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VIOLET

Whitlock had smelled so good. A big part of me had wanted to go with him, to curl myself in his arms, but that was a bad, bad idea. The male was dangerous. And that wasn’t taking into consideration that female at his side. I didn’t even blame her, not at this moment at least; I could see how he could drive a female crazy. If my male wanted another woman, I’d be livid. Only difference was I’d ditch him, not start fighting over him.

He'd had that same look in his eyes that Graham had.

A laugh bubbled from my lips, and I slapped a hand over my mouth to cut it off.

Maggie yanked me to the side before I smacked into a big truck.

“Dammit, Vi, you are such a lightweight.”

Vi. I liked that.

She guided me through the front door. I snaked out of her hold and caught myself on the couch.

“I’m totally fine!” I avoided her grip again. Goddess, I hated being touched. Except for those two, huge Alphas.

I snickered.

“I don’t even think you can get to your room,” she whispered in a hiss. I pursed my lips and straightened my shoulders.

“I really am okay.” I struggled keeping my expression blank. “Going to my room.” I hyper-focused on the floor and slowly inched down the quiet hall. I stopped before turning the corner.

Maggie stared at me, and I waved, grinning.

“Ugh, I guess you’ll be fine. Okay, I’m heading back out. Don’t leave your room.” She wagged her finger at me. “Who knows what crazy shit you’ll get up to.” With a final, unsure look, she backed up and disappeared toward the living room.

She was exaggerating. I was totally fine. The hall only undulated a little. Oh, this was the office where Graham had strutted around all naked and hot and smelling so good.

I got all hot just thinking about it. There were just some people that smelled good, and he was one of them. As I shuffled past the door, I rapped my fingers on the surface. I took the sharp left and down the hall to my guest room. It wasn’t home yet, and I doubted it would be home at all. Not with the massive crush I had on my Alpha.

Graham . . . that wolf god. I sighed. Would it be too much to hope for more? I nibbled on my lower lip and peeked at his bedroom door. It was right there. I could sniff him again. He smelled so good . . .

Bad, Violet, he was taken . But, it was an arrangement, and there didn’t seem to be any feelings between them. It would be okay for me to sniff him just a little, right?

Instead of turning the doorknob to my room, I headed to his. My shoulder smacked into the edge of the door, and I stumbled in the dark. I shucked my shoes off and staggered inside, quietly tip-toeing in and closing the door behind me.

Sandalwood played along my senses. I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent that heavily coated the bedroom. When I opened them, my eyes had adjusted.

He lay on his back, the corner of the blanket over his waist, covering his privates. I inched closer until I could get a better look at him. The moonlight cast a glow on half his body and ended at his waist where the blanket was bunched.

Inching closer, I hovered over his neck where his smell was enhanced. If only I were a wolf; I wouldn’t need to get so close with a better sense of smell. I hovered over him and inhaled.

A moan crawled from my throat.

In a move so sudden it gave me whiplash, his arm lashed around my waist. I kicked my legs out, but he was too strong and then my face was against his bare chest. I froze. Oh, my Goddess, why was he so warm?

I exhaled with a hard drag and nuzzled against his skin. His arms banded around my back and the warm line of his body pressed against the entirety of mine. He felt so good.

I sighed and snaked my arms around his neck to pull myself higher. The large male engulfed me physically and mentally.

A growl slipped from his mouth. How could a sound make me warm all over? He stiffened against me, his hands flexing on my waist. He breathed in.

“Violet,” he growled.

He knew my scent. I grinned, my toes curling. He knew my scent. I squeezed him tighter.

“Release me, girl,” he barked out, yet his length pulsated. I nestled even closer, flexing my arms until I hooked my fingers together like a chain.

“No,” I grumbled, clinging to him like a leech. A soft growl left his mouth, but it sounded nothing close to aggressive. I nestled my nose into the crook of his neck. He growled again and instead of pushing me away, his arms banded around my back, tightening.

“Son of a bitch,” he groaned, and his hips rolled closer to me, forcing his hard length against my belly. “What are you doing to me?”

I flicked my tongue against his neck. He shuddered, arms flexing as his thick length throbbed again.

“Your cock is hard,” I whispered, shyly. The word came from my mouth awkwardly. I’d never said that aloud.

He groaned again, tightening his arms around me. His member throbbed again, and a damp spot grew where the tip pressed against my belly. That meant he wanted me.

“I want to see it ,” I mumbled and slid down his body. My movement removed the blanket laying over him. His cock bobbed upright. The mushroom tip glistened, and I couldn’t take my eyes off it. A warm, fluttery sensation filled my stomach. This was the sensation that drove so many people: Desire. Now I understood this violent need. I used to hear werewolves and humans alike talking about sex. Elton used to go on about what he’d do to me . . . but it only ever disgusted me.

I pressed my palm into Alpha Graham’s hip until he flattened on his back.

“You shouldn’t—” he cut off with a groan. I squeezed the thickness in my hand. He growled gutturally, his hips hiking at my touch. More liquid surfaced on his tip, enough that a droplet trickled down the side of his shaft. As if on instinct, I leaned forward and slid my tongue up the side of his shaft. Saltiness spread on my tongue and the heady taste was oddly addicting.

