Page 16 of Alpha Wolf’s Arranged Bride (Rose Hollow Wolves #1)

The second our lips touch, I know I can’t let him go. I’m tired—tired of staying on guard, trying to pretend I’m okay. Tired of hiding. But most of all, I’m tired of holding back my attraction for James.

Rex. Whatever.

It doesn’t even matter anymore. I don’t care!

Rex runs his hands down my arms, and I press my body up against his, hungrily going after his mouth with my lips and tongue.

I feel his hands slide down my hips and around to grab my ass.

I can tell by the urgency of his touch that this is escalating fast, and I grind my hips into him to show him I’m here for it.

He pulls back slightly and takes a breath, but I yank his face back down to mine and press our lips together again. I don’t want him to ruin this moment by saying anything—even if it’s something I want to hear.

Even a great torrent of pure truth would ruin this moment, and all I want is this. All I’ve ever wanted is to return to this moment, when we were in each other’s arms and nothing else mattered.

Rex groans softly as I grip his waist and rub up against him, grazing my fingers against his sides as I pull his shirt up. He breaks away from me to rip the t-shirt over his head, then yanks me back up against his body so hard that my feet come off the ground.

Using the momentum, I brace myself on his shoulders, slamming our mouths back together so hard, it hurts. I lash my tongue against his as I hook my knees around his waist and wrap my body around his as hard as I can.

Rex runs his hands up my thighs, pushing my nightgown up towards my hips. Soft moans burst out of my mouth as heat floods through my body, rushing to my inner thighs and into that aching spot deep inside me that begs for his cock.

I never let myself get aroused… I didn’t dare think about him because I knew if I did, I would never stop yearning, and my heart would not survive it.

Gripping the back of his neck, I kiss him even more deeply, writhing in his arms. I feel Rex go down on his knees, then lift me, gently putting me on the ground on my back.

Before I can react, Rex runs his hands up my thighs, shoving my nightgown up to my waist as he lowers his mouth to my pussy. With a long, gentle stroke, he teases across the outer lips with the tip of his tongue.

A scream gets caught in my throat, coming out as a soft gasp.

Rex makes a sound of satisfaction as he laps deeper, flicking the tip of his tongue against my clit.

I thrash against the ground as the soft, slow attention of his tongue sends electric shivers through my whole body, and the ache inside me throbs to the beat of my heart.

I’m writhing on the ground, gasping for air and unable to take a second more, when Rex slides his tongue between the outer lips and laps deep into my pussy, making my entire body spasm.

A powerful climax pulses through me, beginning deep inside but cresting through me until I can feel the tingles all the way to the tips of my fingers.

While the pleasure is still rolling through me, Rex grabs my thighs firmly, pinning me to the ground. He growls softly as he lashes his tongue back up to my clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, then his lips.

My hands come up to cover my face as I shake my head back and forth, trapped between Rex’s grip and the soft, sweet-smelling grass. My senses sharpen as the pleasure builds, and I’m close to another climax when Rex slows down, teasing my clit with gentle, soft kisses.

I can barely breathe as the heat inside me builds, a searing, white-hot ache that feels too much like pain.

The pressure builds, my body at Rex’s whim as he teases my clit with lips and tongue.

Just when I feel I can’t take another second, Rex runs his tongue down my pussy, teasing the lips with his mouth as he plunges his tongue deep inside, groaning as he laps up the sweet juice.

A scream bursts out of my mouth, and I cover my face with my hands again as I thrash back and forth on the ground. Rex’s hands tighten on my thighs as he holds me still, eating me out even more deeply as I come all over his face.

The orgasm leaves me senseless, shivers of pleasure rushing through me, making me tremble as Rex lets go of my thighs and crawls up my body. He smiles, and I smile back, feeling all of our secrets and lies threatening to break through this perfect moment.

No .

I wrap myself around him, pulling him closer so I can kiss him. The sensation blasts all thoughts out of my head, and the ache between my legs intensifies, my body begging for his.

I am sick and tired of always doing the “right” thing. I can’t resist anymore—I need this!

Rex kisses me, bracing himself against the ground as he pulls his pants down, and I wrap my legs around his bare hips. I can feel his cock rubbing against my slick, aching pussy, and I grind against him, teasing myself with the pressure.

He holds himself back, and I stop to look into his eyes. I can see doubts hidden there, maybe even fear, but I won’t let any of that get in the way of this absolution.

