Page 62 of Brutal Alpha's Forced Mate

Challenge accepted.

I close the final distance, and my hands find her waist as her breath hitches. Her skin is warm under my touch, and when I lower my head to capture her mouth with mine, the world falls away. The kiss is molten, a clash of heat and hunger, and her hands find their way into my hair, pulling me closer, deeper.

I kiss her until the tension inside me is a burning ache, until my lungs scream for air, until the only thing keeping me upright is her.

My hands trail lower, tracing the curve of her hips, and she arches into me with a soft sound that makes me dizzy. I want to hear her say my name. I want her moaning and gasping and whispering my name as I make her come.

My tongue sweeps across hers. The taste of her is addictive. I need more, and she gives it freely, kissing me with the same intensity. Her hand slides over my bare chest, and her fingers trace the lines of my muscles, exploring every inch of exposed skin.

I let her explore, relishing the way her touch lights up my body. I want her to see, to touch, to claim me the same way I plan to claim her. When her fingers brush the edge of my hip, I bite back a groan, and my own hand tightens on her ass.

She pulls away from the kiss just enough to gasp for air, and I trail kisses along her jaw and neck, tasting the salt on her skin. She sighs, tilting her head back, and I nip at the delicate skin of her throat, eliciting another moan.

The sounds she makes drive me wild, and my free hand comes up to cup her breast, stroking and teasing her nipple untilshe arches into me. When I replace my fingers with my mouth, her hand clenches in my hair, and she cries out.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, and her hips press against mine, grinding against me. My cock is rock-hard, and her heat is searing. I know she can feel me, can sense the effect she has on me, but the urge to touch her, to taste her, is stronger.

I want to worship her.

My mouth moves lower, tracing a path of kisses down her stomach and lowering myself onto my knees in front of her. When I reach the spot where her thigh meets her hip, she whimpers, her legs trembling as I continue lower, my lips brushing the soft, sensitive skin.

Her hand slides down, guiding my head between her legs. When her fingers tighten in my hair, I give in, licking and sucking until she can barely stand. Her breaths are ragged, and the sound of her pleasure fills the clearing, driving me mad.

I want her. Need her.

My tongue darts over her clit, and her body shudders. Her thighs squeeze my head, and her moans turn into cries. She gasps, her body bucking, and I can tell she needs more. Just as she’s about to shatter, I slip my arms around her waist and lift her.

She yelps in surprise, and her legs wrap around me automatically, anchoring herself. I carry her a few feet and press her against a tree, bracing her back with one hand and holding her up with the other.

Her arms encircle my neck as her fingers thread through my hair. Her eyes find mine, hazy with pleasure. My cock presses against her entrance, and the contact is so good, I can’t hold backthe groan that escapes me. She’s so wet, and the heat of her is like a brand, sending sparks of need through every part of me.

When I ease into her, the feeling is overwhelming. She’s tight and hot and perfect, and the way her body tenses and relaxes around me drives me insane. I thrust deeper, and her back arches. Her hips roll forward, taking me in, and the sensation is enough to send a rush of desire through me.

I bury myself deep, and the cry that leaves her is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

I pull back, the friction sending a wave of heat through me. The need to possess her, to claim her, is almost unbearable, and I know I’m not going to last long. Not with her wrapped around me like this, her body trembling with need.

The next time I drive into her, her body jerks, and her walls clench around me. I set a steady rhythm, thrusting hard and deep. The sight of her like this, lost in pleasure, is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t tear my eyes away, can’t stop looking at the way her body moves against mine. She’s flushed, her lips parted and her eyes half-closed. Every part of me screams to claim her, to mark her, to make her mine.

I’m not gentle, but she doesn’t seem to care. She meets my thrusts, urging me deeper, her voice breaking around my name. The sound is enough to send me over the edge, and I can’t hold back anymore.

My release rips through me, and I bury myself in her with a low growl. My fingers dig into her hips, holding her still as her walls pulse around me, milking me for everything I have. Her body shudders. Her nails rake down my back, and her legs tighten around my waist, pulling me closer, deeper.

It’s bliss and torture, and I never want it to end.

I can’t catch my breath. Can’t think. Can’t do anything but feel.

When the pleasure subsides, I lean against her, pressing her back to the tree and resting my forehead against hers. She’s still shaking, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. We both need a moment.

When my heart finally slows and the haze fades, I open my eyes to find her looking at me, her expression equal parts stunned and sated.

“That was…” She trails off, her lips curving into a satisfied grin.

I smile, trailing kisses down her neck and jaw, savoring the taste of her. “Amazing?”

She lets out a breathless laugh. “That’s one word for it.”

“I have others, if you’d like a list.”

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