Page 16 of Bullied Alpha Bride (Wolfshade Brides-for-Hire #2)

I struggle underneath Lexa, trying to free my arms, but it’s no good. She has me pinned.

And I like it.

She digs her nails into my shoulders, making me gasp with equal parts pleasure and pain.

Okay, maybe a bit more pleasure.

She teases me with soft touches of her lips, rocking back and forth to rub herself against me. My entire body is hard as a rock—not just my cock—and the need to hurl her onto her back and fuck her as hard and fast as I can is overwhelming.

Don’t. Don’t do anything to scare her. Let her explore, let her feel safe.

Through the drunken haze of my thoughts, I also remind myself that with her weight pressing down on my thighs and her hands pressing me into the couch, I can’t fucking move.

Lexa leans back, taking her hands off my shoulders to tease her fingertips across my chest and belly. I struggle again against the shirt, hoping to tear it off if I can’t get my arms loose, but I still can’t get free.

“Lexa,” I whisper, my voice full of need. “Please.”

“Please, what?” she asks, blinking innocently. “Am I doing something wrong?”

My mind tries to understand her question. Drunken brain cells collide with each other, leaving me even more confused than I was before.

“Should I stop?” she asks with a grin.

“No!” I almost yell. “Don’t stop. I mean, unless you want to—”

“Shh.” She puts her fingers across my lips. “You just settle down and be quiet like a good boy.”

A strange sensation flows through me. As if I should feel uncomfortable, but instead, I feel kind of warm and fuzzy.

No one’s ever called me a “good boy” before.

Lexa runs her hands down to my thighs, and with one quick movement, she drops to the floor between my legs. I feel her fingers on the button of my jeans, and a painful throb rushes through me as my cock strains against the zipper.

Lexa pulls down the zipper very slowly, watching my cock rise through the gap, still covered by my underwear. She strokes me gently, and I almost scream with frustration and pent-up desire.

Holy fucking God, this is not the woman I remember!

The girl I took to the graduation party was sweet, hesitant, and completely untouched. She shrank away from me, unsure and afraid, until I awakened her lust and made her beg for me.

Now I’m the one fucking begging.

I look up at Lexa, not daring to speak. She keeps her eyes down, looking at the tent poking up through my jeans. I’m so eager to set it free, I struggle a bit more, and she stands up abruptly, slamming her foot into my chest to pin me down.

“What did I tell you about trying to get away!” she snaps. “Stay still.”

“Okay,” I mutter. My heart is pounding so hard, all I can hear is the rush of my blood in my ears. I faintly register that she’s barefoot, and I stupidly wonder when she took off her shoes.

“Hey,” Lexa says, grabbing my chin. “Look up.”

I fix my eyes on her face as she stands above me, her arms folded across her chest. She tilts her head, and the look on her face is powerful, something almost predatory.

And she looks hungry.

The barest thought of what she might do with those lips and that tongue makes me gasp again, trembling as my body fights against my clothes. I’ve never been restrained before, and even though I know I could get free if I really wanted to, it doesn’t seem worth it.

The next thought that comes to me is so heavy, it almost shatters my mind.

I feel safe for the first time in my life.

“Kit,” she whispers, tapping my chin.

I focus my eyes on her face again, enjoying the bright look in her eyes and the mischief in her grin. She brings her hands up to run them over the soft fabric of her sweater, and my eyes follow as she reaches down, grabs the hem, then rips it off over her head.

I shudder as if I’ve been kicked in the ribs. I can’t take my eyes off her breasts, the way they bounce when she moves. They’re bigger and softer than they were when she was younger, and my fingers ache as I think about squeezing them while I suck on her nipples.

Lexa gives me a little wink before bending back down and yanking my jeans down my legs. I’m trembling now, my body so exhausted from being bound, my muscles are completely letting go and relaxing under the forced tension. She tugs my jeans to my ankles and leaves them there, shackling me.

