Page 41 of Brutal Alpha's Forced Mate

She tugs at my shirt, pulling it over my head and discarding it. Her fingers explore my bare skin, tracing the contours of my chest and abs, and the sensation sends a shiver down my spine.

“Fuck, Jaslyn,” I groan.

Her hand drops lower, brushing against the bulge in my pants, and the contact is so sudden, so unexpected, that I can’t stop the groan that bubbles out of my throat. Her touch is lightand teasing, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to lose myself right then and there.

She tugs at the zipper, and the sound echoes in the quiet of the room. The fabric pools around my ankles, and the sudden rush of cool air on my bare skin only heightens the feeling.

Her hand closes around me, and the heat of her skin is enough to send my head spinning. She strokes me, slowly, experimentally, and I’m struggling to keep a level head.

My hands find her hips, and my fingers hook around the waistband of her pants, pulling them down. I can see the goosebumps rippling across her skin, and she shivers against me as I tug her underwear off.

She’s naked. Vulnerable.

Mine.

I lift her, and her legs wrap around my waist as I walk her back to the bedroll in the corner. Her hair spills out around her, her eyes are dark and wanting. She looks so damn gorgeous, it hurts.

When her back hits the bedroll, I follow her down, pinning her beneath me. Her arms circle around my neck, pulling me closer, and her lips find mine again, kissing me hungrily. Her legs spread, and the feeling of her wet heat against my thigh sends another shockwave through me.

She’s slick and ready, and I’m pulsing.

My lips find her neck, her collarbone. Her hands grip my shoulders, nails digging into my skin. I can hear her breathing, short and ragged, and the sound only serves to fuel the fire burning in my veins.

When I slide a hand between her thighs, she bucks against me. Her hips rock into my hand, and her fingers tightenaround my biceps as I work her, rubbing slow circles against her most sensitive spot.

Her legs spread wider, and the heat of her sex is scorching against my fingers. She’s writhing under me, gasping and moaning, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

I lower my head, capturing her nipple between my lips for just a second before I descend her body, dropping a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses as I go. When my mouth meets the apex of her thighs, her hips buck again, and her breathing picks up.

I don’t give her a chance to catch her breath. I dive into her, devouring her, and the taste of her is so damn intoxicating that I never want to stop. She lets out a moan, loud and uninhibited, and her hand finds the back of my head, holding me in place. Her hips roll against me, and I slip a finger inside her, curling just right. She cries out, and her thighs tense around me, and I can tell she’s close.

Her back arches off the floor. Her whole body is wound tight, her muscles coiled like a spring. She’s panting, begging, and the sounds are a drug to my senses.

“Gray… fuck…”

My tongue flicks across the spot where she needs me most, and her entire body seizes as the climax rolls through her. She gasps, her nails digging into the back of my head. I can’t help but smirk against her skin as her muscles clench and spasm around my fingers.

Her hips grind against me, drawing out the pleasure, and she rides the wave until the very last shudder. When she finally goes limp, her body spent and boneless, I rise, trailing kisses up her body. She’s drenched in sweat, her eyes are heavy-lidded, and her hair is a tangled mess.

She’s perfect.

I’m throbbing, desperate, and the sight of her—sated and spent and splayed out in front of me—doesn’t do anything to help the situation.

I’ve never wanted anyone this badly.

“Jaslyn, are you—”

“Gray,” she cuts me off, reaching up and fisting her hand in the hair at the nape of my neck. Her eyes are clear, bright, and her voice is a low growl when she speaks. “Stop asking if I’m sure and fuck me already.”

My restraint snaps, and the animal inside me comes roaring to the surface. I’m on her in a second, kissing her roughly as I line myself up with her entrance.

There’s no turning back now.

I inch inside her, and her nails dig into my shoulder. Her body is like a vice, clenching and quivering around me. She’s impossibly tight, and I grit my teeth, forcing myself to keep still and give her a moment to adjust.

She’s trembling, and her chest is heaving. The look on her face is a mixture of bliss and discomfort.

“You okay?” I manage, the words coming out strangled.

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