Page 4 of Brutal Alpha Beast
He prods me again, nudges me, and it feels ticklish. I fight back, and it’s chaotic, tossing and turning until Ellis hovers above me, pinning me down.
“Stop,” I whisper, “you’re going to make me spill my…”
But then our eyes lock, and the world stills. Everything moves very slowly—aside from my heart, which beats at a million miles per hour.
I let my beer can fall.
Ellis lowers his lips to mine, kissing me gently at first. My breath hitches, I feel everything inside me burn.
I open my eyes to savor the way his face looks, then let them flutter shut again. Our kisses become hungry, desperate, and as he slides his fingers down to the wet space between my folds, I moan against his lips.
Ellis unbuckles his pants, his dick teasingly hard against my opening as he plays with my soft nub.
I love the feel of him. Turned on by how hard he is for me.
Our kisses become so urgent that I feel as though I’m going to come. He trails his mouth down to my breasts, where he licks above the thin fabric of my dress. His mouth is so hot.
“Fuck, Danielle,” he groans. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long.”
His mouth is at my neck.
“I want you,” I say
Without hesitation, he takes his cock and gently presses it inside me. It’s painful at first, and then the pleasure hits me like a tidal wave.
“Yes,” I moan. “More.”
Ellis thrusts and pumps as I ride a wave of orgasms that feel like they’re never going to stop. I wrap my arms around the top of his wide back and stare up at the canopying trees. I’ve also been waiting for this, for so very long.
I lay my head against Ellis’ chest, savoring the way my pussy throbs from the aftermath of him. I can’t stop smiling as I lazily trace my hand down his body.
“Have you really been wanting to do that forsolong?” I ask him. I can’t believe it; I never thought my feelings for him would be returned, not like this.
“Of course, Danielle,” he says. “Didn’t you know?”
I shake my head.
“I feel like I can be myself when I’m around you.”
“Me too,” I whisper. Although not fully myself. But now I know he likes me. Maybe it’s finally time for that to change. Now we’re going to be mates, he should know the truth.
“There’s something about me you should know,” I say, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “There’s a reason I can't shift.”
“Aw, Danielle,” he says. “You shouldn’t worry so much about that, you know. Everyone develops at their own pace.”
“No,” I shake my head, my eyes still closed. “It’s not because I’m yet to do it, it’s because I won’t ever do it.”
“What do you mean?”
I take a steadying breath. “I can’t shift because I’m a witch.”
I sit up, and face him, daring to open my eyes, and I realize he’s smiling. At first, he thinks I’m joking, and then, his face turns cold.
“What?” He says. “You’re not being serious?”
“I am,” I say. “I want you to know the real me.”
He stands up.
