Page 60 of My Three Hometown Alphas

He sprinted over here in his underwear to get to me in the middle of the night during a horrible storm. That’s the only thing I can process right now.

“Will,” I breathe out his name on an exhale. My eyes lock on his.

He doesn’t say anything as the weight of the tension grows thick in the air, making it hard to breathe.

I want him so bad. It’s making it hard to function without… him.

His fingers slide into my hair. He tilts my head up toward him even more.

“Fuck it,” he whispers before crashing his lips against mine.

The kiss is everything I knew it would be. It’s demanding and ruled by pure need that makes me weak in his hold. I grip his forearms, my nails biting into his skin from how hard I’m gripping him.

He doesn’t seem fazed, though. He’s only concerned about sliding his tongue against me, discovering me in this new way.

I don’t even care that his dripping body is pressed against mine, making me as wet as he is.In more ways than one.

I just want more of him. I want to touch, to kiss every inch of him.

He wraps his arms around me, moving me up against the pillows. His large body settles between my thighs. His hard length grinds against me as he resumes the kiss.

My hands are everywhere, exploring every ridge and valley of his body I can reach. One of my hands dips below the waistband of his boxers, my nails scraping against his ass.

“Fuck,” he gasps, pulling his lips away from mine.

He moves back enough to slide his hands up under my oversized T-shirt. Fingers inch over my ribs, grazing across my nipples.

“Ahh,” I whimper.

His touch is gone for a second before my shirts is tugged over my head.

“So pretty,” he says, reverently running his thumbs over my peaked nipples.

His lips are back on mine in the next breath, like he can’t stand to be separated from me for another second. Our last pieces of wet clothing are removed between drugging kisses that make my head feel fuzzy and my clit throb with need.

I wrap my legs around him as he hovers above me. “Condom?” he asks, obviously restraining himself from pushing inside my dripping pussy, which is already begging for his attention.

“I’m on birth control,” I say, barely controlling my own need. “And clean, if you trust your brothers.”

I half-expect him to cringe at my words, but he just nods.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, running his thumb down the side of my face.

I don’t even think about it. “Yes,” I say because I do, whole-heartedly.

“Good,” he says, easing in the slightest amount. “Because I don’t want anything between us.”

“Me either,” I say, running my hands across his toned back.

All the air escapes my lungs as he thrust all the way inside of me.

My brain goes hazy at the feel of him plunging so deep. It’s a feeling I know I’ll never forget, not that I’ll want to.

At first, his pace is slow and measured. It seems he’s intent on torturing me on the climb. His lips worship me as he peppers kisses across my skin with every thrust of his hips.

In my blissed-out state, I lose track of time. I’m only in tune with the feeling of his body and mine.

We roll over until I’m straddling his waist with his cock still buried deep. I brace my palms against his chest as I start to grind against him.