Page 51 of Tying the Knot
“Sorry,” he mumbles. “It’s a thing…”
“It’s awful,” I say. “So many are suffering and going without just to survive this winter. It’s heartbreaking. Please know that I won’t be inconsiderate about staying here and driving your energy bills up. I’m very conscious of…”
I don’t get to finish my sentence because he takes a step forward and sweeps me into his arms, crushing his mouth to mine in a kiss that rivals the first one on the passion-o-metre as the best kiss I’ve ever had.
Breathlessly, I claim his mouth with mine, clawing at his t-shirt, wishing I had the guts to whip it over his head and ride him like a cowgirl. Sadly, I don’t. I realise with a sinking feeling that I have no confidence to do much of anything except follow his lead.
“Morgan,” he rasps against my lips, nipping them with his sharp teeth, which drives me into a state of desire so profound, I whimper against his mouth. “You are perfect.”
He tugs gently on my hair and then steps back, clearing his throat. He stoops to pick up the t-shirt I’d dropped during our kiss, and hands it back to me with a shy smile.
Do it!
Dooooooo ittttttttt!
I stand there like a statue, unable to form words, as I watch him walk away.
“Elijah!”
Horrified, I place my hand over my mouth when he turns back at my call.
“Yes, Morgan?” His voice is gruff and manly, and it does things to my body that lights it up like a Christmas Tree.
His gaze penetrates mine curiously as I remain silent, trying to convey with my eyes what my mouth is refusing to say.
He takes a step back toward me, his curious gaze going heated.
“Elijah,” I breathe.
“Morgan,” he rasps.
Then he is in my personal space again, crushing his body against mine, his hands going into my hair and fisting tightly. He devours my mouth with his, twisting his tongue around mine fiercely, almost violently.
I feel slick soak my knickers, and I purr loudly into his mouth, responding to his kiss with my own pent-up aggression.
He walks me back a few steps and then kicks the door closed behind me, shutting out the rest of the world as we get lost in this beautiful kiss.
ChapterThirty-Four
Morgan
The low growlthat rumbles out of Elijah in response to my constant purring sends a shiver of delight skittering over my skin. Panting, I cup his face, rising on my tiptoes to deepen the kiss further.
He nips my lips, an action that speaks to my heart. It’s possessive and attentive. He breathes heavily, bringing his hands up to my wrists.
“Don’t say anything,” I murmur, knowing he is about to end this before it even starts. “We are both consenting adults.”
He leans his forehead on mine, his eyes closed. Letting go of my wrists to grasp my waist, he trails his mouth down the side of my neck, pausing over the bite that Adam gave me.
He licks it, kisses it, and places his mouth over it, his teeth digging into my skin.
I want to scream at him to bite me, to erase Adam’s bite, but he sighs and pulls back. “I want to speak to him first. Tell him of my intention. It’s only right.”
“He doesn’t deserve it,” I spit out, unnaturally angry that an alpha I’m only starting to know won’t bite me. That just proves to me once again that he is mine and that I am his. We belong together, and Adam is getting in the way.
“Oh, I didn’t say I wouldn’t enjoy it. I’m quite looking forward to it,” he adds darkly.
I gasp softly, feeling my body react to his words. My nipples harden, and slick gushes out of my pussy. My heart beats wildly. I drag his face back to mine so I can thrust my tongue into his mouth.
