Her Forbidden Alpha (11 page)

“That feels good.” Her voice sounded a little breathless.

“I’ll remember that.” He wanted to know everything that made her feel good, that made her squirm and want him. And he didn’t know if it would be more fun to discover each touch and lick that turned her on or to know them and play her like an instrument, one orgasm after another.

He rubbed his nail over her nipple again, enjoying the way she moved closer to him, pushing her breast against his hand.

Aislinn took a deep breath and tightened her jaw. Then she rubbed his chest. “I love your muscles.”

All those hours in the gym were so totally worth it when he saw the way her eyes dilated.

“You’re so hard, so strong.” Her hands moved over his chest and shoulders then down his arms before landing on his stomach and slowly, so slowly, moving toward the buckle of his belt.

“You’re going to kill me.” He didn’t realize he’d said it out loud until she laughed.

“You’ll live.”

“You could be a little more sympathetic.” He just barely resisted grabbing her hand and pressing it against his cock.

She didn’t say anything but the look on her face responded for her. No sympathy from his little mate.

Two could play that game.

First, he needed to get them naked. He quickly found the zipper at the back of her skirt. The fabric slipped down her legs to pool at her knees. Her bikini panties matched her pretty pink bra, all the way to the little white bow at the front. Everything else was skin. Her feet had been bare when he’d arrived...no stockings, no shoes. Now all he had to contend with was her innocently sexy lingerie and the skirt tangled around her legs.

He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples a few times before sliding his hands behind her back to unclasp her bra. It took him a few seconds, but he managed to get it undone, the cups suddenly loosening as the straps slid down her shoulders. He held his breath as he drew the straps down her arms and peeled the bra off her completely.

Beautiful. His cock hardened even further as he gazed at her full breasts, the nipples tight little buds just begging for his mouth. He cupped her breasts, weighing them in his hands before brushing his thumbs over the nipples. As he leaned toward her, he slid his hands around her back, pulling her into him.

Aislinn threaded her hand through the hair on the back of his head and arched her back, offering herself to him while at the same time holding him in place. They both moaned as he closed his mouth over her nipple, sucking it, licking it, and ever-so-gently biting it.

Darius’ fangs slid partway out, the urge to bite down and give her the mating mark on her perfect pale breast almost overwhelming. He wouldn’t, though. He wanted his mark right at the crook of her shoulder and throat, where everyone could see it and know she was his.

He took two slow breaths to calm down a little and forced his fangs to retract. Then he continued giving her nipples the loving they so deserved.

Aislinn ran her hands over his shoulders and head, rubbing and squeezing, her breathing ragged. His mouth still on her nipples, Darius slid both hands down her back and under the band of her undies to cup her curvy rear. She immediately made a sound almost like a squeal and writhed her hips, which only served to put him in a better position to slide one hand between her thighs to her very wet pussy.

Now he was the one who moaned. “Aislinn.” He pushed one finger into her channel, glorying at its heat and tightness. He growled deep in his throat, lifting his head to look her in the eye. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Her cheeks reddened. “Me too.”

Darius nearly ripped her panties off and sunk deep into her at her admission, but he still wanted this to be perfect. Perfect
for her.
So he withdrew from her pussy and pushed her panties down her thighs. Then he laid her back on the faux bear rug and pulled her panties and skirt the rest of the way off her legs.

He tore at his own clothes and had them off in thirty seconds flat–weapons and all. By the time he finished, Aislinn laughed, her eyes dancing at him.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re in such a hurry. I would have enjoyed more of a strip tease.”

Darius lay down beside her. “Maybe next time.” Or never. He couldn’t imagine a time when he wouldn’t be hungry to get naked with her–too hungry to linger over it.

As he ran his hand over her body, not kissing her, just watching every inch he touched, her skin flushed pink. She leaned closer to lay kisses against his biceps and chest and shoulder until he pushed her back to lay flat. “Wait.” His voice sounded husky. “I want to see you first.”

Aislinn wriggled her hips. “I don’t want to wait. I want you.” She reached up and pulled his head down for a kiss.

