Page 105 of Ruthless Alpha Beast

Her bra slips away, and suddenly she’s bare in the sunlight. My breath catches, my eyes unbearably weary.

Her breasts are before me like two frosted cupcakes glowing innocently beneath the sunlight, my wolf howls inside me, wild and uncontrollable.

I worship her, my mouth on her breasts, my tongue tracing every perfect inch as she tips her head back, offering herself to me with sounds that drive me insane.. Her nubs are sweet, perfectly hard candies beneath my tongue.

I take each breast into my mouth and then trail my tongue up her neck, her face, and behind her ears.

She moans, tightening her hold around my neck.

Her moans feed me, consume me, make me lose myself in her. I grind against her, my need pressing hard, letting her feel just how close I am to breaking. I can’t get enough.

Her legs squeeze around my waist, urging me to go deeper.

“Jasper,” she breathes with desperation. My name on her lips will never not drive me wild. I shudder.

“I need you,” I murmur against her throat. “Right here. Now.”

Her body arches, her legs lock around my waist, and the plea in her eyes destroys me. I can’t believe that I get to have her like this.

I don’t hesitate.

I plant my tongue there as I slide one hand down between us, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.

She’s already so wet, the sensation making me groan against her soft neck.

“Fuck, Tara.”

Her hips buck against my fingers that work around her clit in circles. She’s frantic and crazed, and I tease her at first, slowly touching her folds.

I savor the way she digs into me.

“You’re perfect,” I murmur into her, dragging my lips along her jaw and back to her neck. She tastes so goddamn sweet.

Tara whimpers.

That’s all I need to increase my tempo and fuck her with my fingers as she rocks against me. I want to give her everything—more pleasure than she’s ever dreamed of. She deserveseverything.

“Please,” she begs.

The sound of her voice is too much. I abandon whatever control I have left and pull the last of her dripping panties to the side.

My body aligns with hers instinctively.

The moment my hardness teases her center, she lets out a groan—low, primal, desperate—and it shoots straight through me. Her slickness coats me, each drop of her need making me ache to claim her.

Now Tara takes control, rocking herself up and down my member. Rotating her hips, bucking with need.

I kiss her gently, as restrained as possible, as I guide my dick inside her folds.

Her heat wraps around me, inch by inch, and as I ease myself further, I let out a guttural moan.

“Fuck, Tara,” I rasp, almost losing my grip on the tree as her tightness pulls me deeper.

There’s that euphoric wave again, the one that tingles and swirls around my bloodstream.

I’ve never experienced that with anyone else before. It’s like a lightning bolt, little mini fireworks setting off in my body.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, urging me to keep going.