Just let us have this. If we never find happiness, then just let me have this release, this wonderful moment, before our secrets completely tear us apart.

As if he can hear my thoughts, Rex reaches down with one hand and rubs the slick folds of my pussy, teasing my clit and sliding his fingers inside me.

When I start to gasp and grab his shoulders, grinding for more pressure, his hand slips away, and then I feel his hard, throbbing cock pressing against me.

“Yes!” I gasp, my voice catching in my throat. “Oh my fucking God, yes!”

Rex grabs my waist and thrusts into me, slamming his cock all the way in with one hard stroke.

I throw my head back as I link my hands at his lower back and open my thighs, feeling the force of his thrust through my entire body.

For a few seconds, Rex stays still, his head bowed, feeling my deepest inner muscles gripping his cock.

When he looks up at me, a smile spreads across my face as a warm glow floods my chest.

My heart is happy. This isn’t just sex. It’s surrender.

In the very pale glow from the moon and stars, Rex is covered in shadows. It makes his eyes and hair appear dark, just like they are in my memory. I know it’s an illusion, but it takes me back to that night when I was happier than I’d ever been.

Rex’s arms go around my waist, and he pulls us even closer together. I keep one hand wrapped around him while my other hand gently strokes his cheek. He looks into my eyes for a long moment before bending down to kiss me again.

As the kiss deepens, I wrap my thighs around Rex’s hips and start to writhe against him, feeling his cock thickening inside me as my inner muscles spasm and clench around him. Rex groans, trying to keep his lips against mine as he starts to thrust.

With a fierce growl, Rex grabs my shoulders, leaning back so he can thrust into me harder and faster.

I keep my knees pressed against his sides, clinging to his forearms as he pounds into me.

I stare into Rex’s eyes, and he doesn’t look away, keeping the contact even as his movements become erratic.

Just when the moment becomes too intense and I have to look away, Rex falls on top of me, curling his arms around my back and almost crushing me against his chest. I throw my head back, opening my thighs and thrusting against him as hard as I can.

A massive orgasm crashes through me, exploding through my core and rippling through me, leaving me gasping, clinging to Rex as he shudders under the force of his own climax.

For just a moment, everything is perfect. Rex’s heart beats in time with mine, and the soft rush of his breath on my cheek matches my own. Both our bodies throb with shared pleasure, and the connection between us—physical and spiritual—is impossible to deny.

When Rex moves, slowly slipping out from between my thighs and lying beside me, I try to keep reality at bay, but it’s too late.

Already, my mind is racing ahead, thinking about tomorrow, and the next day, and the weeks to come.

And how through all of it, I’ll still have to carry all my secrets and lies.

Rex puts an arm around me, and I try to relax into the moment, but the afterglow has vanished, leaving only a cold chill in its wake. My need for the comfort of Rex’s body clashes horribly with my lack of trust, and I push his arms away, getting up to run into the house.

I have to check on Jarrod! I was completely out of it for a while there. Anything could have happened!

I rush up the stairs as quickly as I can without making too much noise and hurry to Jarrod’s room. When I push the door open gently and peek inside, I see him peacefully asleep, his sweet little face tucked against the pillow and his golden hair swept across his forehead.

I step back out of the room, trying to still my beating heart.

Jarrod is safe. That should be the only thing that matters.

I walk up the hall, my arms loosely wrapped around myself.

It’s all coming out now, whether I like it or not. I didn’t outright tell Rex that he’s Jarrod’s father, but surely he knows?

By the time I get back to the bedroom, I’m shivering, even though it’s a mild night. I had too much to mentally process before I threw myself into Rex’s arms. Now it feels like my body is going into a full-system shutdown.

I can’t believe I did this. I don’t trust Rex, and the more I find out about him, the less I actually know.

As I get into bed and pull the covers around myself, I hear Rex coming up the stairs. I wrap myself up in blankets, praying that he won’t try to talk to me.

I can’t take it, not right now. I’ll just end up screaming, or crying, or both, and I’ll come out of it even more frustrated and confused.

To my relief, Rex gets into bed and doesn’t say anything. For a brief moment, I almost turn over and let him wrap me in his arms, but the pain flooding into my chest stops me.

I have no idea who he really is.

The thought haunts me, teasing the edges of my brain into paranoid, fearful thoughts. I expect that my inner conflicts will keep me awake all night, but my exertions earlier this evening win out, and a dark, dreamless sleep claims me.