Page 32 of Brutal Alpha's Sold Mate
My fingers skim the planes of his chest, and a rumble comes from his throat. His hands go to my hips, gripping firmly, and he pulls me closer. A bolt of pleasure shoots through me when I grind against his erection, and I moan, unable to help myself.
“Tell me what you want,” he says, voice rough.
My breathing is ragged. “I want…”
He kisses a path up my neck. “Say it.”
My brain scrambles, torn between surrender and resistance. He’s not demanding. It’s more like an invitation, but the power dynamic feels lopsided. Still, I can’t deny the pull between us.
“Please,” I whisper. “I need this.”
His hands tighten on my hips. “Need what?”
“You,” I manage. “More.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
He shifts beneath me, lifting me a little. My hands move to his shoulders, holding on for balance. In one swift movement, he stands, cradling me in his arms. “Then let’s do this right.”
He carries me up the stairs toward his bedroom, and my heart slams against my ribs. This is happening, and I’m terrified, but I don’t want to stop. When he sets me gently on the bed, I tug him toward me, desperate for the reassurance of his closeness.
Our lips collide, and it’s all hunger and need. He slips his hand under the hem of my shirt, and the sensation of his fingers brushing the bare skin of my stomach sends a shiver through me. I groan and tug the shirt over my head, tossing it aside.
He kisses a trail from my collarbone down the valley between my breasts, pausing to tease each nipple through the fabric of my bra. My whole body shivers, and I arch toward him, aching for more contact.
He continues his downward path, kissing a line across my stomach, then stopping to tease the edge of my pants. He glances up at me, eyes dark with desire, and I realize what he’s asking.
I swallow. “Keep going.”
With a smirk, he slides the button loose and tugs the zipper down. Then he hooks his fingers in the waistband and pulls my pants down, leaving me in just my panties. His gaze travels down the length of my body, and the intensity in his expression sends a wave of heat through me.
He leans in and presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, teasing higher with each one. I squirm beneath him. Each kiss is electric, and the anticipation is nearly unbearable.
Finally, he drags the edge of my panties down and dips his head, tasting me. My body arches off the bed at the contact as a moan slips out. His tongue is magic, teasing and exploring, and my whole body trembles.
I’m on the verge of begging when he shifts, pushing my legs wider. He dips his head and tastes me again, sliding a finger in. My body goes taut, and a whimper slips out. The pressure builds, and when he curls his finger, a cry rips from my throat.
My hands fist the sheets. “Oh, fuck. Right there.”
He works another finger in, moving faster, and my body arches against him. Everything is heat and sensation, and I can barely breathe. The pleasure is overwhelming, and I’m on the verge of toppling over the edge.
Suddenly, he stops and withdraws his fingers. I stare at him, dazed. My whole body is trembling. I ache with need.
He smirks. “Patience.”
With that, he moves up, kissing a path along my body as he goes. When his mouth finds mine, it’s a fierce, possessive kiss. I cling to him, desperate for more.
He rolls us, putting me on top. I reach for the clasp on my bra and toss it aside. Then I slide back, dragging my nails along his skin. His bare cock is pressed against my inner thigh, and a shudder rolls through me.
I lift my hips and position myself over him, teasing his cock along my slick entrance. He grips my hips, holding me steady. I sink lower, taking him inch by inch, and the sensation is so intense that I can’t breathe. When he’s fully inside, my whole body trembles.
His hands slide up my sides and cup my breasts. He toys with my nipples, sending a new jolt of pleasure through me. My head falls back, and a moan slips out. I’ve never felt so full, so complete.
“Ride me,” he growls.
I obey, lifting myself up and slamming down. A groan rumbles in his throat, and the sound urges me on. My whole body is a bundle of raw nerves. The pressure is building, threatening to explode.
