Page 68 of Stealthy as a Wolf

My breath lodged in my throat, my nipples tightened at his provocative statement, and my breasts tingled almost painfully, eager for his touch.

I suddenly didn’t care about the old toad or that we were in a public place—I wanted him.

Grady inhaled deeply, obviously scenting my arousal. His pupils dilated, and he gave a vicious growl, his hand coming to settle around my throat almost painfully. He searched my face, his expression tightening, then he cursed. Without a care, he grabbed my hand and dragged me down the aisle, abandoning our cart.

He marched through the store like a man on a mission. I followed him without protest, a slave to the demands of my body, craving his heated, possessive touch.

I watched in amusement when customers saw him coming. Their eyes widened in alarm, some giving a squeak of panic as they scrambled out of the way of one very determined alpha bearing down on them.

We headed toward the back of the store, not even stopping at the door that was markedEmployees Only. He shoved it open and dragged me behind him. I barely made it a step before he gave a tug on my hand, jerking me forward, then spinning me around until I landed against him with anoomph.

Before I had a chance to even glance around the room, he took my lips in a demanding kiss. A whimper caught in my throat, and I was helpless to do anything but kiss him back.

He picked me up by the waist, supporting my weight, and I didn’t hesitate to wrap my legs around him. The thick, heavy weight of his cock settled against my core. I growled and sank my claws into his back, determined to keep him in place, not caring that I pierced his flesh.

His hips bucked, a snarl escaping him, and I didn’t give a shit when I heard the sound of fabric ripping. A second later, his hands were all over my bare skin, and my brain went offline. I flexed my thighs in an effort to increase the friction at my core, my orgasm hovering just out of reach.

The scrape of his beard burned against my flesh, making my skin even more sensitive. Needing more, I grabbed the back of his shirt, then yanked it up over his head. He carefully juggled me as he tugged one arm, then the other, out of the sleeves.

Distracted by getting rid of the offending clothes, Grady grabbed the strap of my bra and dragged it down, trapping my arms. He quickly took advantage, leaned down, and took my nipple in his mouth. The pull was aggressive, and my core clenched at the empty feeling, my arousal soaking my panties.

He released my breast with a pop, then nipped it sharply with his teeth, and I bucked against him, dragging my claws down his back. He gave a hiss of pain, then his hands tangled in my hair, dragging my head back. Lust darkened his face, his eyes taking on an almost primitive glimmer as he gazed down at me.

His chest heaved like a conquering hero coming to claim his prize. Not willing to be undone even before I had a chance to touch him, I lowered my hands and quickly worked the buttons of his pants.

When his cock sprang free, strong and thick, I abandoned my project of getting him naked and wrapped my fingers around his dick.

Or tried to.

The monster was massive.

Maybe I should’ve been intimidated, but damned if my mouth didn’t water instead.

Grady twisted his hand, slowly wrapping the strands of my hair around his fist, until I had no choice but look up at him.

He took my mouth in a brutal kiss that left me bruised, then he tore himself away and lowered my feet to the ground. He crossed his arms and glared down at me, his face stern, his legs spread, his posture imposing as he towered over me.

At the abrupt loss of his touch, my legs wobbled precariously, and I barely bit back the whimper that worked up my throat.

I’m an alpha, damn it!

I would not be reduced to a quivering mess.

Even if it was an enjoyable quivering mess.

I shook my head to clear it of that betraying thought and did my best to mimic his pose.

When his lips twitched just slightly, as if he thought I was fucking cute, a growl from the very depths of my being tore from me.

Then I gritted my teeth and put every ounce of alpha command in the word. “Strip.”

Power flooded the room, the tiny space nearly suffocating. I lifted my chin, not the least bit repentant. I waited for him to fight my order, but his grin only grew. He didn’t even hesitate to shuck his jeans.

When he slowly straightened, he stood strong and proud in all his naked glory. The man might’ve been older than the others, but the peppered strands coloring his hair and his gray beard were totally incongruent with his glorious, muscular body.

Holy hot daddy vibes!

Based on his rumbling chuckle, I must have spoken out loud. I fought a blush, but I was completely distracted by the strong lines of muscles along his torso. When my gaze came to rest on his cock, it jumped at my attention, and I was caught, unable to look away.

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