Page 120 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
“There they are,” I say, pointing to the group of people on the other side of the cemetery.
“How the hell did they get that far?” Brady grumbles. “Come on, we better go catch up before Liam loses it.”
As we’re about to walk down the sidewalk, a group of people round the corner, nearly crashing into us.
“Fucking watch it,” Brady growls, stepping in front of me.
“Sorry, dude,” a guy says, stumbling back. The guy looks at Brady, fear quickly filling his eyes. “My bad.”
“Oh my god!” one of the girls in their group shouts. “Oh my god. Oh my god. OH. MY. GOD!”
Ah fuck. Not now.I know this scenario all too well.
“Ally Cat. Holy shit, it’s really you, isn’t it?”
Nope. Not doing this right now. This is my birthday, and as much as I love my fans, I am not in the mood to be ambushed.
Grabbing Brady’s hand, I tug him back the way we came. “Run,” I whisper loudly.
He looks down at me, brows furrowed, before nodding.
Of course, in Brady fashion, I don’t run alongside him. Nope, this big, burly Alpha picks me up, tosses me over his shoulder, and takes off running down the street.
I can’t help it, I burst into laughter as I bounce with every step he takes.
“Where are you taking us?” I laugh as he ducks around a building and then beelines it to a nearby cemetery.
“Away from the crazy mob of fans that was no doubt about to maul you.” He puts me on my feet and looks around. “Let’s hang out in here for a bit.”
My eyes widen as he pulls me into a mausoleum. “Brady,” I laugh as he closes the door behind us.
“Hi,” he murmurs, his husky voice making my nipples pebble and arousal flush through me.
“Hi,” I breathe out, blinking up at him and biting my lip.
It’s dark in here, with only the moonlight shining through the window towards the top of the building to see by. But I can see him, towering over me, his blond hair down, hanging around his shoulders.
“Do you know how hard it’s been keeping my hands to myself all day?” he asks, voice a low rasp. He reaches up, tucking some of my curls behind my ear. My heart starts to race as a familiar heat fills my lower belly.
“Yeah?” I ask, squeezing my thighs shut. But it’s no use, my panties are already ruined.
“All I could think about was kissing these sinful lips.” He grips my chin, thumb pressing against my lower lip. A little wave of dizziness hits me, making me sway towards him, mybreathing coming out in short, shallow pants as need hits me hard. My nipples tighten against my bra, my clit throbbing with want. I’m a mess for this Alpha. My Alpha. And the way he’s looking down at me, hunger gleaming brightly back at me, I’m a fucking goner. That knot I wanted at the end of the night? Yeah, I need thatnow.
“I fucking love the taste of you, Sweetheart.” He pulls my lip back, before letting it bounce back into place. “I love the sounds you make when I touch you. I fucking crave your skin against mine.”
“Brady,” I whimper.
“I need you, baby,” he growls, backing me up until my legs hit something hard and cold. “I need to be inside you. To have that tight little pussy wrapped around my knot.”
“Oh god.”
“No god here,” he chuckles. “Just me, Sweetheart. Your Alpha.”
When he kisses me, my whole body ignites. Whimpering, I grab at his leather jacket pulling him close to me.
This overwhelming need to have him consumes me and all I can think about is him fucking me right here, right now. I don’t even give a damn where we’re at.
He growls against my lips, sucking and nipping as he kisses me dirty.
