Page 59 of Rocked By the Alpha
He growls, and she lowers her mouth and nips at his chin. Then she continues her crawl, her breasts skimming past his face, then her ribcage and her navel and finally her pussy. Tilting her pelvis and opening her thighs, she allows him a perfect view of her sex. All pink and fleshy and wet.
His cock jerks in excitement as he licks his lips.
She sinks down so that her intimate lips are mere millimeters from his and the smell of her slick is pungent in his nose. He closes his eyes and takes a deep inhale. Fucking delicious. This has to be the best punishment ever. He’d happily spend the whole day eating this woman out.
But her pussy doesn’t come any closer. He opens his eyes. Then pokes out his tongue to swipe at her.
“No,” she says, rising away from him and he can hear the anger in her voice. Reaching a hand between her legs, she strokes at her clit with her middle finger. “You can’t fuck this up for me. Being in this band is everything I have.”
Her little nub begins to protrude from its hood as her finger works faster and slick trickles from her opening. He wants to taste it, to plunge into her.
“So what? You want to keep this thing between us a secret forever? Because I want to make you mine.” He grabs at her hips but she snatches them away. Her eyes drift shut as she melts into the pleasure of her fingers.
“Ooooh,” she moans. She rubs at herself faster and her legs shake, the tendons along her neck straining. Then her tension breaks, her head falls forward, her hair sliding over her face and her body jolts with each gentle touch of her fingers over her clit.
Fuck, he loves when she comes. He watches between her legs as everything flushes and pulses and her pussy convulses around nothing.
She’s not done yet, though. She thrusts two fingers inside herself and he watches in agony as they pump at her pussy in just the way he wants to.
Fuck him if he isn’t the most restrained man on Earth. Most Alphas would have tired of this performance and flipped her over onto her back long ago.
He growls in warning at her, letting her know he’s tiring of this show.
She opens her eyes.
“What is this thing?” she asks him.
“What do you mean?”
“You said we can’t keep this thing between us secret any longer.”
“Does it need a name?” Boyfriend, partner, mate. What does it matter? He just wants to be with her. “I want to spend more time with you and this secrecy business is getting in the way of that.”
“Telling Nat about this is going to blow things up. So don’t tell anyone else. I need to be sure you’re worth it first.”
She comes again, body jolting above him. He waits until she stills.
“I am,” he says.
Her eyes meet his. “We’ll see.”
Chapter 18
“Where exactly are we going?” she asks, as the car speeds out of the city, leaving the dazzling lights behind them.
“Didn’t I tell you?” He’s sprawled across the seat, hands resting in his lap. Tonight, he’s dressed in dark jeans and a dark shirt, unbuttoned around the collar, a silver chain resting against his collarbone.
“No, you didn’t.” She eyes him.
He turns his head away, pretending to gaze out the window, and she reaches over to tweak a nipple. Catching her wrist before she snares her target, he tugs her closer. “Just be patient, Omega.”
“I don’t like surprises.”
“Yeah, you do.”
He wraps his arm around her waist and kisses the top of her head.
His scent seems especially potent tonight, subduing her body so that she feels like putty in his hands. She’d go anywhere he asked tonight, she’s pretty sure of that.
