Page 72 of Fourth Base with the Alpha
I squeal again and giggle, knowing he’ll catch me easily and wanting him to. I’m going to make him work for it first though. Following the path through the trees, I dart this way and that. I may not be as fast as him but I’m light-footed.
Soon he’s right behind me though, his breath heavy in the silent night. His hands close around my waist and with a roar he hauls me towards him as we skid to a halt.
We’re both panting, my chest rising and falling and the air perfumed with my slick.
I didn’t think being chased could be such fun.
“I’ve got you now, little Omega.”
His hands slide around my body, up my stomach, to squeeze my tits through my sweater and he nips at my throat again with his strong alpha teeth.
I close my eyes, melting into his touch, hoping he drags me to the ground and has me here and now. But before I know what’s happening, he twists me around and flings me over his shoulder. I yelp, flailing my arms and legs around, before realizing it’s useless and that maybe actually this is fucking hot, and I’d happily let this man fling me over his shoulder every day of the week. After all, his shoulders are broad and solid and designed for flinging omegas across.
“Where are we going?” I ask, accepting my fate.
“You’ll see,” he tells me and soon we’re stepping out of the trees and onto a small line of sand, the still water a midnight blue and brushing softly against the dunes.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmur, as he trudges along the sand, then to my surprise, we climb, wooden steps creaking beneath his feet and a door groaning as he opens it. He drops me inside a one-room cabin. It sits on stilts right by the water's edge, a veranda running around the outside and hovering over the ocean on one side.
A small double bed lies tucked against one wall and there’s a wood-burning stove and a small table with two chairs positioned in front of a large window, the view of the water framed within.
The ceiling is low and Hunter's head barely scrapes below it as he ducks inside.
He finds a box of matches and the flame hisses as he strikes one against the flint, and lights a gas lamp hanging from the rafters. Mellow light fills the room and I inhale the salt of the ocean, the magnesium of the flames and him.
“Are you sure about this, Isabella?” he asks, stalking towards me as if I could possess the will power to say no to a man like Hunter Larsson. And I don’t. My will power at this stage is non-existent, left behind on the plane and flying back to LA.
I want him so badly, I’ve been wet every moment I’ve been in his company, and even when I’ve not, because I’m thinking of him then too.
Thinking of how delicious he smells. How solid and muscular he is. How magical his touch is. How deep his voice is. How blue his eyes are.
I know I’m going to rip this fragile heart of mine right in two. But right now, at this moment, I don’t give a damn. Fuck the consequences. Maybe this is a fling, something temporary to amuse a rock god. Does it matter?
Maria would tell me to go for it. In fact, she’s been busy nudging me forward, reminding me to get my kicks while I can. Life’s short. Haven’t I learned that the brutally hard way?
We’ll be okay, I tell my nervous heart.
And to Hunter, I say, “I am sure.”
“I’m sorry it’s not some fancy hotel or–”
I shrug. “I don’t need some fancy hotel. I just need you.” I run my hands down that solid chest of his, arriving at the hem of his sweater and sliding my hands underneath, meeting the warmth of his skin.
“You’re really too fucking small,” he chuckles, hooking his hands under my ass and lifting me up to straddle his waist so we’re nose to nose. “That’s better.”
“We could just cut off your legs at the calves, bring you nearer my height. Who needs feet anyway?”
“Or maybe I’ll buy you some stilts.”
I laugh. My hands are still caught up under his sweater and I explore his body more, gliding my finger over his flexing pecs, his shoulders and down his broad back.
“I like your little hands on me.”
“I’ve been very well behaved keeping my hands to myself so far.”
“Same,” he says, squeezing my ass and burying his face in my neck.
He sucks hard enough to land a bruise and I scrape my nails over his back in retaliation.
