Page 19 of Breaking the Alpha (Serpent’s Tongue Ink #2)

Turning onto her stomach, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and tucked her hands under her head.

She could feel him prowl up alongside and straddle her, sitting back on his haunches as his hands smoothed up her spine, unhooking her bra with practiced ease.

The weight of his cock lay heavy and hot on her tailbone, a reminder of his promise as his thumbs massaged her neck and slowly worked their way down her back.

He increased the pressure, adding the palm of his hands and his fingers until she melted into the mattress with a contented sigh.

She was an absolute puddle by the time River’s skilled hands were done massaging her spine, neck, and arms, leaving her body so relaxed she wasn’t sure she would be able to move without help.

His touch was firm and chaste, his focus on the knots in her shoulders and along the small of her back bringing her to a state of relaxation she hadn’t realized was possible.

One hand slid up to grip her hair as he lowered his head to her ear. “Up on your elbows.”

Obeying, she pushed herself up enough to arch her back, inhaling sharply when he released her hair and brushed it to the side, his lips on the nape of her neck while his hand moved to cup her breast.

“The first time I saw you, I wanted this incredible mane of yours in my fist,” he growled as his fingers alternated between caressing and pinching her nipple.

“Now I want it spread across your pillow while I bury myself inside you.” His hips pressed against her, his length hard and heated against her ass.

“I want my fingers tangled in it when I kiss you.” His tongue and lips were traveling along her shoulders, his teeth grazing her sensitized skin and making her clench her thighs together in an effort to relieve the growing ache in her core.

“I want my hands in it while you’re on your knees taking me into that incredible mouth. ”

As someone who’d used her words and voice for years to bring clients to the peak, she knew the strength the two had together.

But to have River wielding the combination while his strong body lay on her gave her a new appreciation for the power it held.

When paired with the touch of his hand on her breast and the sensation of his lips and tongue on her skin, he was bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

“That mouth,” he groaned, rocking against her and burying his face in her hair.

“You fucking torment me with it.” He gripped her tightly to him for a moment, as though needing to channel the pent-up energy he had into her.

“I want to kiss it. Taste it. Fuck it. And I want to hear your voice while I do it all.” Releasing her, his fingers continued to tease her nipple while she whimpered, her body beginning to tense up.

“I want that mouth on my throat. I want those teeth on my skin.” She grasped at the sheets and dropped her forehead to her pillow, her arms trembling as she fought to hold herself up.

“I want my name on those lips every fucking time you come for me, Angel.”

The first wave of her orgasm crashed over her as she moaned his name, his strong arm wrapping tight around her as her own gave out. She could hear him murmuring in her ear while she rode it out, his erotic growls continuing until she sunk into the mattress with the last of the tremors.

Coming to her senses under his weight, she nudged him off her and rolled onto her back, sliding the tangled bra straps off her arms and tossing the bra aside as she met River’s heated gaze. Licking her lips, she stood up and backed away from the bed, beckoning him to her with one finger.

Without a word, he pushed himself to his feet and stalked toward her, his breath hitching when she ran her hands through her hair and sank to her knees.

*

River clenched his teeth as Angelina’s delicate fingers gripped him and her tongue took its first swipe along his length, his control already precarious. “Angel, honey?” he ground out, inhaling sharply when her tongue swirled the tip. “I—”

All words left him as she took him into her mouth, the combination of hot and wet leaving him gasping in a fruitless attempt to take charge over his libido.

He slid both hands into her hair and she hummed, sending shivers from his cock straight down to his toes.

Channeling all his focus into maintaining a gentle grasp of her locks, he watched her take him in slowly, the mischievous glint in her amber eyes imprinting into his memories while she found her rhythm.

She alternated between sucking and licking, keeping her pace leisurely and holding him in stasis until her ruthless side took over and she took him deep into her throat.

“Holy fuck,” he panted, his knees almost giving out. “Angel. Baby. Jesus. I—”

He could hear himself rambling as she cupped his balls and tugged gently, the sensation involuntarily tightening his grip on her hair.

He released his hold and flexed his hands, groaning when she covered one of his hands with hers and moved it back into place while she continued to work him without mercy.

Every nerve in his body was lit up, his muscles tensing as he grew closer and closer to detonating like a goddamn grenade.

The pressure of her tongue amped up and he squeezed his eyes shut, moaning out a warning.

