and the naked vulnerability I find in his gaze makes me tremble. I repeat my promise and he loses control, shooting endlessly inside me while thrashing underneath me.

The sounds he’s groaning into my mouth combined with his powerful body quaking have me coming, too, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Angel, you’re squeezing out every last drop. Ah, Victory.”

He stays inside me until the last clutches of my orgasm release. Then he pulls me into the crock of his shoulder, our bodies glued together. Cade lifts my sweaty hair out of the way so he can kiss the back of my neck.

“You’re always exactly what I need,” he murmurs appreciatively.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I purr, arching my back like a bow.

“Did you mean it?”

I flip to face him, rubbing the back of his neck while I look into his eyes. “Of course I did.”

“Tell me again,” he orders hotly.

“I love you, Cade Fenway. I didn’t stop. And I never will.”

Tears fall from his eyes, and he impatiently wipes them away. “I’m sorry. I just… I’ve wanted to hear that for a long time.”

“Don’t be sorry. You don’t have to be anything but yourself with me.”

“I love you, my angel.”

My eyes brim with emotion, and I want to freeze this moment with the future bright and full of hope in front of us.

But this is the part where we always break us.

Chapter 36

Cade

Thisisthemoststressful morning after I’ve ever had. I’m eager to talk to Victory before Aidan wakes up, and she must sense me stirring.

“Hey, you.” Her voice is throaty and raw from her moans last night, and it has my heart racing all over again.

“Can we talk?” I ask solemnly.

“I hate when you start conversations that way.” If she’s trying to keep her tone light, she’s failing miserably.

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