Page 15 of Curvy Alpha Bride (Wolfshade Brides-for-Hire #4)

This is a really bad idea.

I don’t care!

The hard weight of Xavier’s body pins me down.

His hands grasp at me, dig into me as the hot, wet press of his mouth overwhelms my senses and demolishes my self-control.

Since the moment he left me, an overpowering need has grown inside me, a craving that demands to be satisfied, torturing me because I thought it couldn’t be.

And I spent every day in agony, believing I would have to live with that ache forever. Since the moment I saw him again, I’ve been fighting it, and I can’t resist anymore.

I wrap my legs around him, reaching down to grab his ass, and thrust my hips wildly. As his arms go around me, pinning me in place, I finally feel his hard cock against my aching pussy. Bracing my hands against him, I slam my hips forward, joining us together.

Xavier shudders, gripping me tightly as he lowers his head to my shoulder. I lean back, feeling every hard, thick inch of him slide into me as deep as he can possibly go. My every muscle clenches against him, my arms, my legs, and the ones in the furthest reaches of my body.

As my inner spasms squeeze his cock, Xavier gasps into my shoulder, tightening his grip on me. I rock my hips from side to side, feeling his hard cock moving deep inside my hot, slick pussy.

Xavier turns his head, and I feel his lips brush my ear. For a horrible moment, I think he’s going to say something and break the moment.

Don’t you dare say you love me, or you need me… not now.

I turn my face towards him, capturing his lips with mine and kissing him deeply. The heat builds between us, and I can feel his hands roaming all over my body as his cock gets harder and thicker inside me.

I squeeze his ass with both hands, thrusting my hips forward to drive him in even deeper.

He breaks the kiss as a long moan rips through his throat, and he closes his eyes, shuddering as if he just took a mortal wound.

His arms tighten around me, and he rocks backwards against my grip, starting to thrust in short, hard strokes.

As pleasure streaks through my body, I lose my grip on him and run my hands up his back to cling to his shoulders. He increases his pace, every stroke longer and harder than the last, until my knees slip away from his hips and I can barely hold on to him.

Xavier tightens his arms around my waist, crushing me against him as he runs his hands up my back and clamps onto my shoulders.

He pulls back his hips and thrusts against me, pinning me between his cock and his hands.

A loud cry rips from my throat as the sensations collide and send intense waves of pleasure rippling through my entire nervous system.

With my deepest inner muscles still clenching against him, Xavier braces his hands against my shoulders again, then locks his knees against the bed to thrust into me faster and harder.

My orgasm explodes inside me, then renews itself again and again until I’m screaming under him, clinging to him as he thrashes me with his cock and all the strength in his body.

His cock thickens inside me, and a ragged cry bursts through his lips. He rocks against me, still keeping me pinned between his hands and hips, grinding the hard length of him into the soft part of me so deep inside that only he can reach it.

Anticipation floods through me as I wait for him to finish, but instead of letting his body go, he relaxes against me, leaning back until our bodies part. I look up at him, trying to catch his eye, but his face is firmly focused on my breasts.

He moans as he bends down to take one of my nipples in his mouth, squeezing my other breast hard enough to hurt. I bend under him, still pinned by his body as he gropes me and sucks on first one nipple, then the other.

The craving that has lived inside me since the last night we slept together grows, an aching hunger that spreads swiftly through my every cell, wiping my mind clean.

I’m senseless under him as my nipples burn, puckered into tiny, hard points.

My clit throbs, and my pussy aches, begging for his cock.

Xavier moans softly, eyes closed as he gropes my breasts and sucks on my nipples, taking his time. When he flicks out his tongue and rolls the tip against the edge of my hard nipple, I see him glance up at me, and that’s when I realize he’s teasing me on purpose.

The mischievous look and the intense, drawn-out pleasure collide, making me cry out and shudder under him as my body aches and burns, caught at the edge of another massive orgasm.

He gently sinks his teeth into my nipple and shoves his hands between my legs as my climax roars through me, waves of pleasure crashing across my skin, leaving me gasping and shivering in his hands.

When the ripples die down enough for me to look up, I see him watching me with a look of absolute wonder. He strokes my cheek gently, then brushes his lips against mine in a soft, tender kiss.

The change in pressure ignites my passion again, my pussy aching and throbbing as lines of fire run across my skin.

I grab his waist and writhe under him, desperate for his cock.

He reaches down between us, teases my clit a little with his fingers, then strokes the slick lower lips before thrusting his hips to slam his cock into me.

I clasp my hands together behind his back, my legs wide open as I scream at the ceiling. Xavier groans against my ear, his hot breath rushing across my neck as he makes sounds of both satisfaction and need.

He starts to thrust in long, slow strokes, letting me feel every single inch of his cock before slamming back inside. I writhe under him as he picks up his pace, his cock getting harder and thicker inside me, meeting that deep, throbbing ache and stroking it towards another climax.