When her only response was to dig her nails into his ass to keep him where she wanted him, he released with a string of curses and borderline incoherent praises for her and whatever deity had brought her to him.

Forcing his eyes open, he watched as she kept a vice grip on him with her lips until he came down, his breathing labored and heavy as he untangled his fingers from her hair.

She swirled her tongue along his dick one last time and stood, smirking in satisfaction as she shook her hair out. “Wow, do you taste good.”

Any smooth moves he’d had planned were gone in a flash, all finesse forgotten as he hauled her in for a deep kiss before he pushed her onto the bed.

He grabbed the band of those sweet little shorts she was still wearing and yanked them off as he got to his knees and gripped her hips, pulling her to his tongue.

Her long legs draped over his shoulders while he devoured her, bringing her to orgasm with pure animalistic energy and a hefty dose of desperate hunger. It wasn’t until her thighs were quivering against him and her moans had quieted that he slowed enough to savor what he was doing to her.

Her skin was flushed, her back arching off the bed as he held her hips where he wanted her. She had one hand in his hair, the other clawing gently at his bicep while he licked and nipped at her, building her up again to satisfy his own selfish need to feel her come undone on his tongue.

He took his time, slowing his speed and pressure every time she bucked against him, bringing her close to the edge and easing off enough to make her whimper his name.

He was relishing in the taste of her, in the knowledge that every shiver and gasp was caused by him and him alone.

A wave of possessiveness washed over him and he tightened his hold on her hips, a fire beginning to rage in him at the thought of anyone else being blessed with the privilege of eliciting Angelina’s moans of desire.

As though reading his mind, her hand lifted from his bicep and ran through his hair. “Don’t stop, River,” she breathed, her thighs clenching against him as her orgasm began to crest again. “Please don’t stop.”

Every time she spoke his name, his heart pounded a little harder, her voice reaching deeper into him. Unable to deny her pleas, he took her over the edge, reveling in her unrestrained cries as he kissed his way up her body to her lips.

Her amber eyes fluttered open and she wrapped her ankles around him, her graceful fingers skimming along his tattoos. “Top drawer of my nightstand,” she murmured lazily, keeping her hands on him as he reached over and opened it.

The unopened box of condoms appealed to the inner caveman he hadn’t known was there until the moment he tore it open. His vocabulary consisted of little more than grunts as she ripped one open and slid it down his shaft, pumping him with both palms before she grazed her fingers along his jaw.

He slid one hand under her shoulder to anchor himself as he pushed into her, his head dipping into the crook of her neck when she let out a contented sigh.

“How the fuck does this feel so new?” he murmured against her skin without thinking, stilling inside her to savor the sensation.

Despite Winter’s graphic, disturbing, coming-of-age wrap-it-before-you-tap-it talk when he was thirteen, he’d definitely sowed more than his fair share of wild oats throughout Epson, the neighboring counties, and LA.

Sex was never something he had to work for.

Opportunities for a quick roll in the hay were plentiful for a guy like him, and he wasn’t one to squander the chance when it arose.

After the first few fumbling encounters in his youth he’d started building his skills in the sack, and the stories surrounding those skills merely opened more doors—or legs—for him.

But as he thrust into Angelina, her fingers intertwined with his, her kissable lips parted, the scent of her hair engulfing him, he realized that whatever he’d been doing up until now paled in comparison.

Not even their fling in his hotel room could compare.

His whole body trusted her now, his instinctive recoil whenever a woman touched his chest and arms nonexistent under her touch.

He wanted her to explore him, craved her hands on him.

He wanted to wake up next to her tomorrow and feel her warmth against him.

Most of all, he didn’t want to share her.

He didn’t want to bring her into his life where she could be torn apart by his fans.

He didn’t want her smiling for the camera because she happened to accompany him to another monotonous networking event.

He didn’t want to bring her to his childhood house and see her beauty tarnished when mixed with the memories there.

He wanted to stay here. He wanted to stay in her arms. In her life.

In the serenity she surrounded him with.

He wanted to protect her from his demons, but he also wanted to banish hers.

He wanted to take every one of her nightmares and fears and destroy them, wanted to slay her dragons and present their heads to her on a platter.

“River,” she whispered into his ear, ripping him into the moment he wanted to replay in his mind every night until the day he died. “Please.”