Page 86 of To Crave Truly

“Most likely. I’ll get Levi to send some maps of the area and we’ll put a plan together. We have all day tomorrow to figure out what we’re going to do. Come on, let’s get back to base and get a good night’s sleep.”

I hummed in agreement. It might be the last one for a while.

Sleep evaded me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t relax enough to sleep. Jasper snored softly beside me, and all I could think about was the Blood Moon and what it meant. My mind was racing, thinking about Mordecai, about the guys, what would happen if I died, whether there was anything I’d missed. Around and around my thoughts went until I was completely restless.

I slipped out of bed and threw on a robe, hoping a cup of hot chocolate or something might help my frazzled nerves.

I approached the kitchen but paused when I heard a soft heartbeat coming from beyond the door.

“I know you’re there, Lori. You might as well join me,” Alec said softly as I stood staring at the entryway.

I stepped inside and found him in there, a cup of cocoa in hand and a warm smile on his face. And no top to cover that ridiculous chest. And good lord, why was he wearing grey sweatpants. Fuck me.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” he asked, pulling my mind from the gutter.

“Nope,” I replied, my mouth dryer than the fucking desert. I couldn’t think of anything else to say. All I could think about was how little his grey pants left to the imagination.

His cock twitched under my scrutiny, and I looked up at Alec to find him staring at me with a mixture of humour and lust.

“You know, if you keep staring at me like that, I might have to do something,” he said, his voice low and husky.

“Like what?”

He placed his mug on the counter behind him and braced his hands either side of his hips. The muscles in his arms rippled and I suddenly wanted to lick them. That wouldn’t be weird, would it?

“Lori,” he warned, my name a dark whisper on his tongue.

I stepped closer, loving the way I could hear his heart beat a little bit faster, that I knew his breaths were shorter and sharper. It was enticing, knowing how much power I had over him.

I sank to my knees in front of him and rested my forehead on his firm abs, breathing him in deeply. I flicked out my tongue, tasting his skin. His stomach clenched, like he was barely holding himself back. I rubbed my knuckles along the length of his hardening cock and felt him tremble.

He sank his fingers into the hair at the back of my head and yanked my head backwards. His honey coloured eyes were bright in the low light, and I could sense his animal lurking just beneath the surface.

“Do you remember that I said there’d be a day when we wouldn’t be able to stop?”

I nodded.

“Use your words, cupcake.”

“Yes. I remember.”

“So, I’m going to ask, one last time, do you want to stop?”

I wrapped my fingers in the waistband of his sweatpants. “No.” Then I pulled them down and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.

The groan that left his mouth was sinful. His fingers tightened in my hair as I sucked hard, taking as much of his length into my mouth as I could. Alec pushed his hips forward and his cock surged down my throat. I gagged and when Alec withdrew, I licked the spit and pre-cum off his cock.

I wrapped my hands around his length, twisting and pulling whilst my tongue flicked his slit.

“Fucking Hell, Lori,” he gasped, his knees barely holding him up.

He threw his head back on another moan, his eyes closed, entire body taut. He was close, and I wanted it. I wanted to taste his orgasm on my tongue.

His gaze met mine, his eyes bright and intense. “You going to swallow for me, cupcake?”

Yes. I was going to take it all.

Fuck, he was so beautiful, so free, as his hips began to stutter, his head thrown back, his breaths nothing more than pleasurable gasps.

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