Page 18 of Alpha Geek

After they set up camp, ate, and got ready for bed, Amelia curled up in his tent and talked for a while.

“I don’t understand why my half-brother wouldn’t just come to me,” Tripp said. “I know it can be difficult to navigate a network. But I’m not that hard to find.”

The body heat they created together allowed them to lay naked in the tent as long as the sleeping bags were thrown over them. Amelia rubbed his bare chest and traced the lines of his muscles.

“I know,” she responded. “Your mother also said that he was very disturbed. That he had mental problems and that his childhood was not a good one. That can have much to do with how people form into adults.”

Tripp put a hand behind his head and stared up at the blue fabric of the tent. “I wonder if I can still talk to him. Maybe we can work together to get some kind of agreement.” He looked at Amelia, who smiled up at his kindness. “I don’t mind sharing the money.”

“I know you don’t. That is what makes you so incredible. Tell you what, you survive the trek, and if you make it, I’ll help you find him. We can talk to him and see if we can compromise.”

Tripp nodded and kissed Amelia’s nose. “I think that’s a great idea.”

He looked at her and saw the ghost of something in her eyes. “What?” he asked softly.

Amelia bit her lip. “I-I just said ‘if’ you make it … I-I didn’t realize. I-I didn’t really think that …” She rolled away from Tripp. Unable to finish her thoughts out loud. She hadn’t realized how connected she had grown to Tripp already.

He pulled her back to him. Amelia searched Tripp’s face. The pain of losing her father was bitter. It tasted like rotten meat that sat on her tongue. She loved Tripp and couldn’t yet say it. But she knew she couldn’t live with herself if something happened to him.

She buried her head into his chest. “I couldn’t stand it if you didn’t walk away from this.”

It was so quiet that Tripp could barely hear it, and it took a few moments for the weight of what she was saying to press down on him. “Oh. Hey …” He lifted her chin so they looked at each other. “I’m not going anywhere. You aren’t going to lose me.”

“We may have to devise another plan if I can’t get over my anxiety.” Amelia laughed. But the laugh didn’t have the light it usually carried.

“Tell you what. You make a good practice of being quiet, and I will make you feel better.”

Amelia raised her eyebrows. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes.” Tripp let a low ripple come out of his throat. He’d learned to do it in the last week or so because he saw how excited Amelia got when he made animalistic sounds. “But it’s your job to be quiet. These other climbers don’t need to know what is going on.”

She was already biting her lip in anticipation of what Tripp was planning. The sex between them wasn’t timid, but they no longer needed the restraints. The snow leopard inside her was sated for the mate-worthy life, and she was happily calmer now that she knew she would be able to have a taste of Tripp whenever she wanted.

But they still kept the restraints as an option. For now, Tripp laid her on her back. The chill of the snow set Amelia’s skin on edge. She was most at home in the snow, and knowing that there was just a thin piece of fabric between them and it made her wet.

Tripp got on his knees and spread her legs. He looked down at Amelia. She was a naked goddess, and he was happy to serve her.

He didn’t tease or toy with her breasts. He knew that would come in a moment. His mouth watered to kiss right between her legs.

Tripp dove down like a predator attacking his prey.

Amelia gasped but did not let any noise come. She wanted to bite her tongue to make sure she played the game right. He challenged her to keep quiet, and although she enjoyed making her pleasure vocal, a challenge was a challenge, and she wanted to win it.

As Tripp worked his jaw over her lush, pink parts. Amelia shook and quaked underneath him. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and held her down … even though he could not compete with her strength … she became even wetter at the weight of his arms on her.

Tripp pulled her folds away from her clit and sucked hard on it. Her hips bucked into his mouth and ground against his face. She dug into the tent floor with her hands. The pleasure radiated through her body, rocking through her in waves.

Tripp did not relent and did not unhinge his jaw from her center as she opened her mouth and let the orgasm rip through her in utter silence.

After Amelia settled. Tripp gave her clit one more lick sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She pulled her hands up and realized she had punctured the tent material.

Tripp pressed onto Amelia’s naked body. She could feel him throbbing against her wet folds. She opened her legs to him, and he pressed his thick shaft into her. A scream wanted to tear its way out of her throat. But she would not release it. Instead, she bit on Tripp’s shoulder. Not hard enough to break his skin, but enough for her to feel the meat of his flesh in her mouth. She was getting better at controlling herself, though sometimes they still used the ropes.

She heard his breath hitch. His heartbeat sped up, and he pumped his hips into her faster.

Amelia released her bite and threw her head back. She gripped his ass and made him push deeper inside of her.

They were moving together, finding that rhythm.

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