***

What had started out as a seduction had become so much more. Aislinn could barely remember her goal of leaving; she could think of nothing but Darius. Kissing him, holding him–she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so completely safe, so loved.

And there was the problem, of course. How could she knowingly hurt a man like Darius? He wasn’t some ruthless captor. She genuinely liked him. But when she left him, she’d hurt him deeply.

She wanted to stay.

But she couldn’t. Too many people would die. If she left, she had the chance of stopping this war before it got started.

Darius broke their kiss, changing it into a series of small nips and pecks. His hand gripped her hip and pinned her to the floor. “Now stop, little minx. I want to see you.” He reared up on his elbow and gazed at her, starting at her face and moving slowly down her body. It almost felt like he touched her as he went along, yet his hand stayed firm on her hip, holding her in place.

Aislinn shivered.

“Cold?”

“No.” Her voice sounded almost raspy. “I just don’t think anyone’s ever examined me so closely.”

His thumb traced circles on her abdomen. “You’re beautiful. Stunning. I think I could look at you my entire life and never get tired of it.”

Her face and neck grew warm. “I’m not.” Yet she liked hearing it, even if she couldn’t believe it was true.

“That’s not for you to say. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, remember? It’s my opinion that matters here.” He leaned forward until his lips just barely brushed hers. “And I can’t get enough.”

The kiss started out soft and gentle, but quickly catapulted into heat and passion and power. She gripped his shoulder, the only thing that reminded her of who she was and where she was, because all else was melting into Darius, sweet, sweet Darius.

As the kiss deepened further, his weight settled onto her, pushing her into the faux fur. He threaded his hands through her hair, tipping her chin upward to give him easier access, kissing and then nipping at her lips and finally pressing kisses over her face.

Those kisses moved down her throat, across her collarbone and then lower, each one different–one soft, one forceful, one moist, one a lick, one a bite. When his lips landed on her nipple, she couldn’t help but squirm, which just made Darius settle in for more. He sucked it into his mouth, tonguing it and lightly biting it before sucking it a little more.

Aislinn started to thread her fingers through his hair, to hold him closer, when he moved to her other nipple, shifting his weight at the same time and rubbing his abdomen against her mons. She pressed her hips up into him but couldn’t get the right angle to do anything more than frustrate herself further. “Darius.”

He had the gall to laugh. “Just wait, sweetness. You’ll get everything you want.”

It was a lie, of course. She wanted him. Him, the one thing she couldn’t have. Still, it sounded good in the moment.

Darius’ kisses continued to move down her body, across her gently curved stomach to the junction of her thighs. He pushed her legs apart and laid kisses from her knee almost all the way to her pussy then started again with the other leg.

Beyond squirming, Aislinn’s hips lifted on their own, yearning and wanting. She slid her hand down her body but just as she was about to close her fingers over her mound, Darius grabbed her wrist.

“None of that,” he said.

“Don’t tease me.” She tugged on her wrist but he wouldn’t let go.

“I’m not teasing. I’m just getting you warmed up.”

“I passed ‘warm’ a long time ago. I’m well into ‘boiling’ at this point.”

When he grinned, his canines showed in a purely wolfish way. “Good.” He let her go only to place both hands on her knees. His fingers rubbed her thighs, moving gradually closer to her pussy. “I want you just as crazy with lust as I am.”

“Mission accomplished.” Aislinn grabbed his forearm. “Now get on with it.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Get on with it? We’re not running a race, little mate. Let’s enjoy ourselves.”

She might go out of her mind by the time he finally touched her. She tried again to touch herself but again he captured her wrist.

“You don’t give up, do you?” He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed each finger.

“Never.”

“Good. Then just remember to never give up on us.”

A stab of guilt and remorse shot through her. How could she leave him after this? She turned her hand to brush her thumb across his lips as he kissed it.

His other hand had continued to massage her thigh and finally, finally, reached the crease of her leg. He rubbed it with his thumb, edging closer to her mons but still not touching her clit.

If he’d only touch her clit, she’d come right away, she knew she would.

