Page 84 of The Alpha King's Hunt
The anger that's been burning in my chest for weeks, the frustration, the resentment, the constant battle for control, it all twists into something else. It's as if it completely evaporates, like it never existed.
Every inch of me goes hot, tight, aching. It's all so raw and aggressive and so goddamn electric I can't think straight. One second I want to fight him, the next I'm melting into him, drowning in the feel of his mouth moving against mine.
His body presses into mine, all hard muscle and heat, and I can feel every inch of him against me. His chest. His hips. The thick bulge straining against his gym shorts that makes my stomach flip.
Tingles explodes through my entire body, and I gasp into the kiss, my nails digging into his shoulders.
God, even his scent is intoxicating. Sweat and something darker, something that makes me want to bite him just to see what he tastes like.
And I want more. I want all of it.
I get so overwhelmed, I push him away because I need space, because I can't think. He steps back, and I know he's not actually letting me push him.
He looks down at me. Hungry. Waiting.
“I can't control myself when I'm with you, Keira. I can't stop thinking about you. Tell me you don't want this. Tell me to stop.”
Should he stop?
Let's see, I'm soaking wet, my damn underwear clings to me, and the ache between my thighs is so intense it almost hurts. My chest is heaving, and I feel as if my brain has exited the chat.
I don't filter myself. I say exactly how I'm feeling for once, no hesitation, just truth.
"Don't you fucking dare stop," I say and practically run to him, kissing him with every ounce of raw passion exploding through my body.
He groans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me, and then he's lifting me like I weigh nothing. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind his back as he slams me against the wall.
I hit it with a thud, but I don't care. I just kiss him harder, my hips rolling against him because I want him to ease this unbearable ache.
His hands are everywhere, gripping my ass, sliding up my thighs, fingers digging into my skin like he's trying to brand me. He holds me there with one arm while his other hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat.
"Fuck," he breathes against my neck before his tongue licks my sensitive skin.
I gasp, arching into him. His mouth moves lower, biting and sucking along my collarbone while his hips grind against mine, the friction almost enough to make me come right here.
I bite his lip, and he groans, the sound so primal it makes me clench.
"Keira," he growls, pulling back just enough to look at me. He looks at me like he wants to wreck me, and I lick my lips at the thought.
He sets me down and yanks my shirt over my head in one swift motion, tossing it somewhere behind him without looking. His eyes drop to my chest, and he bends down and starts kissing my chest.
I reach around and unlatch my bra and slide it off my shoulders.
"Jesus Christ, Keira," he says, looking down at my breasts as my bra falls to the floor. "You're fucking perfect, just like I imagined."
He scoops me back up again before I can respond, and in an instant, I'm back to being pinned against the wall, arching my chest for him to explore.
His mouth latches onto my breast, teeth grazing my nipple, and I cry out. He sucks hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak while his hand kneads my other breast, pinching and rolling until I'm gasping, trembling, completely at his mercy.
He's rough, rougher than I expected. Sucking and biting, leaving marks I'll feel for days. And I love it. I love the way he's claiming me, the way he's finally letting go of all that iron control.
"Octavian," I gasp, my fingers tangling in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan.
He switches to my other breast, giving it the same relentless attention. Licking and sucking in the best ways possible. My head falls back against the wall in an erotic trance, and my body feels on fire.
Then he's moving, carrying me across the room while I'm still wrapped around him. His lips never leave my chest, kissing and licking like he'll die if he stops. He drops to his knees on the gym mat, laying me down beneath him, his weight pressing me into the floor.
I reach for his shorts and drag them down because I need to see him, need to know what I'm dealing with.
