Page 8 of The Alpha

Kelsie was so fucking tight, the tightest thing I’d ever felt in my fucking life. It was all I could do not to lose my mind right then and there.

With three more thrusts, I felt sweat bead on my brow. “You feel that?” I demanded, my voice rough. “This big fucking cock?” She moaned and hummed in pleasure. “That’s what you’ve been missing.”

“Knox,” she moaned my name, her head dropping forward. “Don’t stop.”

“Don’t plan to, baby,” I snarled, picking up the pace. “Clench that snug little cunt around me.”

When she obeyed and her pussy clenched around me, I felt myself go even crazier. I reached around her hip, snaked my hand downward, and speared my fingers between her folds. I found her clit and rubbed hard, knowing just how to bring her to the edge and over it.

“I’m close, Knox. God, I’m so close,” she gasped, her body trembling, her ass popping out more when she rose on her toes, trying to take me deeper.

“That’s it. Be Daddy’s good girl and come for me, Kelsie,” I ordered, and just like that, just like she’d always done—being my sweet, good girl—she shattered around me. For me.

Her pussy squeezed my dick as she screamed my name and came, her pussy so drenched all I heard was its sucking and slurping noises. The feeling was too much, and with a growl, I drove into her one last time, my balls tightening and my cum shooting out of me.

I spilled myself deep inside her, making her take every fucking drop until I felt it seeping out from where we were connected. I swore I had years of pent-up cum in my balls just waiting for this moment to fill Kelsie up.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting, before I finally pulled out. For long seconds, Kelsie stayed bent over the bar—her ass popped up, her legs spread, and the sight of my semen dripping out of her pussy and down the inside of her leg—turning me on again.

Yet all too soon, she straightened up, her skirt falling back down into place, but she couldn’t find her panties. That was because they were tucked in my pocket, so I could smell them while I jerked off later. They were useless to her anyway, since I’d torn them off of her.

Kelsie slowly turned to face me, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite place.

“This changes nothing,” she said, her voice soft, but there was an underlying tone that told me even she didn’t believe what she said.

I didn’t say a thing, just grinned, pulled her into me again, and said, “You and I both know that’s bullshit. You’re mine, sweet girl. And ain’t nothing gonna change that.”

5

KELSIE

The grocery bags in my hands were heavy as I carried them toward the truck I’d borrowed from the clubhouse.

It was late, too late for me to comfortably be out running errands, but I’d been too busy the rest of the day. There was shit I needed to stock up on, and now was the only free time I’d had.

Or maybe it was the fact that Knox had found me just before I’d been about to leave and fucked me until my knees were weak and I could barely walk straight.

I’d been too busy, indeed.

I smiled as that image slammed into my head, and heat coursed through my body.

The parking lot behind Ginny’s Deli and Market was nearly deserted, and the single flickering streetlamp did a poor job of illuminating the wide area.

I was loading the bags in the back seat when I heard the low rumble of motorcycles, which became louder the closer they came.

I stood back and shut the back door , watching as three Harleys pulled into the parking lot. At first, I just assumed the bikers were Reapers. This was their territory, after all.

But it wasn’t the Reapers. I spotted the logo on the back of their cuts—a skull with black-and-white flames spewing from its gaping mouth and drops of blood coming out of the eye sockets.

The Black Death MC. A rival club from one town over.

An uneasy shiver ran down my spine when they parked just a few spots from me. The way they stared at me should have been my cue to get the fuck out of there.

And that’s exactly what I started to do as I placed my keys between each of my fingers, the metal creating a kind of sharp brass knuckles, while I walked around the bed of the truck.

Footsteps echoed behind me. Slow. Predatory. The fine hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I reached the driver side door.

“Look at this, boys,” a deep voice drawled. “Pretty little thing, out here all alone.”

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