Page 74 of Fourth Base with the Alpha

“Isabella?”

“Hmmm,” I say, rolling my tongue over his cock head.

“Are you on birth control?”

I snap my head back up. Oh shit. We’re doing this now. “Yes,” I swallow. “And it’s been a while since … so …”

“Same.”

I tilt my head to one side to consider him. “Seriously?”

He’s been voted one of the sexiest men on the planet at least five times. Getting laid must be as easy as stepping outside his door and clicking his fingers. He must screw women more often than he eats a hot meal.

“Yes.”

I raise a skeptical eyebrow. “Come on–”

“Screwing around gets old. And meaningless.”

My heart spasms in my chest and my throat tightens. Are we not screwing around then? Is this something more?

I bat that dangerous thought deep down inside me and screw the lid firmly back in place so it can’t jump out again.

No, this isn’t anything serious. Building my hopes up is a dangerous gamble. You’re only given one heart in a lifetime and mine is already damaged. I’m not betting on this.

“Then …” I peer down at his stiff cock and then up to his sky-blue eyes.

He reaches out and traces his knuckles over my cheek.

“Are you nervous?”

“Your cock is like ten inches long and who knows how many wide.” I shake my head with a smile. “Yeah, I’m nervous.”

“You’re an omega. You can handle me.” He cradles my chin in his palm, lifting my gaze to his. “Besides, I’m going to take good care of you, Omega.”

He rolls up to sit beside me, and strokes his thumb along my jaw before kissing me.

The wick from the lamp hisses and the water outside laps against the sand. The light flickers low. It’s dreamy and romantic. Like I’m existing inside my very own romance movie. I mean, girls like me don’t get to make out with rock stars in beautiful wood cabins by the sea.

Gently, as I swoon under the influence of his kiss, he guides me closer, and closer, until my arms are wound around his neck, our bodies flush against one another.

The bed groans as he rolls us down onto the pillowy mattress, not breaking our kiss. He nudges open my legs with his knee and braces his body with his arms. I’m cocooned by the sheer size of his body, but I’m not crushed. How someone so giant can be so gentle amazes me.

I relax. I trust him. I know he won’t hurt me. I know he’ll be gentle if I need him to be. Slow until I’m ready.

He kisses me some more, his tongue searching deep inside my mouth, his teeth nipping and scraping against my lips. He tastes of cinnamon and sugar and coffee. His mouth is warm and wet.

I sink further into his arms, into the mattress, into my feelings.

He moves, his cock nudging at my entrance. I whimper, spreading my thighs further, signaling to him I’m ready, that I want him, all of him.

He plunges inside, and I suck in air through my teeth.

“Omega?” he asks, pausing. I exhale as he kisses my neck, my ear, my shoulder, nuzzling me and telling me how much he wants this. How much he wants me.

I close my eyes and he pushes in further, my walls relaxing around him. He’s big, so big I’m not sure how much of him I can take, but the friction, oh the friction.

“Don’t stop,” I gasp and with a whine, he thrusts further. The movement is careful, controlled.