When she stands up in front of me again, I watch as she wiggles her hips, running her hands across her belly. She teases at the waistband of her pants before turning around and pulling them down, slowly exposing her buttocks.

She’s not wearing underwear!

“Fuck.” The word slips through my lips, an expression of pure shock. My arms and legs are starting to jerk in irregular movements as the adrenaline runs crazily around my body, with no way for me to let it out.

Lexa turns around, rubbing her hands over her breasts and belly.

“You want this?” she murmurs.

“Yes, Jesus, dear fucking God!” I almost scream, the words a heartfelt prayer to any deity that might grant me mercy. “I want you more than anything in this world, Lexa!”

She leans forward, putting her hands on my knees to kiss me, gently, softly, and briefly.

“Good,” she whispers, reaching down for my boxers.

She grabs the front, pinching my cock a little in the process, then yanks my underwear to my thighs. She straddles my lap, linking her hands around my neck as she maneuvers, then I feel her hot, slick pussy pushing against the head of my throbbing cock.

Oh my God. She’s wet like a fucking river! She wants me as badly as I want her!

Lexa lowers herself slowly, her hands wrapped around the back of my neck and her eyes closed. She frowns slightly as her body gives way to mine, my cock sliding into her inch by inch.

By the time she settles on my lap and my cock is fully sheathed inside her, I’m so excited, I feel like I’m going to pass out. My arms are trembling from being pinned behind me, and my legs are numb. Even though my heart was pounding a few minutes ago, I can’t feel it at all anymore.

Maybe I had a heart attack, and I’m already dead. This definitely looks—and feels—like heaven.

Lexa moans, rocking herself back and forth. She keeps her eyes closed, focused on something deep inside her. I can feel her body clenching around mine, not just deep inside her pussy but her legs and arms, too.

Even though her pace starts slow and gentle, it doesn’t take long before every stroke becomes harder and more forceful. As her inner muscles begin to spasm, she grips my neck with both hands, thrashing me with her hips as she throws back her head and howls at the ceiling.

Her climax breaks across her body, spreading from deep inside her to shudder through every muscle, leaving a wash of goosebumps across her skin. She hangs helplessly around my neck, throwing herself down against me, making happy little murmurs.

My cock is still rock-hard inside her, and it looks like she’s gone comatose in her afterglow. I wriggle around a bit and get my arms free, moving her onto her back on the couch beside me.

She murmurs happily as she settles onto her back, and I reach out and stroke her thigh.

“More?” I ask, terrified to hear her rejection.

I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get to come between her thighs…

“Yes,” she nearly whispers, her eyes still closed. “More.”

With a sigh of relief that sounds like a sob, I crawl towards her, still tangled in my pants. She opens her legs for me, and I settle between them, reaching down to slide my cock into her hot, wet pussy.

“Oh, God,” I whisper, burying my head against her shoulder. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Fuck me,” she mutters, her tongue flicking out to tease my ear.

Growling, I wrap my arms around her waist and brace my knees against the couch, thrusting into her with long, hard strokes.

She’s teased me so much, I know I don’t have much left in me. Within only a few thrusts, I can feel her inner walls tremble, and I know she’s going to come again. I pound her as hard and as fast as I can, feeling her pussy spasm around me as she cries out in joy under me, almost deafening me.

I don’t fucking care if my eardrums shatter. Scream, baby, scream!

Just as her pussy tightens around me and her arms and legs lock me in a death grip, my cock swells and throbs in a moment of tension with no breath and no heartbeat. Nothing except the promise of pleasure that is about to destroy me and remake me all at once.

The little death…

Lexa screams, the climax roaring through her body as she thrashes under me. My cock swells, harder and thicker than it’s ever been, then the orgasm crashes through my body, a tidal wave with the force of the entire ocean behind it.

I collapse against her, shaking, feeling her chest heaving against mine. I hold her in my arms, knowing that I have to move soon, but never wanting this moment to end. I float through endless seconds of perfect bliss, finally letting go of Lexa when I feel her arms slip away from me.

