Page 126 of Stolen By the Alpha Hunter
Her fingers slide into my hair, trembling slightly. “Javi…”
We’ve been quiet for so long—on the Rig, in that awful cell, in all the stolen moments when fear was louder than desire—but I won’t shush her now.
We’re safe.
We’re home.
I lean in, kiss over the soft curls between her legs, and flick my tongue up her seam in a slow, claiming stroke.
“I’m gonna lick you until you scream, Peach,” I say, voice low and rough. “Don’t hold back.”
I throw her legs over my shoulders and bury my face between her thighs like I’ve been starving. I lap at her slowly at first, tongue tracing every inch of her, memorizing how she tastes again. She rocks against me, her hips rising, and I slide one hand up to cup her breast under the sweater. Her nipple is already hard, and when I roll it between my fingers, she moans.
The sound goes straight to my cock.
I groan into her, and that makes her twitch, her thighs clamping tighter around my head.
“Javi—” she gasps, her voice raw and high and breaking.
I flick my tongue over her clit in the same rhythm, again and again, until she’s crying out, her hips stuttering. Her hands fist in my hair, but I don’t stop. I want to feel her break apart.
“Come for your mate, Peach,” I growl.
And she does—beautiful and unrestrained, her whole body trembling against my mouth. Her cry is wild, desperate, so full of feeling that it shakes me to my core.
But I’m not done with her yet.
Not even close.
I pull away and drag the back of my hand over my mouth before following her up, yanking my shirt off over my head and tossing it to the floor. Peaches scrambles to get undressed, plucking at the sweater and losing herself in it for a moment.
Her laughter is like music when she gets stuck, her arms tangled in the excess purple fabric, her hair a bouquet in the neckline.
I get on my knees to help her, a smile coming to my lips as inevitably as spring lighting up the world again.
It’s awkward and fun and new…and she’s the most beautiful damn thing I’ve ever seen.
We’re in each other’s arms again, coming together naturally. I can’t stop kissing her—finding the secret place where she’s ticklish beneath her ear, returning to my bite marks, brushing my lips over every freckle as I move from her cheeks to her shoulders and breasts.
I could go back to licking her—and I almost do—but she catches me by the shoulders and gazes into my eyes.
“Knot me, Javi,” she whispers. “Please.”
And who am I to deny her?
I take off my jeans in a rush and they join the pile of our clothes on the floor, leaving me skin to skin with my mate. My cock nestles between her thighs and I find her wet with slick, ready to be bred and claimed.
Of course, that’s just my wolf talking.
Because she might be mine; she might be close to her heat, desperate and needy…
But Ilovethis woman.
I love her with every broken piece of myself.
I push inside her slowly, taking my time, eager to experience what sex with her will feel like when we’re not desperate and scared. And it’s good—it’s so much better than I could have everdreamed, the friction of her tight cunt around my cock warm and inviting. I keep playing with her as I fuck her, covering her breast with my hand, lowering my lips to the other and sucking her nipple into my mouth.
She finally screams as an orgasm rolls through her.
