Page 4 of Rescued by Four Alphas (Claimed by the Four Alphas #2)

I grab Evan's hand and pull him toward the car; my body is already humming with need. The pendant rests cool against my throat, a reminder of his overprotective nature and how much I plan to make him pay for it tonight.

"Someone's eager," Evan says with that smug smile I both hate and love.

"You have no idea." I press my thighs together; the friction only makes my arousal worse. "Drive fast."

He opens the passenger door for me, brushing my lower back with his hand. Even that slight touch sends electricity through my body. Pregnancy hormones have turned my sex drive up to eleven, and right now, I want nothing more than to climb this man like a tree.

"Should I be worried?" Evan asks as he slides behind the wheel.

I laugh and place my hand on his thigh, inching it upward. "You know me so well."

His breath catches when my fingers brush against the bulge in his pants. "Dahlia, I'm trying to drive."

"Then drive." I squeeze gently. "Consider this... motivation to get us to the hotel quickly."

He floors the accelerator, and I smile to myself.

The drive to the hotel is only twenty minutes, but it stretches endlessly, thick with anticipation.

The city lights blur past us, but I hardly notice.

I’m too focused on what’s coming. By the time we pull into the private garage beneath the towering hotel, Evan's knuckles are white on the steering wheel, and my body hums with tightly coiled energy.

We step into the elevator, alone. The moment the doors close, his hand finds mine, but I pull away, just enough to keep him on edge.

“Not yet,” I whisper.

Our suite is on the top floor. It's sleek, expensive, and secluded.

The kind of place that feels like it exists outside of real life.

The second the door clicks shut behind us, I turn to face him.

He stands there in his perfect suit, his perfect hair now slightly mussed from my fingers, and his perfect mouth seductively open.

I step between his legs, running my hands along his shoulders, feeling the firm muscle beneath my fingertips. Something is intoxicating about having this powerful man watching me with such hunger in his eyes.

"I'm going to take my time with you," I whisper, leaning in to press my lips to his collarbone.

But Evan has other ideas. His hands find my waist, firm and commanding. "No, you're not."

Before I can respond, he spins me around, pulling me against his chest. His lips find my neck, hot and demanding as he reaches for the zipper of my dress.

"Evan," I gasp as cool air hits my skin, the zipper sliding down with agonizing slowness.

"You've been teasing me all night," he murmurs against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. "My turn now."

The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in just my lace underwear and the sapphire pendant. His hands slide over my curves, pausing at the slight swell of my belly. There's reverence in his touch now, mingling with hunger.

"Look at you," he breathes. "Carrying our children. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?"

I turn to face him, reaching for his tie. "Let me.”

"No." He catches my wrists, his grip gentle but unyielding. "Tonight, you don't do anything. Tonight, you let me take care of you."

My protest dies on my lips as he lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to the massive bed that dominates the room. He lays me down with surprising gentleness, arranging pillows beneath my back.

"Comfortable?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.

I nod, unable to form words as he begins to undress. He takes his time, his eyes never leaving mine as he removes his tie, his jacket, his shirt. Each newly revealed inch of skin makes my mouth water.

When he's down to just his boxer briefs, the outline of his erection impossible to miss, he kneels on the bed between my legs.

"These need to go," he says, hooking his fingers under the waistband of my panties.

I lift my hips to help him, and he slides them down my legs with torturous slowness. My bra follows, leaving me completely naked except for the pendant.

"Perfect," he murmurs, his hands skimming up my thighs, over my hips, to cup my breasts. "So fucking perfect."

My breasts have grown more sensitive with pregnancy, and when his thumbs brush over my nipples, I arch off the bed with a gasp.

"Sensitive?" he asks with a knowing smile.

"You know they are," I breathe.

"Let's see just how sensitive." He lowers his head, his mouth closing around one nipple while his fingers tease the other.

The dual sensation is almost too much. I cry out, my hands flying to his hair, holding him against me. The wet heat of his tongue sends jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

"Evan," I moan as he sucks harder, using just enough teeth to walk the line between pleasure and pain. "Oh god."

He switches to my other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. My body writhes beneath him, seeking more contact, more pressure, more of everything.

"Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm asking for.

He lifts his head, his eyes dark with desire. "Please what, Dahlia? Tell me what you need."

"I need you," I pant. "Inside me. Now."

"Not yet." He presses a kiss between my breasts, then begins to move lower, trailing his lips down my stomach. "First, I want to taste you."

He settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them wider apart. The first swipe of his tongue through my folds tears a cry from my throat. I'm already embarrassingly wet, and his appreciative groan tells me he's noticed.

"You taste even better than I remember," he murmurs against me.

His tongue circles my clit with deliberate precision, applying just the right amount of pressure. Two fingers slide inside me, curling to find that spot that makes me see stars.

"Right there," I gasp, my hips bucking against his face. "Don't stop."

He doesn't. If anything, he increases his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony. The pressure builds inside me, a coiling tension that threatens to snap at any moment.

"I'm close," I warn, my thighs trembling on either side of his head.

He hums against me, the vibration pushing me closer to the edge. His free hand grips my hip, holding me in place as he devours me.

When he sucks my clit between his lips, I shatter. The orgasm rips through me with such force that I cry out his name, my back arching off the bed despite the pillows supporting me. Waves of pleasure crash over me, and still, he doesn't stop, drawing out my release until I'm gasping for breath.

Only when I push weakly at his head, too sensitive to continue, does he finally pull back. His chin glistens with my arousal, and the sight makes me clench with renewed desire.

"Evan," I reach for him, needing him closer. "Please. I want you inside me."

He rises on his knees, pushing his boxer briefs down to free his erection. He's hard and ready, the head of his cock already shiny with pre-cum.

"How do you want it?" he asks, stroking himself slowly.

"Hard," I say without hesitation. "Fast. I need to feel you."

A dangerous smile spreads across his face. "As you wish."

He positions himself at my entrance, teasing me with just the tip. I whimper, trying to push down onto him, but his hand on my hip holds me still.

"Patience," he murmurs.

"Fuck patience," I growl. "Fuck me."

That's all it takes. He thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke. We both groan at the sensation, and for a moment, he remains still, letting me adjust to his size.

"Move," I demand, digging my nails into his shoulders.

He does, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The force of it pushes me up the bed, and he grabs my hips to hold me in place as he sets a punishing rhythm.

"Is this what you wanted?" he grunts, his hips snapping against mine. "To be fucked like this?"

"Yes," I gasp, meeting each thrust with equal force. "Harder."

He complies, his pace becoming almost brutal. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with our desperate moans. Each thrust hits that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of pleasure up my spine.

"You're so tight," he groans, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks. "So fucking perfect."

I wrap my legs around his waist, changing the angle to take him even deeper. The new position makes me cry out as he hits places inside me I didn't even know existed.

"There!" I gasp, feeling another orgasm building rapidly. "Right there!"

He maintains the angle, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his release approaches. One hand slides between us to circle my clit, and that's all it takes to push me over the edge again.

"Evan!" I scream as pleasure explodes through me, more intense than before.

My inner walls clench around him, pulling him deeper, and with a guttural groan, he follows me into oblivion. I feel him pulsing inside me, filling me with his release as his hips jerk against mine.

For a moment, we stay connected, both panting and trembling with aftershocks. Then he carefully withdraws, collapsing beside me on the bed.

"Fuck," he breathes, pulling me against his chest.

His hand finds my belly, resting protectively over our growing children. "Did I hurt you? Or the babies?"

I smile against his skin. "No. They're fine. I'm better than fine."

"Good." He presses a kiss to my forehead. "Because I'm not done with you yet."