I hummed my pleasure.

“Moon Goddess,” he hissed out between his teeth, his hips hiking up to my mouth and shoving more of his length between my lips. I didn’t relax my jaw in time and my teeth grazed against his sensitive flesh.

I yanked back.

“I am so sorry,” I whispered.

His chest pumped up and down as he watched me from beneath dark eyelashes, gaze shadowed.

“Lick me again, Sweetheart.” The gruff words reached through my flesh and squeezed my heart.

I gripped the base, this time to take more control of his shaft. Opening my mouth wide, I covered his tip and slowly lowered, making sure my teeth didn’t hurt him.

He gasped and his lips remained parted. I couldn’t look away from his hands bunching the bed sheets. His reactions burst energy through me. I tongued him with hungry flicks.

His hips gyrated up and he forced his tip into my mouth with quick pumps. The sensitivity between my legs grew, and I squeezed my thighs together, making the dampness between them obvious. I flicked my tongue around his shaft, tonguing the throbbing vein mimicking his pounding heart.

The haziness at the edge of my vision had faded, and the courage spawned from the alcohol had completely dissipated. I didn’t care, I still wanted him.

I sucked on the tip of his girth, then dipped my head to take part of him in my mouth, flicking my tongue as I did. I repeated the motion, starting to get a hang of the rhythm.

He snarled and his hips picked up, forcing his cock to hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but didn’t remove my mouth. The shaft strained, and I peeked up to scan his flexing jaw, straining neck, and damp, parted lips. He was unfairly sexy. I moaned around him. Liquid burst from his tip, spurting onto my tongue with violent tugs of his shaft. The salty cum filled my mouth and I struggled to swallow as it overflowed.

I swiped my tongue across the tip, and he groaned gutturally. Rubbing my hands down his shaft, I held onto his tense, muscled thighs. The fine layer of hair tickled my palms.

His shaft throbbed and he exhaled with a sharp gust. As I suckled on him, I couldn’t take my eyes away from his abdomen. He was so wide and muscled. With every breath, his stomach flexed and emphasized the indent of abs.

In an explosion of motion, he lunged up and grabbed my arm. He pulled me up to him, his mouth catching mine, his tongue diving between my parted lips. With a quick twist that displayed his strength, I was on my back, and he slipped his fingers into my jeans until he touched skin. He tugged down, yanking off everything , and leaving me bare. He moved so fast, all I had time to do was blush. He forced my knees apart, and I gasped at the cool air kissing my sex.

The warmth on my face became searing and it spread down my chest. I tried to close my legs, but his mouth covered the ache with my next gasp. His lips pressed against my sex, shooting spikes of pleasure through every inch of me. My hips jerked and I panted. The sensation furled through me like flames licking my insides.

His nose grazed the strip of hair leading down to my aching neediness. Maybe I should have gotten rid of it completely—a wet glide stomped my worries away. His tongue! Oh Goddess, he was licking me.

A strangled gasp escaped my lips. He ran his tongue lower and thrust it inside me. Whimpers and cries wouldn’t stop spilling from my lips. I flinched, the sensation overpowering my senses, but he wouldn’t stop licking and thrusting his tongue. He switched between licking a spine-tingling spot, that bundle of nerves, and then back down to my channel.

My cries and whimpers sounded so loud, but I didn’t care, he felt so good. My toes curled and I writhed so much he pinned my hips down with his large hands. His thumbs pressed against the swell of my belly.

My legs wouldn’t stop shaking. What was happening? My fingers went numb. I trembled, and he did not stop licking .

Graham growled and I could feel it in my gut. The explosion crashed into me, stealing my breath. Goddess. My sight became blurry, and a high-pitched ring filled my ears. I couldn’t stop gyrating up into his mouth.

He moaned against my sex and didn’t stop feasting. He’d turned me into a writhing, needy mess. Tears trickled from the corner of my eyes. This sensation was new and different and addicting .

It was too much, and I couldn’t breathe or think. His licks slowed and I slumped in the bed, panting as he dragged his warm, slick tongue up my entrance with slow glides.

He lifted from my sex, expression shadowed. I could feel his gaze trace my face. I held my breath, waiting for him to move, or say something. But all he did was stare. I dropped my eyes, shyness getting the best of me. The intensity of his attention caused butterflies to infiltrate my chest. I tried to clamp my legs closed, but his arms were in the way.

“Alpha?” I whispered. A rumble came from his throat and he crawled up the bed until he hovered over me. I panted, staring up at him. The courage I’d mustered with the help of alcohol had completely faded. I squeezed the sheets under me.

Graham angled his head forward until the tips of his hair touched my forehead. This close, I could see his eyes were closed. He inhaled and groaned, suddenly burying his face into the crook of my neck. His body radiated intense heat.

He curled his arms under my back and tucked me into his side, his face still nestled in my neck. His sandalwood scent enveloped me, and I sucked in a breath. He smelled so damn delicious. A shudder worked over my limbs.

His palm slid down my back and to my butt. He repeated the motion—petting me. By the second one, I was limp against him. It soothed me until my eyes became heavy, and I pressed my nose against his hair to smell him as I fell into a deep sleep.