Page 51 of Fourth Base with the Alpha

Because if it does … if it does I might combust.

Damn heart! Damn omega instincts! Damn stupid feelings!

I look away, giving him privacy as he climbs into the bed and the mattress sags. I brace myself so my body doesn’t roll straight into him.

I’m wet between my legs and a pulse builds there, everything aching with need. I screw my eyes up tight, willing the image of his sculptured body not to float straight into my mind’s eye. I fail and lie there trying not to pant.

I hear the click of another light switch.

“Isabella,” Hunter says softly.

“Uh huh,” I squeak, my body tense.

“Is this okay? You’re sure you don’t–”

“I’m good. It’s all good. We’re good. Good night.”

I flip onto my side, my back to him, and lie there, a mess of emotions as I hear his breathing gradually shift, becoming deeper and longer and soon he’s asleep.

See! He certainly doesn’t feel the same way I do. Because there is no way I’m falling asleep tonight. Not when he’s so close I can feel the heat of his body, so close his scent is intoxicating. So close he could reach out and …

But no, he doesn’t feel the same way. He’s fallen fast asleep.

I attempt to close my eyes and count sheep but soon I’m reliving that kiss on the beach, reliving listening to him play, reliving every moment we’ve had together.

My nipples are two tight little bullets, my underwear soaked and a pulse thuds between my thighs.

God forgive me, but I’m only human. A human omega in bed with one of the hottest – nothehottest – alpha on the planet. I can’t take it anymore.

Carefully, trying my best not to shift my body and disturb the mattress, I reach my hand between my legs and down into my panties.

I’m so embarrassingly wet and my fingers slide easily over my swollen folds.

I suppress a moan with a bite of my lips as my forefinger brushes against my clit and my whole body cries out with the need for release.

Gently, I circle my finger around my sensitive nub and soon my eyes are drifting shut. I imagine it’s his fingers, his magical fingers that stroke over the strings of his bass like magic. Soft and firm, fast and slow, stroking beautiful notes that have me shedding tears.

My body stiffens and I swallow more moans as I rise higher and higher, my fingers moving quicker now, my mind lost to my little fantasy. His hands on my body, playing me like his instrument, making me sing for him.

“Omega,” a voice growls by my ear and I jolt. My eyes spring open and I freeze. “What are you doing?” His voice is low and full of menace and my cheeks burn with shame. I don’t answer. I don’t move.

Then his hand touches my arm. I gasp and attempt to drag my hand from my panties.

“Don’t move,” he growls.

I stay there, frozen, my fingers still resting on my throbbing clit, my body pleading for me to continue.

The alpha’s hand brushes down my arm, halting at my wrist and the waistband of my panties.

“Shit,” he groans.

“I’m so sorry. This–”

“Don’t stop, Omega.”

“Wh-what?”

“I said, don’t stop.” He nudges my wrist.