Alpha Prince (6 page)

“But your mind stops you before you allow yourself to feel, Rainbow. Why?”

“Look, you don’t have to say all this stuff to get into my pants.
Really
. I’ve been drooling over you since I first saw you. A dragon was literally about to eat me and all I could do was check out your ass.”

Wow. I just said all that. My body was no longer pink, but the color of a fire hydrant about to explode!

He inhales sharply through his nose. That wolfish grin is back, now accompanied by a wolfish glint in his eyes. “Now, you’re ready.”

Ready for what? What the hell was going on? Seriously?
I am having serious difficulties following this conversation, and I’m at least 50% of it!
Sure, I could ask him to explain, but mountain man was a little sexier when he
wasn’t
talking. Maybe, after everything I’ve been through, I was sick of talking.

Was it wrong to want a night of reckless fun after a day like today? I’d been irritated, abandoned, and forced to endure way too much of the wrong kind of physical activity. All on my birthday.

I wanted a present.

A big one.

And oh boy did he sure have a big one.

I cock my head to the side, feeling rather predatory myself. “You want to see me be true to myself?” I run my fingers up his chest. His muscles tighten beneath my slight touch. Oh dear lord. I’ve never felt anything so perfect and hard in all my life.

His eyes grow darker.

Confidence
, I remind myself.
Take what you want for once!
Tonight wasn’t gonna be about my mom or my ex-boyfriend or weird-ass Crystal Jesus shit. It was about me and the glorious orgasms I would have with this glorious mountain man. “Well, let’s see what you got,” I tell him, right before grabbing his head and bringing it to my own.

Chapter 5

When our lips touch, it’s pure electricity. He makes a startled noise, as if this isn’t something he’s done before. I think I do too. I’m not ready for the all-encompassing, strong, delirious need that overtakes me.

My tongue snakes between his lips. His fingers dig into my upper arms as his thumbs imprint my shoulders. We’ve been connected for only a few seconds and already I’m unraveling like this was my first time around the block. And I’d been around the block a few times. Maybe not with that many people, but I thought I knew what was what.

Until now.

He pulls back for a second, his heavy-lidded eyes drinking me in. “Cave,” he rumbles.

Man, ‘Cave’ sure adds a whole new creepy dimension to ‘Your place or mine?’

I start nodding, breathless. He grabs me and stands, once again carrying me like I’m a fifty pound porcelain princess. I cling to his neck as he crosses the threshold and kicks open one of the furs by the entrance.

He lays me down softly. My entire body starts tingling again, this time with anticipation.

Was I really going to do this? Did I want to, or was I still feeling the effect of whatever N and N made me? And did I care?

No, I don’t care
, I realize. I want him so bad it’s made me crazy.

He pushes me onto my back, splaying me across the furs. The soft fur curls against my body. I lean back, my head sinking into what feels like pure silk as his rough hands glide down the sides of my body forcefully, as if imprinting me. I cry out as he moves closer to my legs, making a low sound in his throat.

“I can smell your desire for me.”

Normally, such a comment would gross me out. But as his dark, imposing form looks down on me, the embodiment of raw masculinity, I can’t say anything.

Yes, I want him. And yes, it doesn’t surprise me that a man in such a beautiful, primal state would know this by…smelling my desire.

A low note comes from his throat as he pushes apart my legs. For a second, cold air brushes against my pussy. Then, it’s replaced by his warm breath and his even warmer tongue.

I clutch the fur as he presses an intimate, hungry kiss to my core. At the same time, he runs his hands from my ass, down the backs of my legs, to my knees. Then, he pushes my legs forward and pulls me tighter.

His teeth graze my clit. I cry out, grabbing his head and pulling on his hair, pushing him deeper into me. He answers with an approving growl, pushing his tongue deeper, spurred on by this roughness.

This is not a man who wants a passive lover. He wants to take me again and again and be taken in return. He not only can take me pulling his hair and thrusting my cunt into his face, he
loves
it. He wants all of it—
all of me
. No, he
demands
it.

My toes curl into his broad, massive shoulders as his tongue laps against my clit, dark eyes staring up at me between my legs with such intensity that I shiver and shudder anew. My pussy brushes against his stubble. The rough sensation just makes it hotter, makes me want it rougher.

