When He's an Alpha (The Olympus Pride 2)

Her upper lip quivered. “Stop talking and just do it.”

He closed his teeth warningly around her jaw. “Do what?”

“Get inside me.”

“I already am inside you. If you want more of my dick, make me believe you want it.”

She snarled. “Fuck this shit.” She punched up her hips, aiming to impale herself on him, but he’d pre-empted her.

Tate reared back, pulling out of her, and slid off the mattress so that he stood at the foot of the bed. He flipped her over, gripped her ankles, and yanked her down the mattress until only the upper part of her body rested on it.

She fisted the sheets for purchase, but he clamped his fingers around her wrists and then pinned her hands behind her back, keeping them both trapped in one of his. He used the weight of his legs and hips to pin her lower body still so that no amount of squirming freed her.

“Let me up, you prick!” Havana stilled as he slowly slid two thick, calloused fingers inside her. The sensation was just … God, she needed it. Needed more. Needed everything.

He swirled his fingers. “When I get my cock in you, I’m gonna fuck you so hard. Gonna take what I’ve been craving for over a goddamn week. And you’re going to love it. You’re going to love every second of it. But none of that’s going to happen until you tell me that you want it.” He roughly pushed his fingers even deeper, shocking a gasp out of her. “So fucking say it.”

She didn’t bother struggling again—there’d be no moving, no bucking him off, no deterring him from having exactly what he wanted. He wasn’t going to take her until she backed down. Even her devil recognized that. “I want it,” she ceded, letting herself go pliant against the mattress. “I want you to fuck me.”

He hummed in masculine satisfaction. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the broad tip of his cock. “Come when you’re ready.”

Dear God, he slammed home with such force that it knocked the breath from her lungs. Her inner muscles squeezed him tight, wrenching a groan out of him. “Fuck me,” she rasped.

Keeping her hands pinned behind her back, he rode her hard, digging the fingers of his free hand into her hip. She felt the slap of his balls each time he drove forward. She would have reared back to meet his thrusts if she could have moved. But, in a display of pure male domination, he completely overpowered her. And she liked it. Wanted it. Had needed it from second one.

She came within minutes, but he didn’t stop. He savagely fucked in and out of her, grunting and growling. She fought to free her hands for the hell of it, but he kept his grip tight around her wrists as he quite simply rutted on her.

“That’s it, fight me.” Tate slid his hand from her hip to her nape and used it to pin her down as he kept on powering into her. She bit out a harsh curse and struggled again. “You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you.”

If Tate thought she wanted to be free, he’d release her hands. But she liked the struggle; liked it rough. Which was a real good thing, because Tate’s control had left him the second her blazing hot pussy enveloped every inch of his dick. There was no way of getting that control back when his senses were swamped by her—her throaty moans, the scent of her arousal, the hot clasp of her inner muscles, the sight of her bent over the bed taking his cock.

He had so little self-discipline where she was concerned … which was why he kept eying the back of her shoulder. He wanted the skin there gripped between his teeth. Wanted to bite down hard—not to exert his dominance, but to leave a mark of possession there. And it didn’t help that his cat was pushing him to do it.

Cursing, Tate fucked her harder, surged deeper, took everything. He ground his teeth as his balls tightened and he felt the telling tingle at the base of his spine. Releasing her wrists, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanked her head back, and used his free hand to collar her throat. She didn’t fight him that time. Didn’t bristle or curse him … because he’d earned the right to hold her that way. “Come for me one last time, Havana.”

Her breath hitched. “I don’t think I can.”

“Yes, you can. You will.” He squeezed her throat and hammered into her harder, faster. “Do it.”

She sucked in a breath and then let out a raspy scream as her pussy spasmed and clamped down on his cock. Tate slammed into her again and again … until finally his release rammed into him and dragged him under. He exploded, filling her with everything he had, growling as her inner muscles milked him. It was a good few seconds before he realized that he had the skin at the back of her shoulder gripped between his teeth. Shit.