Page 28 of The Bookseller and the Alpha (Witch Twins #1)

Luc

My heart pounded in my chest, my breathing ragged.

This was exquisite torture and I could feel my resolve crumbling.

All my good intentions burned away. Her hair draping on my chest had been the most erotic sensation I’d ever experienced.

Almost of their own volition my hands had reached out to take fistfuls of the dark, satiny threads.

I tugged and was rewarded by a bewitching moan.

She needs us, Luc , Beast whispered from his dark corner.

No longer battering at my mind for control he’d become the devil on my shoulder.

Smell her ripeness. It is our duty as her mate to pleasure her .

He was right. I could smell her arousal.

It filled my nostrils, sweet and luscious, like her.

And it was my duty. My duty and my privilege as her Alpha to provide her pleasure.

An Alpha who didn’t pleasure his mate when she needed it was no Alpha at all.

Fuck. Between them, Caly and Beast were destroying the last of my self-control.

My fists clenched in her hair and she moaned again.

The sound went straight to my cock and it leaked pre-cum.

If we didn’t stop now, it would be too late for me to stop.

She was so small. We could easily pick her up in our arms. She would wrap her legs around our waist. Our claws would shred the shorts with one slice.

We could take her against the wall, bury our cock deep in her body.

It would be hard and fast and she would scream our name as she came.

I no longer knew how to separate my own thoughts from Beast’s.

For the first time in my life our objectives aligned.

The visual was so powerful I shuddered. Not until I have her consent. Pulling the last scraps of my sanity to me I gently pulled her to a sitting position, so I could make eye contact. Her skin was flushed to a rosy pink and her lips were plump and moist. Her eyes were glazed with desire.

My throat was dry, my voice gravelly, layered with Beast’s deeper tones. This was the hardest thing I’d ever had to say. “Caly, if you want me to stop, you need to say so. Right now. You’ve been hurt and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Fool , Beast snarled. She needs us .

In reply, Caly rolled her hips. “Don’t you dare stop,” she said, her voice husky. “I feel good. No, better than good. I feel amazing. We feel amazing.”

She shuffled slightly backwards on my lap.

I could feel the dampness on the shorts that covered her sweet cunt and her scent surrounded me.

I held back the snarl that built in my throat.

I wanted to taste her sweetness. To lick and suck and feast on her.

I wanted to gorge myself on the taste of her until nothing existed but her.

My arms ached with the need to draw her close, but I maintained a gentle grip on her waist, holding her away from my body, giving her the space to think.

“Are you sure?” Please. Sweetheart. Say yes .

It would just about kill me if she rejected me now. But I would respect her wishes.

Her eyes dropped to the erection tenting my pants, then slowly, deliberately, she brought down one hand. Her fingernail scraped the length of my cock. My eyes just about crossed.

“Fuck me.”

Thank all the gods and saints. “Your wish is my command.” Holding one hand to the nape of her neck, my mouth captured hers in a harsh kiss.

I dominated her mouth, stroking with my tongue.

Then I captured her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging it gently, letting her feel just a touch of pain before licking the bite to soothe it.

My other hand snaked under the shirt she was wearing and moved to her breast, finding a nipple.

I tweaked it and her body jolted in response, back bowing, the movement thrusting her breasts into my face.