He says something, but my legs muffle his voice and I can’t hear it over my moans. Still, the low note makes my clit vibrate. I arch my pelvis up one last time. He grips my ass harder, eyes blazing with a passion so hot that I’m overtaken by his power.

As I let go, he catches me.

As I break apart, he holds me together.

And when hot, incandescent ecstasy consumes me, it consumes him too.

I’ve never come like this before. Ever. Not on my own, and certainly not with Charlie. In fact, I’ve never experienced anything like this before. It is earth shattering. When I finally open my eyes, I’m amazed that every crystal in the cave hasn’t shattered because that sure as shit felt like the second coming.

Panting, I look at the isolationist sex god. What do you say after a man gives you the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your life?

“Fuck,” I croak out. (Well, that may not be what you say, but it’s all I have the strength to say. I still haven’t quite come back down to earth.)

“You’re a greedy mate,” he whispers with triumph. “I like that.”

I shiver. Everywhere.

He moves up my body, his hands on either side, crouched over me, as if he’s been stalking me for days and has just now caught me. “I’m greedy too,” he says, eyes burning so hot it looks like they’re freaking glowing red.

I feel like I should contribute to this conversation, but all I can do is once again croak, “Fuck.”

His hands run down my legs until he grabs my ankles. His thumbs push into the sensitive skin just below my ankle bone, fingers splaying over the top of my foot. Gently, he pushes my legs to either side so he can see all of me.

“I’ve never seen anything like you before,” he whispers, gripping my hips tighter. “Every part of you…like you were made for me.”

Well, he looks like he was made for me too. (Actually, a body that fine was made for
every
woman, but for the moment I didn’t mind dreaming that it was made just for me. I seriously lucked out by being the first woman he’s seen in god knows how long!)

He lets go of my ankles and grips my hips, his thumbs slipping under the bone, his strong, powerful thighs sliding in between mine.

Oh man, was he going to do me now? Could I even fuck him after such an earth-shattering orgasm?

Maybe not, but I want to find out!

He pushes a finger into my cunt. “Tight. Perfect. Mine.”

I moan. Even his finger feels huge. I gasp as he pulls out of me.

He leans closer, his shadow falling over me like a veil. I tremble with anticipation as the head of his cock slides over my slit, hot and smooth.

I look down.

Oh mother of all things holy, what the hell is that because it’s way too big to be a penis!
I shut my eyes because my mortal brain can’t comprehend that much magnificence.

“Rainbow…” he whispers, repositioning himself. I cry out, cunt tightening instinctively, as he inches it in, slowly.

“Look at me,” he demands.

I raise my eyes, meeting his gaze as one of his hands grips my hip, holding it on place. With his other hand, he pins both of my hands above my head. He drives into me, in one smooth motion. My fingers curl like claws. He grits his jaw as my fingernails bite into his hand.

He shuts his eyes. “Rainbow,” he whispers.

I’ve never heard my name said that way before. The softness in his tone is so at odds with his rough, rugged exterior.

And then he starts to move.

Sensations overtake me, the smoothness of his pecks over my stomach, the power in his legs, his rough, strong hands pinning me down and pushing me towards a dangerously pure ecstasy. I feel like I’m seeing everything in color for the first time.

I hook my ankles over his hard ass, pushing him deeper into me. He growls with appreciation and continues thrust into me. His thumbs run down my cheeks as he claims my mouth, his tongue penetrating my depths, coaxing out another moan. He lowers his head and nips my neck and swirls his tongue around the sensitive area right beneath my ear. His rough hands cup my breasts, my hips, my ass, making appreciative sounds that make me feel sexier than any appreciative words a man could say to me.

“More,” I beg, meeting him thrust for thrust.

He lets go of my wrists, encasing me with his strong hands so he can fuck me faster, harder, rougher. He wields his long cock with as much expertise as he wielded his sword, ruthlessly plunging it into me as he brings us both closer to that release we’re dying for.

