Page 23 of Bullied Alpha Bride (Wolfshade Brides-for-Hire #2)

Kit squirms on the floor, pinned between my knees. I grip his shoulders with my hands and lean into the kiss, punishing his lips with mine.

I feel loose, and maybe a bit crazy. The last twenty minutes have contained more revelations than the entirety of my life. It feels like falling down a flight of stairs and standing up completely unscathed.

I’m not, though. I’m covered in scars.

All these wounds I have to carry in my heart still hurt me, but being here in Kit’s arms makes all of them fade. I’ve had years to work through my loss, and the greatest regret I had about my mother is that her body would lie out in the woods, discarded and forgotten.

And it was Kit who found her.

The relief pouring through my body is intoxicating, filling my chest with a warm rush. Every single fear that has held me back over the past few years has vanished.

I run my hands up Kit’s shoulders, stroking his neck and cheeks, reaching up to play with his hair. A light giggle escapes my lips as I flick my tongue out against his, diving back down to kiss him hard and deep.

My body is trembling, and it’s not all from lust or shock. I have all the things I ever wanted—right here, right now—and it was all served up to me in a matter of minutes.

“I’m still not sure all of this is real,” I whisper.

“Neither am I,” Kit answers.

I giggle softly. “That’s not the reassurance I was hoping for,” I laugh.

He shrugs. “It’s the best I’ve got. I spent years thinking I'd never see you again… then the past week thinking I'd never be able to get close to you because of all the lies I had to tell.”

I put my fingers over his lips. “I understand… not completely. But mostly, I do. I can tell there is much more about your grandfather—”

“I killed for him,” Kit says through gritted teeth. “He terrorized the entire pack, and I think Loretta and the others were in on it. He bloodied me before I was fifteen years old. He could force anyone to do what he wanted. I did horrible things—”

“Shh,” I whisper, stroking his face. “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me everything.”

“I want to,” he says. “But maybe not right now.”

He smiles and reaches up to put his hands around my waist. I lean forward, letting him kiss me. I fall against his chest, and he wraps his arms tightly around me, crushing me to his chest.

“Lexa,” he whispers.

“Yes?” I mumble, wondering what other secrets could possibly be left to tell.

“Can I go down on you?”

It takes a moment for the question to sink in, and when it does, my cheeks burn. Kit grins and runs his fingers down my face.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” I answer, smiling.

He rolls us over in one quick movement, bracing his arms on the floor so he doesn’t crush me. He bends down, kissing my lips briefly before running his hands down the front of my body.

Kit closes his eyes, gently trailing his fingers down my legs, then back up to my hips. He teases my skin around the waistband of my leggings, then slowly pulls them down my thighs.

I feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable, but it only enhances my arousal when I see the hungry look in Kit’s eyes as he looks at me.

I lean back, letting him slip off my shoes and pull my leggings down. My skin prickles all over as he hovers above me, running his eyes up and down my body as he lowers his mouth.

When his lips brush against my pussy, he lets out a soft groan of pleasure and pauses as he sinks lower, flicking with his tongue. Heat rushes through me, pounding in my nipples and aching deep inside me. Kit groans again, hooks his arms around my thighs, and shoves his tongue deep into my pussy.

A shriek pours out of my throat, and I cover my face with both hands as Kit moans, lashing his tongue through the slick lower lips of my pussy and pressing his lips to my clit.

I squirm under him, and he tightens his arms around my thighs to pull me closer and hold me still as he plunges his mouth in even deeper.

Every pulse of my inner muscles brings another slick wave, and Kit meets each one with his tongue and enthusiastic gasps. He laps at my pussy as I get wetter and more slippery, exploring every single fold and crease.

There is no tension left in me, and my entire body relaxes on the floor, my thighs falling far apart as my hips loosen. Kit runs his tongue from my deep inner folds up to my clit, then wraps his lips around it and sucks, gently pressing it with the tip of his tongue at the same time.

The orgasm explodes through my clit and my pussy at the same time, pounding heat cresting in waves that throb through my legs and belly, even seeming to reach my fingers.

Kit moans in excitement, gripping my thighs as he reaches deeper with his tongue, making me come again.

I writhe and gasp on the floor, my hands over my eyes. Pleasure wrecks through my every cell, leaving me gasping and shivering as the waves of lust crash through me.

I feel Kit’s tongue flick out and tease my clit a little before he sits up and strokes my face. I move my hands so I can look up at him, and his big blue eyes are shimmering with a warmth I’ve never seen before.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, and his tone is so genuine, I feel another rush of desire flooding through me, making my clit pound and my pussy ache.

I reach down and grab the bottom of my sweater, pulling it over my head. Kit gasps as my breasts bounce free. He immediately brings his mouth to them, licking and sucking my nipples and squeezing my tits in his big, warm hands.

The ache between my legs grows, becoming fierce, almost sharp. I writhe under Kit, finally grabbing his hair and pulling his head up to make him look at me.

