Page 31 of Opposites Attract

I gave him a seductive smile, practically tasting his pheromones and desire pulsing in the air. “What seems to be the problem, Alpha?”

“That was so fucking sexy.” He moved me over so I was standing in front of him, spreading my thighs apart with his knee. I was bare under the makeshift dress I’d made from his flannel shirt.

Bare and already aching with need.

His hand slid up between my legs and he groaned at what he found waiting there. “How did I get so lucky?”

“Ask the Goddess,” I teased, gasping as he pushed me back so I lay flat on the table.

He made quick work of the belt I’d borrowed, pulling it off and ripping the buttons of his flannel so I was wearing nothing but my black boots.

John leaned down over me. Love swelled in his eyes as the ends of his beard tickled my cheek. “Alright, Goddess. How did I get so lucky?”

“Goddess, hmm?” I moaned as he nibbled down the side of my neck, working his way to my breasts. He paused at each one to tug at my nipple rings with his teeth.

I arched into him as he did. “I think I can deal with being your Goddess.”

“Better than princess?” He gripped my thighs and spread them further, dipping his head between them. The length of his tongue lapped up my sex and came up to circle my clit.

“Better than princess,” I panted, needing more. He ate like a man starving. Devouring me. His beard rubbed my sensitive skin, sending me to new heights, as I climbed dangerously close to the edge.

Only he could bring me this far, this fast.

Then he sucked in my clit and I cried out my climax, shaking as my thighs wrapped around his head. Too much and never enough, all at the same time.

John pulled back and wiped my juices from his beard. That shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was.

The sound of his belt snapping brought me back to my senses as I rocked down from my orgasm.

“I’m not done worshiping you yet.” John fisted his cock, lining it up at my entrance.

I bit down on my smile as his fingers dug into my hips. “I like the sound of that.”

In one thrust, he forced his way in, claiming my body with his and capturing my mouth with his lips. He swallowed the sounds of my screams as I begged for it harder. John tore me wide open and touched places no one had ever reached, rearranging my molecules and heart just a little more with each thrust to make room for his beast to fit.

So deep, I didn’t know where I ended and he began. I clung to his broad shoulders as he claimed me again, each stroke taking me higher and higher.

“Come for me, Goddess.” He growled his command as every inch of me tightened and coiled around him.

I gave in. Gave up.

Let it all go and surrendered.

And I took him with me.

Epilogue

John

*Nine Months Later*

“Gentrification. That’s what this is,” Tim muttered into his mug of locally brewed IPA under the dim, recessed lights on the exposed metal beams of the ceiling. “All these tourists are nothing but trouble.”

I passed by his stool, stopping to remove the red and green battery-operated lightbulb necklace Fallon insisted I wear, and hung my guitar on the shelf behind the bar. “I didn’t hear you complaining when Colleen met her fated mate after a group oftouristscame to visit.”

“That’s different,” Tim grumbled.

“Is it, though?” I laughed as I cracked a bottle of beer and downed half. I was thirsty after playing on stage. But my Luna had me working like a dog and for some reason, I couldn’t tell her no.

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