Now that my hands are free, I dig my fingernails into the powerful, large muscles in his back. He growls with appreciation. He sure wasn’t kidding when he said he liked it when I was greedy! I bite his shoulder, doing wild things with my hands and mouth I’d never even dreamed of doing before. It’s animistic. Primal. Consuming.

I can’t hold on anymore. Once again, I let go.

My soul shatters into a world of light and darkness. The pleasure is so intense it’s almost painful, because it makes me more aware of every second, every breath, every exquisite sensation. Only his touch grounds me—only his words keep me sane.

“Rainbow,” he whispers in my ear, pushing deep inside me and finding his own release.

He’s careful to keep his elbows planted on the furs so he doesn’t crush me. He looks down at me, his expression one of reverence as I pant and gasp and probably make the ugliest face in the entire world.

And do you know what? My body feels so damn good I don’t even care, because I just got the Best. Birthday. Present. Ever.

That was the kind of sex that makes you forget you’d ever been with anyone else. The kind that makes you think it would be impossible to ever be with anyone else. I mean…
oh my god what the hell HOW AM I EVEN STILL ALIVE?!?

I moan as he slowly slides out of me.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

Um…what? We
just
ate. “No.”

He frowns before turning his back to me, stalking out of the cave.

I scramble up, grabbing my shirt before running after him. “Hey—hey! Where are you going?” I wasn’t exactly expecting flowers or promises of everlasting love, but we’d finished less than a few minutes ago! Most guys at least mutter thanks before getting up and yanking on their pants!

He stops, peering out into the night with cold eyes as if searching for potential threats. “I left the dragon head. I must go get it.”

Oh…the dragon head. I guess in this caveman world dragon heads are the equivalent of roses? I’m kind of touched. Mostly disgusted, but definitely touched. “Oh, that’s okay. I mean, I don’t have a place to put it.”

He frowns. “You’re upset.”

“No, it’s nothing,” I gulp.

He closes his eyes, inhaling slowly. “You want relief again, don’t you?”

Yes, but god damn! Does he have to say it like that?
And what the hell is up with that nose of his?
“Hey—”

His eyes open, and when they do, they seem to shine red. “I want you too. Again. Right now.”

Holy shit!
If my shirt was on, I’d totally woulda ripped it off!

He frowns. “But you’re sore. When you’re better, I’ll take you again.”

Oh god. I want to go now so bad, but he’s right. Sex with him is pretty damn intense. Maybe we should wait for me to recover.

His eyes soften. “Don’t worry. I’d never hurt you,” he whispers. “I will protect you always. From anything.”

I believe him. I don’t know why, but I do. Sighing as I realize sexy time is over, I yank my shirt over my head.

He stops my arm. “Don’t.”

I frown. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t cover yourself up. I want to see you.”

I laugh. “Why? Do you want me to be naked all the time?”

“Why not?”

My eyes go wide.
Did he just say that?

“Your body’s too beautiful to cover up.”

Oh man, that compliment made me tingle all over in the best way possible. If only the dude actually didn’t want me to ever wear clothes again!

He thumps his fist to his chest and vows, “Rainbow. I will provide you with food and shelter. I will protect you from wild beasts. And whenever you have need, I will relieve it.”

Um…what? Did this guy
honestly
expect me to be content getting hand-fed meat, receiving dragon heads, getting mind-blowing orgasms, and lounging in this cave all naked for the rest of my life?

The look on his face tells me everything I need to know: Yes, he
did
expect me to be happy with all that.

Oh dear. “Look, you’re amazing. And parts of you are…even more than amazing. But I’m not going to spend my life in a cave.”

His expression falls.

Oh lordie. I am actually going to have to explain to him why I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in a cave
. “I’m not trying to be mean! You’ve done…the best you could with this place! It’s really nice for a cave!”
Well, if you’re a fan of decorating with dragon skulls. Come to think of it, this cave was super creepy…I can’t believe I just had the best sex of my life in here.

He looks at his hands, crestfallen. “You aren’t happy here, are you?”

“Look, this isn’t my world, and I don’t think it’s yours either. I am going to find a way back home, and normally I wouldn’t say this to someone I just met, but I think you should come with me. Not that you have to stay with me or anything, or even that I’m expecting that, but I think you’d like…not being in a cave all the time, you know?”