Alpha's Fire (Shifter Ops 4)

His lips kick up and pupils slit. “You’re too perfect for words,” he breathes, pushing my hair back from my shoulder and scoring my skin with his teeth as he pressed against my entrance.

I reach a hand between my legs to help guide him in.

He shudders the moment he seats himself deep inside me, his breath hot against my cheek. He bands an arm around my waist, creating a cushion between my hip bones at the butcher block, and then starts to shove in rhythmically with deep hard thrusts.

“I like to see you lose control,” I tell him, only to regret it because he stops moving.

I shift my hips back to take him deep, and he holds me in tight, caging me with his arm around my hips.

“I don’t lose control,” he growls against my neck, his open mouth hot and wet against my skin.

“You will.” I don’t know why I’m taunting him. I guess I just want to interrupt his games. To see the real man behind the expensive suits, perfect hair, and smooth facade. I want the real Gabriel–imperfect, chipped, maybe even a little broken like me.

Until I see that side of him, until he opens up and shows me who he really is, I will keep running. Also until he learns I can’t be kept or controlled. I’m not my mother. I won’t be bought, caged, or bound by Gabriel Dieter.

“I won’t.” Thankfully, he starts slowly arcing in and out of me again.

It’s tortuously slow, but it feels delicious. Gabriel’s smoky scent wraps around me, his searing touch grounds me.

He thrusts harder, pausing at the end of each outstroke, then ramming in and pausing again. It feels like punishment. Like he’s teaching me a lesson. What I’m supposed to be learning, I can’t say for sure.

That he’s in charge. That he won’t lose control. That I’m still his prisoner.

None of it is true. I know because his breath grows ragged. He may think he’s holding me captive here, but the truth is that I’ve got him bound. He needs me far more desperately than I want this orgasm. I ultimately hold the upper hand, and I will eventually get my way.

I focus on squeezing my channel around his cock, making his breath quicken even more. Making him pump faster. His thrusts shake the butcher block. A vase tips, spilling flowers and water.

We both ignore the mess. We’re too close now. It feels too glorious to stop or slow down. I let him hear my desire in my throaty cries, the way I roll my hips back to meet his.

Steam clouds my vision. The room fills with a smoky scent. From him?

Must be.

Our exhales twine together in time with his thrusts. My eyes roll back in my head, and my legs start to shake. My orgasm looms, bright and yellow and shimmering with a pulsing red.

“Tabitha.” More steam billows past my face. “Tabitha.”

Gabriel pulls out, shifting the arm around my waist, so he can cup between my legs. He shoves several fingers in a cone inside me, and I come all over them at the same time he shoots his load across my ass. His cum is deliciously hot and thick.

I shake and squeeze his fingers in spasms of my release.

I’ve never been a fan of the pull-out method, and not because it’s unreliable in preventing pregnancy. There’s something just not satisfying about finishing alone.

“Are you afraid I’ll get pregnant?” I ask. Maybe he doesn’t know there are other methods of birth control in the twenty-first century.

“What?” He shifts his hand to rub my clit, and I come again, bucking my hips against the butcher block.

“Is that why you don’t come inside me?”

He draws in a sharp breath and tucks his cock away, somehow managing to look put together and business-like after what we just did. “No. One day, I will breed you.”

Oh god. Mini orgasm. I don’t even want kids but something about stern dragon daddy making it sound like I don’t have a choice? Hot. “Kinda hard to do that when you don’t cum inside me.” I force my voice to remain light and level. “Unless you missed that medieval health class.” I’ll explain about my birth control implant later.

He glowers at me under his thick brows.

“You’re holding back,” I say, and my voice hitches despite my efforts. “Please tell me why.”

He reaches for me once more, pulling my back against his front and cupping my breast with one hand, my pussy with the other. An effective way of avoiding my probing, but I’ll let him distract me.

A few more rubs and my head falls back against his shoulder.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, and his rasping voice in my ear makes my arousal spiral higher. “Give over control.” Another aftershock runs through me. Gabriel plays my body like a musician plays an instrument, seeming to know how to hit every note with perfect clarity. Putting them together to make a symphony of sensations that are like none I’ve ever felt before.