I’m still tangled, half in and half out of my clothes.

While I undress, I watch Lexa slip into a deep sleep, curling up on the couch with her arms around a thick pillow.

I want to sleep beside her, so I pull out the bottom sofa section of the couch and lie down as close to her as I can without disturbing her.

I want to burn this moment into my memory and never let go of it. I’ve never been so content, and the hope I had before has exploded inside my chest, letting me see the full brightness of our future together.

It’s all behind me now. All the pain, violence, and darkness. It’s gone, and this is where I belong.

I keep my eyes on Lexa for as long as I can, even as I struggle to keep them open. When I drift off, it’s into the deepest, most restful sleep I’ve ever had.

A sharp bang wakes me, and I almost jump straight off the couch. For a second or two, I don’t know where I am, then it all comes back to me.

Lexa.

I look around, but she’s obviously not beside me anymore. I get up and stagger towards the kitchen, holding my head as I try to get fully upright.

Whoa, there! That’s one hell of a hangover.

I don’t fucking care. It was the best night of my life.

“Lexa?” I ask, coming into the kitchen. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” she says, turning towards me. “I just knocked the frying pan off the bench when I was looking for a cup. Sorry I woke you.”

“It’s no problem,” I answer, taking unsteady steps into the kitchen. “I could use some coffee, too.”

“I figured,” she says with a giggle. “You hit the sauce pretty hard.”

“I sure did,” I agree. “No regrets, though. Well, okay, maybe the last couple of shots didn’t have to happen.”

She laughs, putting two cups on the counter. She doesn’t look hungover at all—her skin is glowing, and her short black hair looks glossier than usual. There are no rings under her eyes or any sign of tiredness.

“You look like you slept well,” I remark.

“Yeah,” she says lightly. “I did.”

Something’s wrong.

I can’t tell exactly what it is, but the way her eyes slide away from mine and her bright, almost brittle tone of voice are making me feel like I’ve missed something.

“Is everything okay?” I ask as Lexa puts a cup of coffee down in front of me.

“Fine,” she says in a clipped voice, giving me the weird little smile again.

“Can I have a good morning kiss?” I ask tentatively.

The smile falls right off her face, and she puts her coffee down purposefully on the counter before meeting my eyes again.

Oh, shit. I feel like I’m in deep trouble. But all I can think about is how fucking beautiful she is.

A ray of sun angling from the kitchen window casts soft light across her head and shoulders, making her skin glow. The purple streaks in her hair shine with vibrant intensity, and the pale gray of her eyes looks studded by falling snowflakes.

“Kit,” she says, “what happened last night was just a bit of drunk sex. I got carried away.”

“What?” I mutter, still staring at her as if she’s a goddess who just turned me to stone.

“I realize it might be confusing for you, and I’m sorry, but it was just the heat of the moment,” she continues. “It doesn’t mean that we’re… together.”

“Oh,” I answer, trying to absorb her words. My brain still feels shattered from the night before, and I’m wondering how she can be acting so normal after I’ve just had a mind-altering experience.

Oh…

Guilt floods through me, my first clear emotion of the day. I look at the floor quickly, and I hear Lexa pick up her coffee and take a sip.

“I’ll throw together some breakfast,” she says casually. “You might want to go and get cleaned up?”

I suddenly realize I’ve been standing there totally buck-ass naked this whole time while Lexa is fully dressed for the day, as well as looking fresh and completely clear-headed.

I feel fucking ridiculous.

“Sure, yeah,” I mumble. “That sounds good.”

I turn and walk down the hall, heading for the bathroom. The shock of her words is still sinking in, and I don’t know how to take this news.

She’s not the simple girl I knew before. There’s so much more to the story than what I know.

My brain bends under the weight of my thoughts, and I shake it off. First, coffee and hangover remedies, then try to face the day, and then rewrite my future.

Again.