Irish Bear's Bride (Boston Bear Brothers 3)

There was a pang deep inside of him as he considered that outcome. He was well aware of her presence beside him, her scent filling his nostrils like some sort of intoxicating potion designed to lure him in. He was barely aware of what he was doing as he pinned her against the mirrored elevator wall and covered her mouth with his own, drinking her, absorbing her.

“I want you,” he breathed into her hair as he pulled away, searching her eyes for any sign of fear or reluctance. Instead, he saw a desire that matched his own.

“I want you too,” she told him, just as the doors opened on their floor.

They tumbled out, pawing at one another as they made their way quickly down the hallways and entered their room through his door. There was a fire like he’d never felt burning in him and his cock stirred against his zipper as he kicked the door shut behind them and slipped the deadbolt into place.

This was an unwise decision, and he didn’t fucking care.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Deidre

Deidre’s skin felt heated. She could feel the warmth coursing through her veins and pulsating along her nerve endings. Everything felt hypersensitive, each place he touched leaving his searing imprint.

“Wait, wait,” he moaned, pulling his lips away from her own, moving his powerful hands away from where they held her waist tightly to his.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I can’t. This isn’t right. Your innocence is not mine to just take in a moment of passion.”

“It’s an Alpha’s right to take an Omega,” she stated.

“I’m not your Alpha,” he growled, his frustration apparent.

“I don’t care. If things go south tomorrow and I somehow wind up back in Trill’s grasp, I don’t want him to be the only man I’ve ever experienced. I don’t want to honor him with my flower.”

“He’ll know. You know that. He’ll know, and he’ll be furious.”

“He’ll not know. There are ways around it.”

“Like what?” he asked, his brows wrinkled together in confusion.

“You talk too much. Take what I’m giving you,” she told him, pulling her dress over her head to reveal her naked body beneath it.

He didn’t have to be told twice.

Niall pulled her back to him, covering her mouth with his. He tasted like the wine they’d had for dinner. It was somehow even more delicious on his lips and tongue than it had been from the glass as he explored the warmth of her mouth with his own. Her tongue vibrated as she cooed eagerly against him.

His lips slid down the side of her neck, nibbling gently at the curve as he toured her tender flesh, sinking his teeth in deeper here and there as his need for her carried him away. If she had any reservations about going through with this, they were quickly lost. There was no holding back now.

He lowered his head to her breasts, nuzzling his face against them, one hand cupping each in his hands, bringing her nipple to his mouth and suckling at it. She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling at it as he suckled, at first softly but with increasing need. She moaned loudly, her volume rising with the friction of his tongue.

She cried out as he bit into one of them hard enough to excite her, surprising her at how her body responded to the pain. She was his for the taking. Picking her up, he tossed her across the bed and positioned her at the edge, ripping off her panties with a single hand before kneeling down by the bed and pushing her legs open.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled, looking up at her from between her knees.

She was watching him, her hands on her breasts, massaging them as he lowered his head to her center, lightly flicking his tongue across her tiny pink clit. She could feel it harden against his tongue, pulsating as she moaned loudly above him. His movements seemed driven by her sounds, her increased moaning driving him to pull and tug harder at her sensitive bean.

It felt amazing, like nothing she’d ever felt before. Not only was she a virgin, but she’d never even done any of the light fooling around some of her friends had done prior to their marriages. She wasn’t a prude; she’d just never wanted to have sex for the sake of sex. She’d wanted to save herself for someone she loved, and since that ship would probably never make her port, she’d gladly settle for a man who got her as hot and bothered as this one did.

He had an effect on her that no one else did. She’d known well before she’d made the offer that she fully intended to give him the one thing she had to give. She was glad she had as his tongue slipped downward, away from her clit and into her hot center. It felt like a fire that only grew hotter with every lap of his powerful tongue.