Page 90 of Ruthless Alpha

I lift my hips as she starts to drag them down, my pulse kicking up a notch in anticipation.

Sloane watches with rapt attention as she lowers my shorts, the head of my cock catching on the waistband before it springs free and slaps against my lower abs. Then she licks her lips again, her hooded gaze meeting mine as she reaches forward to wrap her hand around my length.

I grit my teeth as she tightens her grip and starts pumping up and down, my dick growing impossibly harder in her hand.

“Fuck, babe,” I hiss, and a lazy smile of satisfaction creases her lips as she shuffles back a little more, leaning over to kiss the tip of my cock.

I punch my hips up, chasing her lips, but she pulls back again, teasing the fuck out of me with a devious little smirk.

My muscles tense as Sloane leans back in. She swirls her tongue around the head of my dick like she’s licking a fucking lollipop, then backs off again with a smug smile, clearly enjoying this little game she’s playing.

Her grip around my shaft tightens as she pumps my cock a few more times, and when she lowers her head over it again, I decide I’ve had enough of her toying with me. Her lips press against the tip and I sink a hand in the back of her hair, holding her in place as I thrust past them into her warm, wet mouth.

Fuck, it feels good.Too good.

Sloane chuckles around my dick, the vibration of it sending shockwaves of pleasure rioting through me as she takes me deeper, her tongue swirling against the underside of my shaft. With my hand still resting on the back of her head, she starts bobbing up and down over my lap, sucking and slurping and making love to my dick with her mouth.

She’s right. Actions speak louder than words.

My phone buzzes on my nightstand with an incoming call, but there’s no way in hell I’m picking it up. Not now.

“Damn that feels good,” I murmur, one hand fisting her hair, the other fisting the sheets.

She takes my cock all the way to the back of her throat, her lips kissing the base, and I see fucking stars.

There’s no way I’m gonna last.

“Fuck, Dutch,” I groan.

My phone is still vibrating incessantly, but I couldn’t care less. Not when Sloane is giving me what might just be the best blowjob of my fucking life. I’m consumed by pleasure, my muscles slackening, my balls tightening…

And then someone suddenly pounds a fist against the bedroom door, startling Sloane so bad that she jerks and almost bites my dick.

“Madd!” Avery’s voice calls from the other side.

“Not a good time, Aves!” I growl back, though hearing my sister’s voice when I’m about to come is less than fucking ideal.

“We need to get to the complex, IT picked up something at the border!”

Well that’s a boner killer.

Sloane releases my cock with a loud pop, sitting up and wiping the saliva from her chin with the back of a hand. “Did she just say…?”

“Yeah,” I grumble, scrambling to yank my shorts up over my still very hard dick. I’m going to have the worst case of blue balls in the goddamn world after this.

Sloane hops off the bed and scurries to the door while I find a t-shirt to pull on, grabbing a hat off my dresser and slipping it on over my bedraggled hair. I toss her one of my hoodies to throw over her skimpy pajamas as she lets Avery in, and as soon as I see my sister’s face, my hackles raise. She’s clearly spooked by whatever’s going on.

The three of us waste no time in rushing out of the packhouse, piling into my Jeep and speeding to the squad complex. Aves fills us in along the way, though she doesn’t know much yet- only that Lo called from the IT unit and said to come down right away because something tripped the security system set up around the perimeter of the six-pack territory.

We park at the gate and sprint across the practice field to the doors, rushing through the darkened corridors of the complex until we reach IT. Lo is there waiting for us along with a couple of members of the squad’s IT team, and she dismisses them as she ushers us inside quickly, leading Avery, Sloane, and me to the large table in the back where she’s got a laptop set up, already connected to the giant TV screen on the wall.

“Has the border been breached?” I ask, getting right down to business.

Lo shakes her head, dropping into the chair across from the laptop. “Nothing’s crossed it, but we picked up activity just outside of the border in several spots.”

The three of us huddle behind her as she clicks through different windows on her computer, lifting a hand to point up at the TV screen that mirrors her own.

“About thirty minutes ago, the motion detectors picked up something just north of Riverton.”

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