Page 55 of Perfect Alpha

I kiss his neck, and he groans when my teeth graze his skin. Taking his earlobe into my mouth, I purr, “Is this still the boner trigger? Does it still send shivers down your spine?” I trail my fingertips up and down his bare back, and he shudders in my arms.

“Fuck,” he growls.

My hands explore the hard, muscled planes of his chest, eagerly soaking in his skin. Unable to resist, I squeeze his cock through his jeans and he gasps, gripping my ass so hard that he lifts my feet off the ground.

I immediately wrap my legs around his waist – there are some dances you never forget.

“It feels like it is,” I tease, licking the inseam of his lip.

“You’re the fucking boner trigger,” Cade mutters against my neck. “Fuck, I want you.”

I jump out of his arms and head over to the dresser to retrieve his clothes. I pull an undershirt over his head and help him into the shirt I chose, slowly doing up each button while looking into his eyes.

“You’re trying to kill me,” he accuses. “If you can die from being too horny to breathe or think, then this is the fucking end for me.”

“We have to go downstairs,” I cheerfully reply, trying not to give away the fact that I’m a disaster.

“No,” Cade snaps, pushing me down on the edge of the bed. “Maybe you didn’t hear me. I told you that I’m having you, and I meant it. Tell me you’re not wet for me right now.”

My throat is bone dry, and the sinking suspicion that I won’t win our battle settles in my core. “I’m not.”

“Liar,” he hisses through gritted teeth. My dress is off before I can move or speak, and Cade’s head rolls back on a groan. “Victory, you look like a fantasy.”

I’m left in a white lace push-up bra, matching white G-string, and white thigh-high stockings. Cade rips his shirt off and drops to his knees, roughly forcing my legs apart.

In a split second, I make the decision I will undoubtedly regret.

But fuck it. I need to be consumed.

“Let me look at that sweet pussy. Let me see what’s mine. I need to fucking taste you. God, Victory, I need to make you come on my tongue.”

Astonishingly horny doesn’t even begin to describe what burns through me. My legs shake uncontrollably when Cade pulls the G-string down my thighs. He lets out a growl when it gets stuck and snaps it off, the sharp bite of the material making me gasp.

“Did you have fun trying to tease me?” he demands hotly, rage and lust mingled in an intoxicating mix. “You’ve never stopped being my girl.Never.”

His gaze is molten, and something in my eyes must confirm I feel the same way. “Your body burns for me. You crave me in the same way I need you to breathe. I saw your sexy ass first, I was the first guy who ever fucked you, and now I’m taking you back. And, by the way, I don’t share what’s mine. Now say it, Victory.”

“I’m yours,” I whimper.

He rests his hands on my thighs, and they shamelessly splay open as my face flushes. The second his big hand moves between my legs, I have to bite back a moan.

“Your little cunt is so swollen for me,” Cade rasps, parting me open. “You’resofucking wet.”

“Oh, Cade,” I moan, withering desperately.

“Keep it down, angel,” he orders. “If you’re too loud, I’ll stop. You can scream for me when we’re alone.”

He locks his arms like a vice around my thighs, and I lay back on the bed, panting raggedly.

What the hell am I doing?

But I can’t stop.

I need him too fucking much.

With no hesitation, his head dips and his warm, strong mouth is between my legs, firm and insistent, licking up my slit and teasingly circling my clit with his wicked tongue.

“It’s beensolong,” I whimper, my voice pleading.

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