Alphas on the Prowl (24 page)

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The door swung open to reveal a classic Victorian bedroom. There was a brick fireplace, a wide plank wood floor, gauzy curtains, and even a four poster bed with a canopy and a sheepskin rug at its foot. A small bank of windows with a window seat overlooked the moonlit gardens behind the mansion.

It looked to Mac more like a room for a little girl than an adult assistant.

The Lloyd-Thayers had never had children. That meant this must have been Helen’s room when she was a child. Or maybe it was one of her sisters’ rooms.

Except that none of this stuff was antique. It all looked new, and it felt like something that came from one of the hip stores in King of Prussia.

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Ava whispered.

Mac nodded.

“Dr. Thayer wanted me to have a pleasant place to stay when I was here. She and Brad got all this stuff.” She smiled indulgently. “I guess it’s a little babyish.”

Maybe Dr. Thayer had wanted a daughter, and Ava was the closest she was likely to come to having one.

His body was racked with excitement to be with Ava Gray this close to a bed. But recognizing how Dr. Thayer felt about her gave him pause.

“What are you thinking about?” Ava asked, moving closer to him, and touching his arm with concern.

He closed his eyes and tried to count to ten in his head instead of noticing the reaction his body had to her touch.

“Are you okay?” She cupped his cheek in her palm, running her thumb across his forehead.

He could smell her peachiness and hear her heart throb. Her hand was so soft. And her breasts were already skimming his chest. Sweet heaven, could her nipples be stiff enough for him to feel it through that gown?

He opened his eyes. She was gazing at him intently.

“I wish I knew what was happening in this town,” she whispered, almost to herself. “Everything is worse, except you. You seem…taller, or smarter or something. And so strong…”

She ran her hands up and down his biceps, licking her lips unconsciously as she stroked his muscles.

It was too much. He had to claim her.

Mac took her face in his hands and kissed her, hard.

She stilled, then relaxed into his hold.

The feel of her softness excited Mac terribly. He thumbed her jaw, opening her mouth to plunge his tongue against hers.

Ava tasted as peachy as she smelled. Her tongue slid against his in a way that made him want to feel it other places, too.

She snuggled her body up against him, as if seeking his heat and his protection.

Mac’s wolf roared in his chest, demanding satisfaction. This girl was the one. She was going to make him whole again.

Already, her clever fingers tugged at his chest, freeing buttons and pushing both shirt and costume duster over his shoulders and onto the floor behind him.

Her hands were so small and so soft where they brushed his skin. It was almost hypnotic.

She knelt gracefully, slipping his belt out of his jeans before he could stop her. She slid his jeans down around his ankles, and waited for him to step out of them.

He did, and for one terrible instant, Mac realized that she might discover the keys in his pocket.

But she simply shoved the jeans aside and looked up at him longingly.

His whole body stood at attention already, but the sight of Ava on her knees had him raving.

She placed those magical hands on his abs, then eased them down, down to where his boxer briefs tented over his rigid cock.

He closed his eyes, trying to calm the wolf inside him that threatened to grab her hair and take what it wanted.

Her fingers slid under the waistband and then the cool air of the room swirled on his taut skin.

He opened his eyes and looked down at her. She smiled up at him tremulously, somehow more wanton in the high necked velvet dress than she would have been naked.

Without blinking, she leaned forward and placed her full lips against the tip of his penis.

Her pink tongue darted out to taste the drop of pre-cum that already gleamed there.

The pleasure was so acute, it was almost agony.

Mac let his head fall back and groaned loudly as the warm, wet satin of her mouth enveloped him. She moved slowly, but her tongue swirled and flicked.

Too soon, he had to pull away.

She whimpered a little, but he pulled her to her feet and kissed her again, fumbling with the back of her dress to see how it came off.

He sighed at the feel of the hundred tiny buttons going all the way down to her waist.

“It’s just a costume,” she whispered happily, pulling out of his arms and turning her back to him to reveal the velcro at the top of her collar.

The sight of her presenting herself to him, back arched and round bottom tilted toward him made him delirious with lust.

Mac wrenched the velcro open and pushed the dress down around her ankles.

Ava turned back to him to reveal a frilly black thong, a sweet round belly, and a lacy bra that strained under the weight of her glorious breasts.

Mac felt himself begin to pant.

Ava had a look on her face that told him she was shy about her abundance.

“You’re beautiful,” he told her in a rough voice.

She laughed nervously and looked down.

Again, the submissive gesture provoked his wolf.

“Go lie down,” he told her through gritted teeth.

Her eyes widened, but she obeyed immediately.

Mac tried not to let his jaw drop at the sight of her curves in motion.

She crawled onto the bed and turned to face him, leaning back on her elbows. She was sucking in her belly, he could tell.

“Exquisite girl,” he allowed part of his inner monologue to come out of his mouth to reassure her.

The corners of her mouth turned up and a dimple appeared on her left cheek. He saw her rib cage relax a bit, allowing that sweet round belly to reappear.

Carefully, he crawled onto the bed on top of her.

She was so warm, so willing. It was hard to control himself.

He reached out and swept a lock of her dark hair over her shoulder. It was so soft. Everything about her was soft and sweet.

She turned her head to brush his hand with her lips.

Mac felt that gentle friction all over his body. He growled, and lowered himself to nuzzle her neck.

