Page 90 of Knot my Alphas

Excitement and apprehension crash inside me, kicking up a storm in my chest. I should be satisfied to see her safe and tucked in bed, but I can’t seem to pull myself away from her.

Just the sight of her in my home is enough to send a gust of warmth through me.She belongs here with me, my mind whispers.

Iris moves in her sleep. The blanket covering her shifts, revealing the thin straps of a silken nightdress.

While I don’t care what she chooses to wear, I’m glad Julian’s made the effort to buy her some nice clothes. She’s our mate and our queen who rules our hearts. She deserves the best of everything.

Swathed under the folds of a thick white blanket, Iris looks like a slumbering princess. Her long hair fans across the pillow, looking like strands of gold against snow.

Deep in sleep, she looks utterly alluring.

Unable to help myself, I lean down and gently slide the blanket away.

Her night dress has ridden up her thighs. My eyes greedily take in her long, silky legs before reaching out to touch her.

Iris doesn’t stir as my fingertips glide over the curve of her knee and her bare thigh. How can she allow herself to sleep so peacefully?

Her raw vulnerability makes my heart throb harder.

A sigh escapes her as my hand slides over the dip of her waist to reach her full breasts that are spilling out from the low-cut gown. My bare touch on the sensitive skin makes her shiver and nuzzle her face deeper into the pillow.

She’s soft and pliant as I capture her shoulders and ease her onto her back. Her head falls to the side but she continues to sleep, her breathing deep and even.

I gently part her thighs and run my hand over the satiny fabric of her panties. Gently digging my fingers into the elastic waistband, I pull them off her.

Bringing her panties close to my face, I inhale her intoxicating scent before bunching them up and stuffing them into my back pocket. This is going to be my little keepsake.

With the slowest, most patient moves, I lower the straps of her nightdress and proceed to pull it off her. Iris remains in a deep sleep, heightening my excitement.

What the hell am I doing?I question as pure desperation floods through me. I should be leaving her alone but it’s impossible to pull myself away from her.

Iris is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her skin is flawless and soft. I want to lick every inch of her body and then bite her to mark her as mine.

The primal urge to drive my cock into her pink, inviting pussy nearly overwhelms me. I have to stay patient and not wake her up. Iris needs to stay asleep so I can enjoy her this way.

I climb onto the bed and settle myself next to her. Leaning in, I swipe my tongue over the apple of her cheek.

Iris makes a swiping motion at her cheek but continues to sleep.

Next, I press my lips to hers. My tongue traces over her bottom lip, gently coaxing her to open up to me.

Her warm breath fans over my face as she parts her lips.

My tongue languidly swirls around hers, deepening the kiss. Warmth floods my body as I let my hand gently cup her right breast. Little moans escape her and I swallow them all.

“You taste so sweet,” I whisper and lick her lips.

She makes a small humming sound and suddenly throws her arm around my neck. Still asleep but probably in the throes of a dream, she pulls me down with surprising strength.

My lips crash against hers.

Clutched in her unconscious embrace, I resume kissing her gently.

Warmth and excitement swell inside me. “You’re all mine,” I whisper, giving her pink nipple a light squeeze.

A moan escapes her. My hand resting over her belly feels her muscles tightening. The sheets rustle as she rubs her thighs together.

Curious, I let my hand glide over her pussy. Swiping a finger over her seam, I realize she’s slick and wet.

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