Page 22 of Brutal Alpha Beast (Roseville Alphas #2)

It’s Harry Whitmore. Danielle freezes, flinches slightly. Harry was one of her biggest bullies at school.

“I understand why you did it,” he says. “You weren’t treated fairly. We all do stupid shit when we’re young, right?”

Danielle smiles. Someone else calls out from the crowd. “Right!”

I pull Danielle beside me and wrap my arm around her.

“Danielle’s one of us now,” I say. “She’s a member of the pack.”

The crowd breaks out into whoops and cheers, and Danielle’s face turns pink as she covers the sides of her face with her hands.

I feel the urge to kiss her.

“Let’s keep the cheering going!”

Danielle nudges me playfully. “Ellis! Shut up.”

***

“How did it go?” I ask her as I enter our cabin. Judging from the look on her face and the way she’s curled up on the couch, it didn’t go well.

To increase productivity, our hunters have been instructed to scour the woods daily in search of vines. This morning, I was excited to tell her that they’d found some—and Danielle had rushed over to inspect if they might be the ones we’re looking for.

I don’t ask her about the energies she’s been feeling, but I know she’s been getting more and more anxious as the days go on.

“Nothing magical about those vines,” she says. “I don’t think. Gosh, I don’t even know anymore.”

I settle beside her, and naturally, she drops her head against my chest.

I trace circles over the back of her arms.

“It’s fine,” I tell her. “Shit takes time.”

“But how much time?” She asks me, looking up with watery eyes. “Maybe those shifters were right to be suspicious. I mean, I feel like I don’t know what’s right anymore.”

Fuck, I want to kiss her.

“Tell me how I can make it better.”

She shakes her head. “You can’t.”

Her lips are closer to mine. “Just you being here, everything you’ve done for me, helps.”

I stroke my hand over her jaw. “I want to kiss you,” I say. “But I can tell myself to stop.”

She parts her lips a little, a hungry, desperate look in her eyes. My dick twitches. That look drives me insane, and she probably has no idea.

“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispers.

I nod, and my heart beats ferociously as I edge closer to her. Our lips are practically touching now. She’s so close, her scent floods my nostrils, making my back muscles tense. I hear her breathing soft breaths, which tell me what she wants.

Then, I close my eyes. All I hear are our heartbeats and our breaths; time slows with an inexplicable intensity.

I want every version of Danielle.

The badass version, the anxious version, all of it. I want her .

Danielle’s lips find me first, their pillowy softness drawing me in. Teasing me, begging me to claim her in all the ways that I want to.

I kiss her gently, running my hands down the back of her head as I pull her closer to me. I’m restrained; I temper down my wolf at first.

“Ellis,” she sighs. I look at her staring right through me with her mesmerizing, cat-like eyes. “I’m just so glad I have you. I don’t know what I’d do if...”

“Shh, “ I murmur, tracing my thumb around her face. Her eyes flutter closed beneath my touch, her lips open a little, welcoming me back in. “I’m glad I have you, too,” I tell her, kissing the side of her neck. I stay there a little while before I find my way back to her soft lips.

I frown as I kiss her, my heart and body straining in a way I can’t explain. My hand finds hers, our fingers interwining as we trace each other’s tongues.

Everything feels perfect this way, in unison, I don’t want it to ever stop. As we continue to kiss with a steady, cascading rhythm, I become desperate to explore her.

I ease her down onto the couch so that she’s lying flat. She opens her eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly before me. The room is filled with a light glow that reflects perfectly off her expectant face.

I hover above her, kiss her lips again, then I trail my mouth over everywhere I can touch. Her neck, the back of her ears, her collarbone, her breasts. As I cup her breasts beneath my hands, she lets out a stifled soft moan.

She smells sweet—perfect.

No part of her skin is left unexplored as I trail my mouth over her. I want to taste every part. I want to take all her troubles away.

We kiss again, two hands intertwined, and it turns hungrier, strained. I travel down the length of her body, pull my hand away to take off both her skirt and panties.

I go slow, carefully pulling off the fabric of her clothing as her body moves gently with her breath, like soft rippling waves.

She stretches her legs for me, revealing her glistening slit. Her scent alone is driving me wild, and I clench my jaw as my whole body tenses. My dick is as hard as stone.

“You’re the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She smiles gently, the sides of her lips upturning into a perfect curve.

I devour the sight of her like this for a second, the sight of her spread before me with her cheeks flushed a light pink.