Ava arched up into his mouth and he found himself biting and sucking at her neck and collar bone.

He could feel the lace of her bra prickling against his chest, and he moved lower, trying to pace himself and prolong the moment of finally ravishing those incredible breasts.

Ava wiggled beneath him, as if to show him she couldn’t wait for his touch.

Mac tightened his jaw, and slowly peeled down one lacy cup to reveal a large brown areola.

Ava cried out as Mac circled it tenderly with his tongue.

Her nipple tightened, and he bit it gently, so gently.

Ava bucked her hips beneath him, pressing her warm thighs into his pulsating cock.

For a moment he was afraid he might come apart at the seams. He held his breath, praying for strength.

Somehow, he managed to keep his control and pulled down the second cup to lavish Ava’s other breast with the same teasing attention he had given the first.

Ava tossed beneath him, begging him with her body to give her more.

He raised his mouth to kiss her, crushing himself against her now naked chest.

Ava lifted her hips to him again, and he could no longer resist her plea.

He lowered himself, nuzzling and biting at her breasts on the way down, past her belly button, which he tickled with his five o’clock shadow, all the way to the narrow strip of lace that covered the last of her secrets.

Ava whimpered at the feel of his breath through the lace.

Her scent was like a tapestry, sweet peachiness, with low notes of musk and salt water.

Mac tugged the lace down around her ankles.

Turning back, he couldn’t help pausing to take her in.

Ava lay back, her hair spread beneath her in a velvet curtain. Her full lips were parted, and she stared up at him, with longing and wonder in her eyes. Her beautiful breasts were quivering with each breath she took. His eyes trailed down her soft belly to the silken curls that led to paradise.

Her thighs were pressed together. Mac pushed them apart. The heat and the scent of the desire pouring off her had his wolf howling.

Before she could stop him, he thrust his face into the fount of her luscious fragrance.

She cried out and bucked her hips.

But Mac was already lost in her. His hands clamped down automatically on her hips, stilling her, so that he could stroke and soothe the tender, swollen, satiny wet flesh between her legs.

Ava stilled, and Mac felt her hands in his hair, tentative at first. But when he found her tiny bud and worked it with his tongue, she gasped, tugging and pulling at his hair with abandon.

Again, the wolf growled its approval. He was so close, his cock ready to burst at the contact with her breasts and vagina. He wasn’t sure he could make it until she climaxed.

With a wild determination, he leaned an arm across her navel to still her quaking hips. He pressed a finger of his other hand against her slick opening. She was so ready for him. It took almost no effort to push inside her.

He kept his finger still for a moment. Ava panted and he could feel her adjust, and then tighten.

Soon, she fought against his weight, seeking the friction she needed to be satisfied.

Mac smiled indulgently, and gave her what she wanted.

As soon as his finger began to move Ava sighed with pleasure.

Her clitoris swelled on his tongue. He lapped at it attentively, teasing and encouraging her wickedly, until the poor little pearl was stiff and pulsing.

Ava was making anguished cries now. He wished she would beg. But her body was begging. It was enough.

He carefully licked the quivering bud into his mouth and suckled on it, while plunging his finger inside her.

Ava moaned loudly, and he felt her convulse around his finger, milking and squeezing it in a way that made him desperate to get another part of himself inside.

He did his best to be patient as she finished.

At last, she opened her eyes and smiled at him breathlessly.

“Hang on,” he said, hopping up to reach for his pants. He always kept a condom in his wallet.

“No!” she protested quickly. “I’m on the pill. And… I just want to feel you inside me,” she admitted, looking down modestly.

Mac was so ramped up he was relieved to skip a step. He fell on top of her, burying his face in her breasts.

Ava made small sounds of encouragement, and lifted her hips to his.

With the last of his control, Mac leaned up on his elbows and pushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Do you want this?” he asked, through gritted teeth.

“Yes, please,” she replied simply.

He was only too glad to oblige her.

Slowly, so that he could remember it, he pressed against her, while looking into her eyes.

She was silky wet, but tight enough that it was still difficult to enter.

Trembling with the effort of pacing himself, Mac used gentle pressure to ease his engorged cock into her, an inch at a time.

At last he was buried deep inside Ava. Her breasts pressed tight against his chest, her dark eyes shining into his.

As slowly as he could, Mac pulled himself back, then rammed into her again.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted.

He gave her another fierce thrust, and another.

Ava squeezed her eyes shut and he felt her lock down on him.

Oh god, the hot, wet tightness of her. It was unbearable. She was exquisite. He was frantic to fill her with his seed.

He drove into her again and again.

Ava met his thrusts, and began to whimper.

Quickly, he slipped a hand between them and found her distended clitoris again. Rolling it gently between his thumb and forefinger, he drove into her again and she clamped down ecstatically on his cock, crying out his name.

It was too much. Mac could practically see stars.

He pulled her head to the side, and bit down on her neck with restrained ardor, as he felt himself swell inhumanly and then jet into her again and again.

The pleasure was a living thing, squeezing and pushing at him. Mac was transported by it, forgetting who and what he was, and who was beneath him. He heard a harsh sound filling the air.

Moments later the world reappeared. He recognized the sound as his own wild growls.

Ava was soft beneath him. She was stroking his back lightly, as if to appease and soothe him. As if he were waking from a nightmare.