Page 4 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
I lost my struggle, and a small, desperate whimper escaped me, my thighs pressing together as a surge of desire hit me. The wolf stiffened, and his lips left my skin. He inhaled deeply as though he could scent my arousal, and my core clenched reflexively.
His liquid gold gaze met mine, and for a moment, it felt like the entire world was suspended. I realized something at that moment. Regardless of what I’d believed in the past, I’d never known true want and desire before. Not until now. That was my last lucid thought.
His lips claimed mine the next moment with an authority that undid me, his tongue entering me, pushing in and sliding against mine. He was fire, and my body was dry kindling, igniting with a single touch.
I gasped into the kiss, unraveling, my nipples pebbling beneath my shirt, and he backed away, ending the kiss, a sliver of confusion entering his gaze.
He let go of my hands and took a step back, but I was moving with him. My body moved without my consent as I went on my tiptoes, dug my fingers into his silky hair, and pulled his lips back down onto mine, my hands ripping at his clothes.
I’d never felt this way before. I’d never lost control like this or felt helpless against a ferocious desire that overrode my common sense and threatened to consume me. He was too far and too close—yet not close enough.
I wanted. I needed. I desired. I yearned for something only he could give me.
The wolf let out a growl and took over the kiss once more. Whatever restraint he had was gone as quickly as it had appeared. I trembled uncontrollably as his hands reached beneath my shirt over the smooth skin of my belly, his hand cupping one of my breasts.
His lips swallowed every moan that left me as his calloused thumbstroked my tender, sensitive nipple. My hips moved on their own, grinding against his thigh. His lips left mine to trail dangerously arousing kisses all over my nape, his teeth nipping at my skin.
At the sharp ding of the elevator door opening, followed by an embarrassed cough from an older lady, the wolf pulled back, his hand steady on my waist, guiding me out of the elevator. My mind was shot, my body craving his within seconds of our separation.
I needed our kiss to continue. I wanted his hard body against mine and his hands between my thighs. I pressed my body to his, uncaring of where we stood, who we were, and if anyone else was in that corridor.
The wolf pulled me right back into his arms, his lips finding mine. I had no idea how we made it to his room. The world could have burned for all I cared, and I wouldn’t have noticed as long as he kept touching me.
His sheets smelled like him: a crisp, citrusy, cedar scent with an undercurrent of something dark and undeniably masculine that made my inner thighs slick with arousal.
My pants were already gone when he tugged my shirt off—no, that was me. I tugged my shirt off, the cool air hitting my nipples until he leaned in and took my right nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to bruise my skin, before he pulled back to stare at me with a gaze so intense that it completely undid me.
His dark hair fell over his chiseled cheekbone as he leaned in, teasing out the lower lip I’d been biting on. “You are perfect,” he whispered, and somehow those words reached beyond the haze in my mind.
Perfect. That was a word I would never have thought to use to describe myself. Me, so broken and unworthy that no one I loved ever stayed.
“You mean that?” I breathed, a single teardrop finding its way out of the corner of my eye. A slightly confused frown marred the wolf’s face as he leaned in to kiss the tears off my cheek.
“Perfect,” he repeated, his lips on my skin. “Perfect.”
Something fractured within me. I turned and pressed my lips to hiswith a desperation that surprised me as my fingers frantically clawed, grabbing at him.
The wolf matched my pace easily, his hands burning a hot trail down my body. I moaned, grinding my hips more fervently against his thigh, only for him to shift so that he braced himself above me, and then his fingers found my entrance.
I gasped, trembling in his arms as he expertly stroked my clit. At the dizzying sensation that accompanied his touch, I placed my hand over his, to stop him or to keep his hand against me. I wasn’t quite sure.
“I haven’t…” My voice was barely above a whisper, but the wolf’s movement stilled, his golden gaze finding mine, his lips inches from mine.
“Do you want me to stop?” he rasped softly against my skin, his voice wrecked, and his other hand gripping the sheets hard as he waited for my response.
My lips parted, but I couldn’t answer. My breaths came faster as I shivered helplessly in his arms, not knowing what to do with my body that burned with so much heat and need. He pulled away, his body trembling with the effort of turning away from me.
“No.” The words left me in a rush without a single coherent thought as I embraced him from behind, stopping him. “Please.” He paused uncertainly.
“Please,” I whispered again, unsure of what I was begging for, my hands tracing down his bare chest to his pants and a very intimidating bulge. The wolf stiffened at my touch, and that initial fear shifted to something almost smug and delighted. I couldn’t stop myself from stroking him through his pants and—
The wolf turned to face me, a growl on his lips as he pushed me back onto the bed, settling between my legs as he slid his fingers along me, wetting them with my arousal before pushing them into me.
I gasped, fisting the sheets around me, my hips undulating against his fingers as his thumb found my clit. He stroked his thick fingers within me, and broken, needy sounds fell uninhibited from my lips ashis fingers found a sensitive ball of nerves within me. His thumb rubbed my clit back and forth, leaving me a wet mess.
His lips found the juncture between my neck and my shoulder, his teeth nipping at the delicate skin almost obsessively, his fingers still stroking within me. I trembled, feeling something build up within me, but before I could reach it, he was pulling away, his veined hands tugging away the last of his clothes.
I stared at his perfectly ripped body, eyes hooded with desire, my gaze dropping to his erection. My body tingled with both anticipation and anxiety. My mind clouded over, my fingers slipping down my body to soothe the ache his brief absence had left within me.