Unable to hold myself back any longer, I lean down slowly, maintaining eye contact as I dart my tongue inside her opening. I lick the insides of her softly, tracing my tongue gently around her perfect pink as I watch those perfect eyes and that face.

She groans softly and tips her head back. Her body is vibrating, I can feel it against my tongue. I hold onto her soft thick thighs to steady myself.

The way she sounds is gentle, like lulling, soft purrs.

As I move over her clit, she strokes my head, her thighs wrapping around me.

Fuck she tastes so good. So sweet—the taste of her causes a fiery need that trickles slowly down my throat.

I press my groin into the couch, then I shift my dick a little in my pants as it presses angrily against my zipper, begging to feel her too.

I remind myself to be patient. I want her to feel more pleasure than she’s ever felt before.

As I continue to lick, suck, and kiss her perfect wet slit, her breathing becomes quicker, each breath lighter as she holds onto the back of my head.

I gaze up at her again, noticing the way that her face is strained, the way that her mouth has opened as she gazes at the ceiling.

Then she looks down at me again, her eyes locking onto mine, communicating something that doesn’t need words. I’m fixated, staring back as I increase the speed of my tongue.

Her mouth widens even more; she’s desperate, on the edge, but she keeps looking.

You’re everything , I want to say.

But without words, I communicate with my tongue. I increase the width of my circles, sucking and kissing her until I feel something change.

She pauses, reaching for me, and I offer my hand. She screams, her jaw tightening as she lets out delicious moans.

I watch her for a few moments, stroking her hand as she comes. She looks perfect. I trace the way her body moves, the way her curves form, and the way they shake with her pleasure.

As she comes onto my mouth, I lap her up, but then I’m ravenous for more.

I pull down my shorts impatiently and take hold of my cock that feels like a rock in my hand. Then I find my way inside her, quickly, as though time will pass us by before I get a chance to show her how much she means to me.

I slide through with ease, staring into her glittering green pools, as her mouth gently opens. She’s so flushed, her face so serene yet once again painted with her desire.

Her wet folds greet me, pull me toward her, and as I lean on top of Danielle, I feel like I’ve just entered a soft, pillowy heaven.

She’s so beautiful.

She nods at me, taking the sides of my face into her soft hands.

I feel like I’m going to come if I don’t look away. I grit my teeth.

But I can’t l ook away. I’m lost in her eyes, my body drenched with waves of pleasure that massage little sparks throughout my body. I kiss her again, pumping in and out of her velvet pussy.

I go slow at first, and she groans loudly against my mouth and then into my ear. It’s a groan that makes me shudder.

I look down her body and notice that she’s dripping with perfect little beads of sweat, like sweet condensation that finds its way down toward her cleavage.

I shake my head. “You’re so beautiful.”

She takes the sides of my face into her hands and kisses me. This time with force, with hunger and need that matches my own.

I fuck her harder. Pushing past the point of restraint that I was holding onto.

I don’t have long.

My thrusts get faster, and I grab hold of the back of her ass as I pump with force. I push through to her back walls, and she screams.

Her sweet moans fill the air, travel through my ear down to my dick that’s about to lose control.

Then I hear it, the sweet moan of her coming. Her body gyrates beneath me, the walls of her pussy pulsating in and out around my dick.

She holds me, her arms tight and still around my neck.

“Ellis,” she whispers. “You make me feel so good.”

I push her thighs up to her chest and pump even faster as she’s coming. I trail my gaze from her pussy to her face, watching as she rides the wave of her orgasm.

Then I feel it. The pull in my stomach, the drop in my body.

I crash into her as I come, falling forward, my lips inches from her head.

“Oh Danielle,” I murmur into her neck.

She tightens her hold on me as I release my load into her body.

I’m suddenly unaware of my surroundings, where we are, who we are, what we are—I just know I’m with her, that our souls have connected past the pleasure that pulses through my body.

I’m coming for what feels like a while, my come flooding through her warm folds.

Then we just hold each other, our breaths slowly coming out in unison. I hear her rapid heartbeat soon turning steady.

My eyes are closed, and once I open them, I notice that we’re wrapped in a soft, gold, ethereal glow. It sparkles beneath the light, and I look at her face, noticing she’s sparkling too.

She smiles at me, and I let out an exhausted breath.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

I kiss her in response and hold her close to me.

I love the glow, I love it because it’s her.