Soft moans slip through my lips as I press my cheek to his shoulder, rocking back and forth with the momentum as the spasms inside get closer and closer together. Xavier’s thrusts reach an impossible pace, so hard and fast, I can’t hold on as he pounds me into the bed

His cock swells against the tightening muscles deep inside, and I hear my own scream along with his gasps of release as his cock swells, hard, thick, and throbbing as he shudders all over, coming so hard he collapses against me, trembling and gasping for breath.

I cling to him, pressing my face harder into his shoulder. I want this to last forever, for the rest of my life to just be this moment of perfect pleasure and promise. My body hums with the ebbing waves from my climax, but as they subside, my mind begins to crowd with ugly thoughts.

Xavier gets up slowly, sitting next to me as he pulls his robe back on. I sit up as well, pulling my dress back over my shoulders and wrapping one of the light blankets around me as well.

The bed dips under me as Xavier wriggles over to sit next to me, putting an arm around my shoulders. I lean into him, enjoying the warm, comfortable contentment singing through me, knowing it’s about to shatter.

“We should take a look out front,” he says. “Maybe they’ve gone.”

“I doubt it,” I answer. “But let’s go and see.”

Xavier gets up, and I follow him down the hall into the living room. Already, my mind is crowding with difficult thoughts, and I begin to wonder what my hormones have gotten me into.

Hey now. Don’t blame everything on your hormones—fear can do the same thing!

Back out in the living room, I notice that the sky is getting darker, and Ivan and Hector are still outside, even though they’ve moved away from the windows.

I wonder if they guessed what we were up to. Lucky for them, I remembered where I was and moved us to the bedroom; otherwise, that would have been quite a show!

Even in a situation as dire as this, the thought makes me smile. Xavier is watching me, and he smiles, too.

“I love your smile,” he says. “You always look like you’re about to do something really mischievous, as if it’s an admission of future guilt more than an expression of happiness.”

The words hurt me, and I try not to show it.

He was just trying to say something nice or thinking out loud. He didn’t mean anything by it, but I really wish he hadn’t thrown the word “love” in there.

“It’s getting cold,” I mutter. “We should start a fire.”

Even though I didn’t mean to rebuke him, Xavier pulls back a little, losing his smile. He nods and goes over to crouch in front of the fire, keeping his back to me as he reaches for the kindling.

I wrap my arms around myself, trying not to cry again. I let myself get carried away in the moment, and now I’m right back where I started, neck-deep in trouble—and exposed and vulnerable in front of Xavier.

This is a fucking nightmare!

Suddenly, I run to the door, pounding on it as a wave of panic floods through me, obliterating every last ripple of pleasure lingering on my skin.

“You can’t keep me in here!” I scream. “Nothing can make me stay in this town now, do you hear me? Let me out!”

“I’m sorry, Mabel,” I hear Eileen’s soft voice on the other side of the door. “It’s still technically the new moon, and the sky will be completely dark tonight.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck what phase of the moon it is!” I yell, losing my shit. “Just let me out of here! I’m going home!”

“Mabel, there is no safe passage out of Valentine Creek. Certainly not on a new moon—and never for a luna.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I scream at the door.

But this time, no one answers me.

When I turn around, Xavier has a decent blaze going, and he’s watching me with wide eyes. Even though he still looks upset about being trapped here, there is an edge of fear about him that wasn’t there before.

“I know we have to get out of here, but for now, let’s just settle in,” he says. “We can’t do anything after dark.”

Anxiety ripples through me as I try to read his expression. I can’t explain why, but it feels like there’s something he isn’t telling me.

“I suppose you’re right,” I finally say.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you,” he says, and when his eyes flick towards the windows, I get the distinct impression he knows exactly what the danger is.

Miserably, I return to the couch, wrapping my arms tightly around myself as I stare into the flames.

I’m trapped by psychos with the person I trust the least, and there’s a vicious and unknown threat waiting right outside the door. I’ll have to send Iris a thank-you card for this lovely, relaxing vacation.

“Can we contact anyone?” I ask. “Surely the other alphas would help.”

“No reception out here,” he reminds me.

“What are we going to do?” I ask, hating that I have to lean on him, but knowing I have no choice. “What do you think is out there?”

“I don’t know,” Xavier replies. “But it’s time to take a closer look at Dad’s journals. I think he was out here specifically because he was watching it… whatever it is.”

“Really? You think you might be able to find out how to stop it?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. It’s not like we have anything else to do right now.”

A ripple of excitement teases me as I think about all the things I could do with him under different circumstances. I shove the images away, determined not to let my lust take over me again.

I was just scared and stressed out. All I did was give in to my passion in a moment of weakness. It doesn’t mean anything. I won’t let it happen again.

“Agreed,” I say. “Let me know if you want any help. I’ll keep an eye on the fire.”

“Okay,” he says, standing up. For a moment, he stands there awkwardly, as if he wants to say something, but then he just sighs and goes down the hallway.

I stare into the flames, my mind racing with thoughts of escape.

I need to get away from these crazy townsfolk and the terrifying threat in the hills. And most of all, I need to get away from Xavier.