Page 14 of Brutal Alpha Beast (Roseville Alphas #2)

Ellis’s hands travel down my waist to my ass, and then he lifts me up.

His lips on mine make time move slow. I barely catch my breath as my heart races, sparking a need that makes me shiver. One that I’ve been pushing down for too long.

I sigh, pressing my head against the wood of the bookshelf as he kisses the side of my neck. He’s tracing his tongue around my nerves, and I let out an involuntary groan that spreads out from deep within my throat.

He holds me a little tighter, pressing me with restrained force.

“I like that sound,” he murmurs into my neck.

My pussy throbs uncontrollably. I look down at his large back muscles working their way around my body as he caresses my skin with his tongue.

He looks so good. The feel of him floods my body with electricity—I feel light as I roll my neck, exposing myself for him to take.

“But what if someone comes in?” I whisper half-heartedly. My mind recognizes that there’s an unlocked door at the end of this building, and anyone can walk in at any second. My body doesn’t care.

“Then I tell them to fuck off.”

I giggle as books tumble around us. He sets me on the edge of one of the ledges and traces his hand up my dress. My thighs shudder beneath his fingers.

For a second, I’m embarrassed for him to see how wet I am. I’m practically seeping through the thin lace panties I’ve got on.

“Wait,” I say breathlessly. His head pauses along my collarbone, and then he looks up at me with desire-ridden eyes.

I bite my lip a little to stop myself from trembling.

“Okay,” I say, breathlessly. “Go on.”

He kisses around my jaw and then back to my lips as his rough hand finds the edge of my panties. He reaches two fingers inside, spreading me apart, and I let out another moan.

“Fuck,” he murmurs into my collarbone. “You’re so wet. You smell so fucking good.”

He’s fucking me with his hand, in and out, as I sink into the bookshelf. Jolts of pleasure hit me each time I tip my head back.

“ Oh my God .”

I wrap my arms tighter around him to keep him close, his lips peppering gentle kisses around my skin.

He’s circling my nub until he pinches it between his fingers.

I’m dripping all over him.

Yes.

The pleasure pulsates around my pussy—I’m close.

He kisses my lips until they’re swollen, and I kiss him back, gyrating my hips toward him. Our mouths intertwine in what feels like a desperate battle.

Then he looks at me, and my heart nearly stops.

“You’re fucking beautiful like this,” he whispers, still rubbing me.

I’m barely holding on; the pleasure is too much.

I kiss him fervently, pouring all my passion onto his lips. And then something switches, a long internal explosion of pleasure. My heart pumps, I squeeze my eyes shut as my orgasm rolls through my pussy onto his hand.

I breath long and slow as time seems to fade away.

Then he sets me down, turns me around, and pulls off my dress. Next, my panties. I’m still coming down, my pussy pulsating, but still burning with arousal.

“Fuck me,” I groan into the wood of the bookshelf.

He squeezes my tits as he kisses the back of my neck. Then I turn my head, and we kiss again, our tongues intertwining with hot, wet desperation.

Then his pants are off, his dick, circling my outer folds. I remember this cock. I remember it from all those years ago.

He presses himself inside me, and I raise my ass for him as I lean against the bookshelf. He’s careful, but I’m soaking, and he slips through with ease.

He grabs the sides of my ass as he thrusts.

My mouth opens.

I feel the edge of his dick press against my back walls.

“Ellis,” I whisper.

As he fucks me, he slaps my ass—hard. “Say it louder.”

“Ellis!” I shout.

He pumps in and out of me more quickly, the pleasure spreading from inside my pussy, up around my shoulders and arms in a way that’s uncontrollable.

I feel my second orgasm rising.

He slaps my ass again.

“Oh baby,” he moans.

His voice, so low and hoarse, is enough to send me over the edge again. I squeeze my eyes shut, open my mouth wider, and let my orgasm roll through me. This time, it’s more intense.

Internal, it involves every inch of my body.

As I pulsate across his dick, Ellis fucks me harder, then he shudders as he loses control.

His hot cum soaks my insides as my body rides a circling wave of pleasure that eventually settles into a soft, calm, humming sensation.

I’ve missed this all, I think. I’ve missed you .

Ellis is leaning over me from behind, his head hanging over my shoulder, as his lips graze my skin.

I’m holding onto the bookshelf, and he’s holding onto me. He’s still inside.

It feels good to be connected like this, and so neither of us moves.

But we breathe in unison, slowly trying to come down from what we experienced. Somehow, now, things are just as intense.

I feel intense waves of emotions pass through me that rock me to my core.

First, there’s happiness, streams of euphoria that tingle my skin. There’s a deep satisfaction that rocks through me, a pleasurable connectedness that I hadn’t been aware I needed so much.

Everything makes sense. Everything feels right.

Slowly, Ellis pulls himself out of me, and instinctively, without thinking, without even looking at each other—we hug.

The sex was mind-blowing, so frantically good that I thought I was going to spin out of control. But now, this feeling is almost more intense.

I rest my head into his chest, and his arms tighten around me. My heart pulses, and everything in my body feels good—as though I’m taking a warm bath, as though I’ve finally returned home.

Then, another sensation worms its way into my chest—just as strong. It’s guilt, loss, pain. It’s not sharp or physical. Rather, it’s emotional—I feel it behind my eyes, in my chest. This pain turns to sadness, and I want to cry.

It’s obvious where the sadness comes from.

Mine and Ellis’ past, the history I’ve been trying so hard to forget. The ten years that we’ve spent apart, all that time lost.

I hang onto him more tightly, anchoring myself in his presence, and he holds me firmly in response.

I hear his heart beating, and I try to anchor onto that too.

