Page 76 of Fourth Base with the Alpha
I’m stretched wide, the pain so vivid, I bite right through the skin of my lower lip.
But it’s that good kind of pain, the kind that blends with the pleasure, like spice with sweet, making everything bolder, more intense, better.
“Holy fucking cow!” Hunters says, cradling me in his arms, smothering me in kisses, making me believe this could be anything but fake.
My battered heart swells and I know I’m in trouble. Because my heart wants this man just as badly as my body does and that is a bad idea.
17
Hunter
I’ve always beena greedy fucker, and fuck I’m greedy for Isabella. We don’t sleep, partly because we’re both jet-lagged anyway, but mostly because I can’t keep my hands off her. I explore every inch of her body with my tongue, eat her out so many times she has no perception of time and space, and fuck and knot her twice more.
Finally, when the sunlight streams over the horizon and rushes across the water and in through the window, we fall asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
It’s late morning, the sun lost somewhere above the roof, when a hammering fist on the door wakes us.
“Hunter, you getting the fuck up? Your sister’s having kittens up at the house.”
I groan, shielding my eyes against the bright light of day as I roll away from Isabella and towards the door.
“Why? What’s the problem?”
“The problem is we leave tomorrow morning and you’ve only seen your dad for five minutes.”
I flop back onto the bed and scrub my hands over my face. Yeah, right. My dad. The real reason I’m here and not the omega I’ve seduced into bed with me.
“Tell her we’ll be there soon.”
“Seriously, man? Because–”
“Yeah, seriously.”
I hear the wooden steps creak and then Mick stomps off under the trees in the direction of the house.
Isabella stirs beside me, rolling over to rest her head on my chest. I kiss her temple, her hair strong with the smell of my scent. Fuck, I love that, want her smothered in my scent all the time.
“Morning,” I tell her.
“Is it?” She peers towards the window. “What was that about? Are we in trouble?”
“With my sister, yes. She wants me spending time with my dad.”
“Let’s get dressed then and–” I groan. “What’s wrong?”
“You saw how it was yesterday. I don’t have anything to say to the old man.”
She glides her palm across my bare chest, electrifying my skin and causing my cock to stir. I’d like nothing more than to drag her onto my lap and have her ride me until that sun goes down again.
But that isn’t going to earn me any points with my sister. Probably not with Isabella either. Definitely not Kim – I’m pushing the thought of that conversation well out of my mind.
“When Maria got so sick she didn’t have the energy to hold a conversation anymore,” she says quietly, “I used to read to her.”
“I wouldn’t have a clue what the old bastard would like me to read.”
“Then read something you want to read.”
“I haven’t read a book in a long time.”
