Page 64 of The Denver Alpha

The look in Cole’s eyes is practically feral when I spin around to face him. He moves toward me like an apex predator, his dark stare betraying his sinful intentions.

I put up a hand to stop him.

“We should talk,” I say, but it comes out a whole lot less self-assured than I’d hoped.

Cole crowds in closer, his hard chest pressing against my raised palm. “Is that what you really wanna do right now?” he murmurs, his mere proximity enough to set me ablaze. “I know I was an asshole this morning. I shouldn’t have treated you that way. Let me make it up to you.”

My knees wobble, the last of my resolve slipping. “What else?” I breathe, staring into his eyes defiantly.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing else, because I don’t want Tayla. I don’t want anybody else, can’t you see that?”

Well shit, when he puts it like that…

I fold my arms over my chest in defiance, spinning around and putting my back to him before he can wear me down further. Big mistake. There’s a full-length mirror in front of me and Cole’s eyes capture mine in our reflection as he presses in close behind me, his chest against my back and his strong hands latching onto either side of my waist. I hold both his stare and my breath as his hands cruise down my sides, landing on my bare thighs before changing direction, sliding up under the hem of my dress.

“I…” I start to object, but he inches closer to the apex of my thighs, his fingers brushing my clit through my panties. My head falls back on his shoulder. “Oh, god….”

“You drive me fuckin’ crazy, Juliet, you know that?” Cole growls into my ear, ensnaring my gaze in the mirror again as his fingers start to move against my clit. He teases me mercilessly through the fabric of my panties, applying just enough pressure to have me panting, but not enough to be truly satisfying. I’m suddenly needy, desperate, chasing his fingers and trying to grind down onto his hand.

“Always challenging me, always pushing back,” Cole continues to rasp, his lips tickling the shell of my ear. “Never just falling in line and doing what you’re told.”

“I’m not that kinda girl,” I pant as his fingers leave my clit, slipping beneath the seam of my panties to provide more direct stimulation. “I’ll never be passive and obedient like the women you’re used to.”

“Oh, I know, trust me,” he replies with a dark chuckle, pinching my clit between his fingers and making me yelp. “It’s what drives me fucking crazy about you. It’s also what I can’t get enough of. You’ve got me so twisted up that I swear you’re gonna drive me off the deep end someday.”

I whimper as he starts rubbing my clit with his thumb, moving his fingers back and sliding one inside me.

“And yet when I have you like this, you’re so pliant, so responsive.” He adds another digit, stretching my walls as he starts pumping them in and out. “It’s a total mindfuck. Because right now, you want to be good for me, don’t you Juliet?”

“Yes!” I cry out as his thumb sweeps over my clit again, squeezing my eyes closed tightly. I feel his other hand wrap around the front of my neck, applying just enough pressure to restrict my air and intensify the sensations between my legs.

“Open your eyes, Juliet,” Cole rumbles in my ear. “Watch how you fall apart for me.”

I snap my eyes open on his command, and as soon as they meet his in the mirror, I free-fall over the edge of bliss, screaming his name as I come undone. I look like a woman possessed, wild and uninhibited and so fucking free. My muscles quake, my fingertips scrabble for purchase against his forearms. I ride his hand through it, panting hard as I come back down, somehow both completely satiated and senselessly craving so much more.

“Beautiful,” Cole murmurs, pressing his lips to my temple as he holds my stare in the mirror. And I swear I’ve never felt more beautiful, more sexy, more desired than I do in that moment. It’s not only the words on his lips, it’s the look in his eyes, the way his arms are wrapped around me possessively.

I know what I want. I’m sure of it, now more than ever.

His cock is rock hard, pressing insistently against my backside as he slips his hand from my panties. He brings it up to his mouth to suck my arousal from his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine in our reflection.

“Fuck me, Cole,” I breathe, grinding my ass against his hard-on. “I wanna feel you inside me.”

His eyes blaze gold, and the next thing I know he’s scooping me up off my feet, tossing me onto the bed and practically tearing my dress from my body. I kick off my shoes as I claw at the buttons of his shirt, sending them pinging around the room when I finally get fed up and just rip the damn thing open. The two of us are a mess of flailing limbs, sloppy kisses, and frantic urgency. No more games. No more second-guessing. No more holding back.

I shove Cole’s boxers down and his dick springs free, slapping against his belly. Or against his rock-hard, eight-pack abs, rather. My eyes widen as I drink in the sight of his cock, because yeah, I’ve seen that monster before, but now that I know it’s for sure going inside of me, the size is a little bit intimidating. He reaches down to give it a languid stroke as he nudges my thighs apart and positions himself between my legs, and suddenly, stripped bare with this huge man looming over me, I’m not half as brave as I thought I’d be in this moment.

Cole wraps his arms around my thighs, yanking me closer and spreading me wide. Then he positions himself at my entrance, staring into my eyes as he starts to push inside. I’m wet, aroused, but I still feel the sting of the stretch as the head of his massive cock notches into my entrance. And I can’t help it- I panic a little. I’m all revved up, ready to go, but at the same time, my nerves are tangling my belly into knots. I want this, but not under false pretenses. Everything about it needs to be real.

“I’m a virgin,” I blurt, and Cole’s movements freeze, his eyes widening on mine. I grip his biceps, digging my fingernails into his skin. “Please don’t stop, I just thought you should know,” I rush out. “I still want to do this, and I want it with you.”

It’s difficult to read the emotion on his face. At first, he seems surprised, which I guess makes sense since I basically told him the opposite on our date last night. Then, angry? Maybe irritated. Then something shutters in his gaze and I think he’s going to pull back and withdraw into himself, putting the kibosh on anything further happening between us, but the head of his dick is already inside me so that ship has kind of sailed, hasn’t it? I see indecision playing out on his face, then something else. Intrigue. Followed by hot, heavy, unbridled desire.

I feel his dick twitch between my legs. “You’re telling me no man has been here before?”

I shake my head. “Only you,” I breathe.

“And you’re sure you-”

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