Despite the pain and the sadness, I don’t want to pull away. My body understands that it’s something I have to go through, and I want to go through it with him.

I nestle into him, and he kisses the top of my head.

The pain slowly begins to lift. It transforms into something that’s calmer, more neutral.

And then, suddenly, I feel a zap; it’s unmistakable what that zap is—I feel it trail through my body, beneath my skin, in my veins.

It’s my magic.

Its energy is strong. It’s doing something that I don’t have control over, and I’m immediately pulled from my sleepy daze.

I open my eyes and notice that his chest is covered in a very light blue glow. It’s sparkling, my magic.

My first thought is that he’s going to hate this. He’ll be put off.

I pull out a little and check my own body. I see that I’m also covered in this glow. It’s beautiful and faint tracing around my arms.

Still, I try to will it to go.

What are you?

Sometimes, when I ask my magic such questions purely with my mind, it’ll respond. But nothing. Nothing calls to me. I don’t hear any whispers, no clues about what I can do to make it stop.

“Danielle?” Ellis’ voice snaps my attention, and then I freeze.

Oh no.

A darkness creeps its way up my back, a coldness that makes me shiver. The way he speaks my name, the tone with a slight inflection—I know what this means.

He recognizes me—the memory spell is lifting.

Shakingly, I look up. We latch onto each other's eyes, and he’s looking at me like he used to. Like when we knew each other before.

But his recognition isn’t complete; he’s still confused. He searches my face, trying to figure it out. He goes to speak, but then stops.

I can’t believe how reckless I’ve been.

I need to get away.

As soon as I move away from him, the blue glow stops. My heart is racing, my head is a mess, and my vision is just about intact, although the library is a little blurred.

I locate my dress, pull it over my head, and slip my panties on.

“I’ve gotta go,” I say hurriedly, “I’ll be back.”

I can’t just run—I know better than to think I can run faster than a wolf.

“Danielle, wait.”

“No, really,” I say, trying to keep my composure together as I avoid his gaze. “It’s fine, there’s just something I need to-”

I’m moving with a frantic pace now, zigzagging through the library until I finally make my way to the door.

But Ellis is faster.

He corners me before I have a chance to pry it open.

“Danielle,” he says, sterner this time. “Look at me.”

I nod, swallowing to calm my shaking, as I dare to gaze up at those burgundy eyes. Ellis looks mad but only a little; for the most part, he looks confused.

He’s looking at me like he’s trying to recall a memory, searching my face for signs. I feel a little of that guilt I felt when I was hugging him before.

I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t know that having sex with him could do this.

“I don’t know what this is,” Ellis says, his voice calm and low. “But you have to tell me what’s going on.”

I stutter. “I p-promise it’s not what you think.”

What does he think? How do I save this?

“You’ve bewitched me,” he accuses.

“What? That’s not even! What are you talking about?”

I cross my arms protectively over my chest.

“You’ve put a spell on me to be into you, but why?”

A spike of anger flares inside me that seemingly has come out of nowhere. I’m furious that he’d even suggest I do something like that. As though I’m that desperate for him.

“No,” I assert, frowning. “No, I have not.”

“You’re the girl from my dream,” he says, as though he’s finally piecing together the discovery now. “I’ve never seen her face before, but I know now that it’s yours. And you were in my hiding spot. How did you get into my dreams?”

“I didn’t mean to get in your dreams, Ellis,” I say with a pleading tone. “I promise. Just let me go.”

He presses his hand to the door before I get a chance to reach.

“We were childhood friends,” he says thoughtfully, and confused. “But how is that possible? You’re a witch. I’d never have gotten that close to a witch, especially not when I was younger.”

“Well, there you go,” I say, fighting back the tears that threaten to pool from my eyes. “It’s not possible. Now, let me go.”

I don’t feel threatened by Ellis, just worried about what I might reveal. He knows some things, but not all.

I need to talk to Penelope to figure this out.

Right now, I’m too vulnerable.

“You’re lying,” he says. “What are you hiding, Danielle? Why did you deceive me? I thought that I could trust you... You at least owe me an explanation. I thought that just now...”

His voice trails off.

Just before, we had an experience so surreal that I can’t even make sense of it yet. But it was otherworldly, our connection completely took over.

I forgot about the rules of our world, the divisions between us, our past—it wasn’t important anymore.

“Just now was real,” I tell him. “It was the realest thing I’ve ever felt.”

“Then be honest with me,” he pleads, his voice laced with frustration.

I open my mouth to speak, but close it again—I don’t have a response.

The way he looks at me turns from desperate to icy cool. He straightens himself out and walks away to the other end of the library.

His back is turned. I could run away now, but I don’t. Instead, I’m standing there trembling, my arms protectively holding myself as Ellis puts his clothes on.

When he returns, he has a look of indifference that makes my heart sink. I understand how he feels, and I wish that I could just tell him everything, but I can’t. The words won’t come out.

“I’ll give you time,” he says coolly. “I’ll give you the time you need to tell me the truth, but I warn you not to try to run away. I’m offering you one last inch of trust.”

Ellis gazes at me and then forcibly opens and slams the library door.

Once he’s gone, and I’m wrapped in the silence of the library, the screaming of my thoughts—I lose it.

Leaning against the wall, I slowly fall to the floor. My tears start light, but as a deep pain pulses through my lower stomach, they come out in strong, guttural weeps.

My vision blurs; all I see are my tears as I hold myself protectively.

I’m crying so hard. It’s like I’m a wounded animal; it feels primal, as I try to rid myself of all the pain and confusion.

I tell Ellis that I’m sorry in my head.

And then, over and over, I ask myself, what the hell are you going to do now?