Page 56 of Perfect Alpha

Cade powerful and in control is so fucking hot that I’m willing to give him everything, helpless against revealing my weakness for him. He’s barely touched me and I’m already hot, needy, and vulnerable. Fuck, I have never wanted anything as much as I crave Cade Fenway.

“Look at me,” he demands, and I prop up on my elbows. “How long?”

“Not since you.”

His jaw tenses and his eyes turn to fire, a predator ready to pounce. “Don’t fucking lie to me,” he warns, his voice laced with barely suppressed violence. His grip on my body tightens hard enough to leave a permanent imprint.

All of his civility is long gone.

“I’mnot,” I promise, squirming desperately, “It’s only been you.”

Now he’s the one groaning. “My mouth is watering for the taste of you.”

His head is back between my legs and I’m arching my back, curving to get closer. His touch is possessive, and his mouth sealed over my sex makes the world start and end where he’s touching me.

Every flick of his tongue tests my sanity. Needing Cade inside my body has me feverish, thrashing wildly against his unyielding grip on my thighs.

“C-c-cade…” I whimper. “P-p-lease. Fuck me.”

“You’rekillingme.” His words vibrate against my clit, and I’m about to scream. “Hush, don’t make a sound.” The harshness in his tone has me biting back my frantic moans.

“I don’t have time to fuck you how I need to, so we’re both waiting. You’re just getting my mouth, and you’re going to wait to have any part of me inside you.”

“Fingers,” I insist, pushing desperately against him. God, there’s nothing like his magic fingers, and I want them now.

“If I wait, you wait,” he snaps.

His tongue teases my opening, and I’m moving mindlessly, seeking orgasm like my life depends on it.

It does.

My response to Cade has always been out of control and helpless, so not being able to make a sound is maddening. His tongue teases my clit with just enough pressure to make me squirm, torturing the sensitive skin until I’m forced to bite my lip to hold back sobs.

I’m unbearably sensitive, and he could take me over the edge if he wanted to. He’s tormenting me on purpose, all the distinct sensations fueling the lust that has me shaking.

My body twitches involuntarily, and his growls resound in my core, making me crave his cock filling me as only he can. He’s tirelessly licking me, and the tension radiating off his body is palpable.

He must be hard as hell and desperate to come.

“Let me touch you,” I beg. “I love how you look when you cum inside me. I don’t need it slow. Just fuck me. Please, please, please.”

“You havenoidea how badly I want to do exactly that, angel,” he hisses, need making his voice quake. He’s so sexy that fire curls in my core.

The strength of what’s storming inside me has tears falling down my cheeks as my body thrums. God, I want his fingers moving roughly inside me, but all I have is his mouth on my clit, which is throbbing for relief.

When he bites the raw nerve endings that could make me shoot straight through the roof, he proactively moves his forearm up to my mouth to block the scream.

White-hot lightning flashes from my center to the soles of my feet, and I manically bite his skin as my body wildly bucks.

The air in the room is charged like a live wire, crackling with intensity and setting my skin on fire. My vision blurs and the agony is delicious.

He keeps licking me through wave after wave of pleasure, coaxing out every last tremor. I’m reduced to basic instincts and ensconced in a Cade-bubble where no one else matters.

Still reeling from the most unexpected orgasm of my life, Cade pulls me to my unsteady feet and yanks my dress on, carefully adjusting it and putting my hair back into place.

I reach for him, and he groans when I squeeze his cock that’s so hard I might as well be wrapping my fist around steel.

“Cade.” Licking the hollow of his throat and running my fingertips along his back, I start to kiss down his chest. “Let me take care of you.”

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