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

He hadn’t lied when he told her that being inside her brought him peace. It did. It also brought out his most primitive instincts. The instincts to fuck, claim, possess, own. He wanted to crawl so deep inside her he’d never find his way out.

Moaning, she began shoving back her hips to meet his thrusts. He fucked her harder, loving the perfect view he had, thanks to the mirror in front of him—her eyes glazed, her skin flushed, her tits bouncing, her nipples tight.

“You look even more beautiful when you’re taking my cock.” He slid one hand from her hip to her breast and squeezed it, his grip nothing short of proprietary. “Touch your clit.”

“That’s sort of your job.” Havana gasped as he pinched her nipple, and the pain shot straight to her clit.

“Do it.” He dragged his blunt nails up her inner thigh. “Suddenly feeling shy?” He took her hand and used her finger to rub at her clit.

Oh, God. The damn cat knew what she liked, and he used her own finger to give it to her. Shit, she was so close. His breath hot on her neck, his fingertips digging into her hips, his cock slicing into her again and again … It was all too much, but her orgasm remained out of reach.

Needing to come, she said what she knew would make his self-control crumble into pieces. “I love you.”

He hissed out a curse, and then he was jackhammering into her in that way she loved. She reveled in it, pushed back to meet each thrust, kept on working her clit. He fisted her hair, wrenched her head back, and bit her throat.

Like that, she imploded.

Her release washed over her, so damn intense her knees buckled. His teeth sank deeper into her neck as he rammed into her again and again and again … And then he was spilling himself into her.

Her legs like jelly, she had to lean back against Tate just to say upright.

He nuzzled the fresh bite. “Love you too, baby.” Locking eyes with her through the mirror, he wrapped his arms around her. “Always will.”

“That’s because I’m awesome.”

His mouth quirked. “Not telling me anything I don’t already know.”

She chuckled. “I need to go clean up.”

Enjoying holding her while looking his fill, Tate very reluctantly withdrew his softening cock and then released her. As she disappeared into the bathroom, he began shedding his clothes. By the time she’d returned, he was naked and lying on the bed. His heartbeat still hadn’t calmed, but the panting had passed.

“Did you enjoy the ceremony?” he asked.

“Yup. And the afterparty.” She took fresh panties and a long tee out of the dresser. “You?”

“Well, there was you, our families, food, music, and our pride mates. So, yeah, it was a good night. Thank you for not ending it with a barfight.”

Dressed, she smiled. “I’ll be honest, it wasn’t easy.”

“I liked watching you hold Jessie and Farrell’s baby,” he said as she sprawled over his chest. “I’m looking forward to us having our own, but I’m in no rush.” He slid his hand under her tee and slipped it into her panties to palm her ass. “I like having you all to myself. I’m not so good at sharing you. Neither is my cat. He likes having all your attention, so he wasn’t happy at the party.”

“I know, my devil sensed it. She found it amusing.”

“Oh, she did?” Tate lifted his head to nip her lower lip, trying not to smile at the cranky face his cat pulled. “She’s often amused at his expense.”

“Well, he is kind of spoiled. As are you. You both always seem so confused when you’re not getting what you want.”

“We have what we want: You.” He took her mouth in a slow, shallow, lazy kiss, feeling so fucking full. Of her, of joy, of peace.

What he felt for Havana … fuck, it was so all-consuming and bottomless he could drown in it. She was his world. Filled him up, made him whole, soothed every hurt he’d ever felt. She was imprinted on his soul and embedded so deep inside him he’d never get her out, which was exactly how he wanted it. “You know you’re everything to me, don’t you?”

“Sure I do. Just as you know you’re everything to—”

There was a loud bang downstairs followed by a familiar hiss that was quickly overrode by a bearcat-yowl.

Tate felt his jaw go hard. “They are not here. They’re not.”

Havana sucked in her lips to hide a smile.

“I warned them we wanted to be alone tonight,” he said.