Page 104 of Ruthless Alpha Beast
I kiss her deeper, pulling her closer into me as my hands brush through her silky hair.
She groans.
I savor the way she melts against me, her fingers bunching in my shirt, her whole body practically sighing against mine. I’ve never felt this turned on from just kissing.
Everything about the way she’s moving against me is driving me wild.
And that’s when my wolf kicks in.
I tear away from her briefly, raking my gaze up and down her body hungrily.
“Tell me to stop,” I say.
She shakes her head, her mouth ajar and her lips deliciously puffy.
“I don’t want you to.”
This time, she steps toward me, her hands snaking up my body and around the back of my neck. As she touches me, little sparks break out beneath my skin.
She closes her eyes, my perfect opening once again.
I claim her.
Pressing my tongue deep into her throat, I trail my hands against the sides of her breasts.
I can hear, feel, and smell just how much she likes that.
It hardens me even more.
“Oh, Tara,” I moan.
I reach for the buttons of her dress, carefully undoing each one as I kiss her. I want to seeher, but I forget to look.
I’m too caught up in the way she feels and tastes.
Tara helps me pull down her dress.
She’s sucking and kissing my lips, wearing nothing but her bra and panties.
I get one look.
One small peek from the corner of my eye, and that’s all I need to make my erection unbearable.
I grab her thighs, lift her up, and push her against the tree.
There we lock eyes, my nose against hers, I’m staring into those glistening hazel pools.
“Jasper,” she whispers, my name on her lips, sending shockwaves through my body.
As she does, all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Alongside my wolf’s arousal is a deep wave of euphoria, tingling and tickling my body. It’s fierce and dizzying, like her voice alone could undo me.
The rest of the forest quietens around us, and there’s no need for words. Instead, there’s a throbbing ache in my lips to taste her again.
Everything I am, everything I feel, burns through the way I look at her, and I’m impatient, but I hold her there for a moment.
The perfect image. My perfect euphoria.
When I finally kiss her, it’s not gentle—I devour her. Her mouth answers mine hungrily, desperately, and I kiss her as if I could pour every ounce of my soul into her. She moans into me, and it shatters whatever restraint I thought I had.