“Fuck me, Kit,” I whisper. “Fuck me now!”

He smiles, sitting back a bit to rip his shirt over his head and open his pants. He’s bigger and more muscular than he was in high school, but even then, he had shoulders like a bull and arms as thick and strong as steel cords.

Kit lays back down, holding on to one of my hips as he rubs his hard cock against me. I’m so wet, he slides up and down easily, teasing my inner folds with pressure. The ache inside me becomes a burn, and I grab his shoulders, grinding my hips against him.

“Fuck me! Fuck me, please!” I pant.

Kit leans down and kisses me gently. Then, keeping his eyes on mine, he pushes forward with his hips and joins us together with one hard thrust.

My body bends, tension streaking through me as if every single muscle in my body is trying to wrap itself around Kit, the sensation radiating from where his hard cock is buried in my tight, wet pussy. I can’t do anything except gasp and tremble, helpless in his arms.

He keeps looking into my eyes. Slowly, the tension releases, and I relax into him, my legs loosening from his hips as my fingers let go of his shoulders. I’m still wrapped around him, but not in a vice-like death grip.

Kit moves his hips back and forth in small, slow strokes. I can feel how hard he is, the long, thick shaft driving deep into me, the friction building from his calculated movements.

The next orgasm takes me by surprise, a warm rush that explodes deep inside, making my pussy clench and spasm around his cock as my clit pounds. I dig my fingers into his arms and scream, locking my legs around his waist again as I thrash and writhe.

Kit waits for it to subside, holding himself still above me with his arms braced against the floor. I open my eyes again slowly, looking up at him with a smile on my lips as the waves of pleasure echo through me.

He bends down and kisses me, igniting the fire deep inside me all over again. My desire is a living thing beyond my control, a flame that consumes me and remakes me again and again.

As his tongue searches inside my mouth, he starts to thrust into me in long, hard strokes. We keep our mouths together until the force of his movements forces us to break apart, but he keeps his eyes on mine.

I wrap my hands around his forearms and cling to him with my thighs as he thrusts harder and faster, pinning me to the floor. The deepest reaches of my body open up to him as his cock gets harder and thicker, swelling inside me.

I start to cry out and writhe under him, but he keeps holding on to me and doesn’t look away.

The feeling of being completely open to him, my soul and my body at the same time, triggers a powerful spasm inside me.

I feel my pussy wrap around his cock so hard that it hurts—for a couple of seconds, the ache throbs, both of us held in perfect tension—then his cock shudders and jerks deep inside me as my inner muscles clench and pump against him, leaving me breathless and shaking.

Kit falls against me, rolling to the side to cradle me in his arms. I collapse against him, pressing my cheek to his sweaty chest. He reaches up briefly to grab the blanket, flicking it over us as we curl up in front of the fire.

We look into each other’s eyes, both feeling no need for words. With gentle touches and small smiles, we say everything that needs to be said until both of us start to succumb to sleep.

For quite some time, all I knew was warmth, safety, and the sensation of Kit’s arms wrapped around me. Even though I fall into a deep sleep, I can still feel him, and I know our bodies are still tangled together.

Sometime later, a sense of cold invades my comfort. My eyelids flicker a little, and I notice the room is almost completely dark.

The fire is going out.

I slip out of Kit’s arms, trying not to disturb him. There is some small wood next to the fire, and I toss in a few pieces, waiting for the flames to catch.

Warmth begins to fill the room, but I know we’ll need a few big logs to get us through the night. I wrap myself up in a long jacket and get the wood basket, looking down on Kit before I go.

Back soon, my love.

I walk through the dark halls to the back entrance where the woodpile is. With no care in the world, I cross the yard to fill up the basket with logs.

Somewhere nearby, a twig breaks with a distinctive snap.

I freeze, not daring to move. I keep my head down, my hand still on the log and my other on the handle of the basket.

Maybe it was just an animal—

No such luck. My nose isn’t picking up anything big enough to make that sound. It’s downwind, but if it were a moose or something like that, I’d know.

The only thing that could hide from me like this is another wolf.

Fear bleeds through me, banishing all the good feelings as if they never existed, and tears start to run down my cheeks.

No, God. Please, God, no. Not again. I was finally safe!

I hear a very faint crunch of stones at the edge of the courtyard, like the step of a heavy foot. I hold my breath, still bent over as if I’m getting logs for the fire.

I’m going to count to three, then I’m going to turn around, throw this basket in the direction of the noise, then run like hell back to the house, screaming for Kit.

I close my eyes, listening for any other sounds. The night is silent except for the faint howl of wind, and I can’t detect any scent.

Ready.

I spin around, hurling the basket. Somewhere in the dark, there is a grunt and a muffled thump. I leap towards the house, my mouth open to scream from the bottom of my lungs.

Powerful arms grab me from behind, squeezing me until all the breath is forced out of my body. A hand is clamped over my mouth, and even though I try to struggle, heavy darkness sweeps through my vision, taking all my strength—and hope—with it.