Cole (Obsessed Alpha 2)

“You’ll get used to it. Now bounce your sweet little body onto my cock. I want you creaming all over it before I fill you with my seed.” She steadies herself with her hands on my shoulders and starts working herself up and down my pole.

“Shit, fucking work my cock,” I demand with my teeth nipping on her neck. I find her mouth and kiss the fuck out of her as she slows down, grinding on me. Her long hair falls around our faces as she stares down at me. “That’s it. Keep those gorgeous eyes on me. I want to see your eyes as you take me. You know that you’re mine now. There’s no going back. Not even if I have to kidnap your ass. Tell me. Are you mine?”

“I’m yours. I’m yours.”

“Fucking right. Now coat my cock. Give me all your sticky honey.”

“Oh, hell, I’m coming.” She cries out, but my mouth catches her screams. As much as I want everyone to know she’s mine. My ass is too damn possessive to let anyone hear her come.

“Me too,” I growl against her lips, pumping my load deep in her belly.

“Sir, we’re almost there.”

“We got there first,” I mutter.

“Thank you.”

I pull out of her sweet core, adjusting her panties. We fix ourselves as best as possible, and I grab a few tissues to wipe up the extra mess we made. Tucking them into my pocket, I smile to myself. I’m a lucky fucker.

The limo comes to a stop, and she asks, “How do I look?”

“Like you’ve been thoroughly fucked.”

“Oh, great.” She rolls her eyes at me.

“Well, you better get used to it because I have a feeling you’re going to have that look often.”

“You’ve got that same look.”

“And I’m going to wear that motherfucker with pride.”

The driver opens the door, and I step first before helping Aviana out. “We’ll be ready to go to the wedding in thirty minutes,” I inform him.

“Yes, sir.”

“Thank you.” I take her hand and lead her to the entrance. A possessive feeling washes over me as I watch several eyes follow us, more particularly the way they focus on her. Once we’re on the elevator, I pin her to the wall. “I’m doing my best not to act like a jealous beast, so I’m going to apologize in advance.” With a growl, I press my body into hers and slam my mouth on her lips, tongue dominating hers until the ding. We part just a few inches as the other guests get on with us.

“Hi,” she murmurs when the older couple look at us. I don’t feel the least bit embarrassed because I just caught the old guy cup his wife’s ass. He winks at me, and I return it with a smirk. When we’re that old, I hope that she’ll still let me accost her sexy ass.

The elevator dings and opens. “Excuse us. This is our stop.” They move out of the way, and I hold her close to me as I rush us down the hall.

“I know you’re in a hurry, but damn.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” I scoop her up and carry her the rest of the way to our room. Once I tap my card, we’re inside, and I set her down on her feet. There’s two garment bags hanging on a rack. I look around the room and on the desk is a bouquet of flowers in a vase with a card. Picking up the card, it reads, I need a maid of honor — Missy

I set it down and say, “It looks like my sister has a dress for you.”

“What!” I hand her the card, and she shakes her head. “Are you sure this is for me?”

“Of course. She was supposed to have a bridesmaid, but she got the flu right before we were leaving.”

I send a text to Missy, and she calls me right back. “Hey, tell your pretty woman to try it on. The seamstress can come back and adjust.”

“How did you know?”

“I sent Bishop in there, silly. She’s hot, smart and oh so perfect for you. Now hurry up. If I was an even nicer sister, I’d let you get married with us, but I’m still a damn diva, so get your asses ready and get over here before Jason decides to bolt on me.”

“I’ll kill him if he does.”

“I’m not going anywhere, now can you get ready. I have a woman to marry.” I spin around to see my future brother-in-law frowning at me.

“See ya.” She hangs up on me, so I toss my phone on the coffee table.

“Hi. I’m Jason. You might not remember me.”

“No. I remember. You and the pretty woman with the kick-ass hair were making out wildly at the bar yesterday.”

“Don’t tell me about them. I’m still itching to kick his ass. He’s a decade older than my sister.”