The Alpha (The Pack 3)

“I thought it was mutual,” I murmured, my lips drifting across his chest. There was something seductive about knowing we were in our own space, knowing we’d both committed ourselves to one another, and wanted the same thing. “That was the whole point of moving my stuff in here, wasn’t it? To seduce me with how well you know me?”

“Actually, it’s an unexpected bonus,” he mumbled, his breath catching as I swirled my tongue around the mark on his chest. “You’re killing me.”

I wiggled my hips, hearing his soft groan as I settled myself more firmly against the hard ridge pressing into my mound. “I can tell,” I said cockily, leaning back and feeling his hands tighten around my waist, his fingers biting into my hips. “I feel a little overdressed.”

“I can fix that,” he growled, his hands sliding up my sides, pushing my shirt up higher and higher, and I lifted my arms, tilting my head back as the shirt came up and over my head. Dom paused, keeping my arms trapped as he leaned in and pressed his mouth against my breastbone. My nipples tightened and my pussy clenched at the soft press of his lips.

My breath hitched as I licked my lips, “Now, who’s torturing who?”

“It’s mutual,” he assured me, rocking his hips up and causing me to pant as I felt liquid pool between my legs. “I can smell you,” he murmured, placing light kisses along the edge of my breast and I squirmed, needing him to do more. My arms wiggled above my head, but it was fruitless as his tongue dipped lower, licking dangerously close to my nipple.

“Dom,” I said breathlessly, my voice pleading.

“Hmmm?” He made the wordless sound, vibrating across my skin as his warm breath coasted over my breast. His fingers dipped below my waistband, stroking over the soft skin and making me whimper at the feathery strokes.

“I want to touch you,” I said, taking initiative as I rolled my hips against him and his hands tightened, stilling me.

He only wore loose drawstring pants and I was still in my pajamas, the shirt gone, leaving us separated by only a couple layers of thin cotton.

I pressed against him, aching to rub my breasts against his hard chest and he allowed it, his hands slipping under my shorts as he cupped my ass, rocking my hips in a way that pressed that hard ass ridge in the perfect position. I gave up getting my arms out of the sleeves, too distracted by the pleasure building between my legs. I dropped my arms around his head, letting him guide the motion of my hips as I panted.

“That’s it,” he whispered, his head burying itself against my neck. “I can feel you through the bond,” his words reminded me of that link and I brushed against it, surprised to feel his pleasure and his need for me. “You’re so wet, I can feel you through my pants,” he groaned, his lips brushing the sensitive mark on my neck and I cried out. “You like that?” His tongue darted out, licking and swirling around the mark, building the pleasure to the breaking point. “That’s it, come for me so I can ride you.”

My pussy clenched, pleasure rushing through me at his words and his hands ripped my shorts, rolling me underneath him as he shoved his pants down. He reached for the nightstand, his hand grasping something and then shoving it in my hands. “Roll it on me,” he commanded, helping me open the package and guiding my hands to his cock. I stared at it in awe, my fingers tracing the shape as I smoothed the condom over him. “I’m not going to last long,” he warned, bending one of my legs up as he settled between my thighs, his cock bobbing gently against my pussy and making me clench at the thought of him inside of me.

“How does the mating work?” I asked frantically, feeling him poised at my entrance. “Do I need to say something?” The words felt ridiculous as I strained upwards, wanting to feel him slide between my folds, my body liquid and swollen.

“Just feel me, open yourself to the bond,” he muttered between clenched teeth, his control barely hanging on as the tip of him found my entrance. “Together, we’ll feel when it’s complete.”

I nodded, letting my hands stroke over him, my heart hammering as he pushed forward, entering me inch by inch, and stretching me until I squirmed. He stopped and I shook my head, “Its fine.” He grasped my hip, lifting me slightly, as he eased further in and I gasped at the fullness.

“The bond,” he whispered and I opened my mind to him, feeling the link lock into place as I felt his pleasure, amplifying my own. He started moving again, thrusting in and out, and adjusting the motion when he felt my pleasure spike through the bond. Pressure built, my body reaching as I felt our bond stretch, and I didn’t need to work to keep it open as the pleasure we felt became one and I cried out, hearing his shout reverberate inside my head and around me as the wave of pleasure crested over us.