Releasing her wrist, his second hand joined the first in rubbing, rubbing, rubbing while Aislinn moaned. Did she dare try to touch herself again? She knew he wouldn’t let her. But she’d go mad if she didn’t–or he didn’t–touch her soon.

Finally his thumbs slid inward, brushing against her outer lips, close but still not quite where she wanted them. “Darius.” She tried to growl at him, but the results must have been pitiful because he laughed.

“Patience.” One of his thumbs grazed the side of her clit.

Her hips jerked. “Now.” Her growl this time sounded a little more convincing.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he finally, finally lowered his head and closed his mouth over her clit, covering the entire length of it, from the tiny button at the top down into the mouth of her pussy, with his tongue and massaging just a little, just enough so her pussy felt swallowed up, bathed, melted.

Aislinn lifted her hips into him, wanting more, needing more. He continued his sucking, and all of a sudden she hit that pinnacle she’d been reaching for. Her thighs and abdomen tightened as she went over the edge, her pussy pulsing deep inside. She lost a moment of time, wrapped in strands of pleasure, then heard herself gasp, her throat raw, and opened her eyes to see pinprick stars dancing across her vision.

Darius waited until the last shudder had left her body, then with a low growl, he rose over her. His mouth captured hers while his cock probed at her opening, easily sliding inside her until he filled her completely. “Mate,” he murmured against her lips, his voice like gravel. His eyes had turned bright yellow.

Her arms tightened around him. She only had him for tonight. It had to be enough.

He kissed her jaw, then her throat, then her shoulder. “I’m going to mark you.”

“You shouldn’t. If we have to part—”

”We don’t have to part. And it doesn’t matter anyway. I’m yours and you’re mine, whether I mark you or not. The mark just makes it official. The period at the end of the sentence.”

And what would that mean for him when she left? She brushed her fingertips over his cheekbone. “I want you to be able to find someone else.”

“There is no one else.” The bones of his face moved, as though he were changing. “Stop talking about leaving me. I can’t take it.”

“Okay,” she whispered. “I’ll stop.” Gideon had never thought twice about leaving her. Yet Darius had done nothing but stay by her side. And she wanted to be with him as much as he seemed to want to be with her. How could she leave this man?

He thrust into her, once, twice, then over and over, his pelvis rubbing against her sensitive clit. “You’re mine. You’ll stay with me. Say it.”

She couldn’t lie. Instead, she pulled him down to kiss her.

“Say it,” he said against her lips.

She hugged him closer but couldn’t give him what he wanted.

Darius growled but stopped asking. Instead, he sped up, pushing into her harder and faster until she could feel her body responding, thighs tightening, ascending that peak toward another orgasm.

He pulled back far enough to gaze into her eyes. His were still yellow wolf’s eyes. As she watched, he opened his mouth and his canines slowly elongated into sharp fangs.

For a second, she felt a frisson of fear. “Will it hurt?”

“No.” The word sounded garbled.

Darius pressed a kiss to the crook of her neck and shoulder, then pressed his teeth against the same spot. All the while, he continued to slide in and out of her, pushing her closer and closer, higher and higher.

She felt the prick of his teeth a split second before he bit her. A second after that, there was nothing, nothing but blackness and molten lava melting and a tight shuddering shaking pleasure that enveloped her. She had no consciousness of individual body parts, but she knew a force like she’d never known kept her gripped in a never ending orgy of waves and waves of delight.

When she at length opened her eyes, Darius gazed at her, much like he had moments before, but this time his eyes were brown, and his smile revealed human-sized canines. His cock still nestled deep inside her, but she could feel it softening.

“You’re mine,” he said, his voice raw. He ran his finger over the spot where he’d bitten her. “Mine, forever.”

What had she done?

Chapter 11

Aislinn lay beside Darius, fighting the urge to sleep. He hadn’t been kidding about staying up. But finally, his breathing evened into a regular rhythm telling her he’d fallen asleep.

After everything they’d done that night, she felt guilty leaving him, as though she were betraying him. She didn’t know how bad he’d hurt if his mate left him but it must be bad. At the same time, she couldn’t stay. There were too many things stacked against them.