Page 34 of The Sole Suspect
I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up. “That was Tom Ford!”
“Fuck Tom Ford,” he insisted, stepping out of his pants and kicking them aside. His naked body gleamed in the moonlight, all hard muscle and alpha power. He paused, drinking in my amusement with a quirked brow. “Something funny about my priorities, little cobbler?”
“No,” I breathed, laughter giving way to desire as he finally stood bare before me. “They’re perfect. You’re perfect.”
In response, he lowered his head to press his lips to the hollow of my throat, then trailed kisses down my chest. Each touch of his mouth sent sparks across my skin, heightened by the heat hormones coursing through my system.
His hands slid down my sides, leaving trails of fire in their wake as he dropped to his knees before me. The sight of him—this powerful alpha on his knees, looking up at me with naked hunger—sent another rush of slick through my core. He pressed his face to my hip, inhaling deeply at the scent gland there before trailing his tongue along the sensitive crease where thigh met torso.
My hands found his hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as my head fell back. “Dom,” I gasped as his breath ghosted over my aching hardness.
“Going to take care of you,” he promised, gripping my thighs. “Going to make you feel so good.”
His mouth closed around me, hot and perfect. A cry escaped me as pleasure shot through my body, my knees threatening to buckle. His hands steadied me, strong and sure, as he worked me with devastating skill.
Through half-lidded eyes, I watched him, struck by the beauty of his submission even as he controlled the pace. This was no mindless rut—this was Dominic, choosing to worship me even as his instincts urged him to claim.
Too soon, I felt myself approaching the edge. “Wait,” I managed, tugging gently at his hair. “Together. I want us together.”
He pulled back, pressing one last kiss to my hip before rising to his full height. “Bed?” he asked, the single word carrying all his intent.
I nodded, moving backward until my legs hit the mattress. I sank down onto the sheets, then crawled backward, making room for his larger frame. He followed, his motions reminiscent of a hunter pursuing his quarry—yet his eyes held more than just hunger. There was tenderness there, and something deeper that made my chest ache.
My hands gripped his thighs as he positioned himself above me, feeling the corded muscle beneath hot skin. Slick pooled beneath me on the sheets as my body prepared itself for mating. The musky scent of alpha arousal filled the room, mixing with the sweet, ripe scent of my heat.
Then, his weight was on me, pressing me into the mattress as he buried his nose against my neck, scenting me. I wiggled beneath him, enjoying the attention but wanting—craving—more. My omega instincts urged me to present, to offer myself to my alpha.
As if sensing my need, Dominic rolled to his side, helping me turn onto my stomach. I pushed up onto my hands and knees, arching my back in an instinctual display that drew a growl of approval from him. His palm smoothed down my spine, the touch both soothing and incendiary.
“Perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “You’re perfect, Leo.”
His lips traced the same path his hand had taken, kissing down my back until he reached the curve of my ass. I buried my face in the pillow, overwhelmed by sensation as his tongue dipped lower, tasting the slick that gathered at my entrance. A muffled cry escaped me as pleasure shot through my system.
After a few minutes, he pulled away, his breathing ragged. “Need to be inside you,” he growled, moving up my body. “Need to claim what’s mine.”
His fingers found my entrance, already slick and ready for him. He pushed two inside, drawing a desperate cry from my lips as they curled against that perfect spot within me. “So wet for me. Your body knows who you belong to.”
“Yes,” I gasped, pushing back against his hand. “Yours, alpha. Only yours.”
He withdrew his fingers, using my slick to coat his length before positioning himself at my entrance. A tremor ran through me as I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. He draped himself over my back, his chest a solid wall of heat against my skin.
“Tell me you want this,” he murmured in my ear, his restraint evident in the tension of his body. His chest expanded against my back with each carefully measured breath.
“Please,” I begged, past the point of pride. “I need you inside me. Need your knot.” My voice broke on the words, desperation clouding my thoughts.
Even in this moment, with his alpha pheromones flooding my senses and his hardness pressed against me, Dominic’s self-control remained unbroken. He was nothing like the stories of alphas who took without preamble, all aggression and teeth in their ruts. Instead, he waited—patient, demanding consent even when every instinct must have been screaming at him to claim, to take. The realization made me want him even more, this man whose iron will could withstand even the primal pull between us until he knew I was truly ready.
With a groan, he pressed forward, the thick head of his cock stretching me open. The burn was exquisite, my body yielding to the intrusion even as it demanded more. I pushed back against him, taking him deeper.
“Fuucck… so tight,” he grunted, his fingers digging into my hips, restraining me regardless of my efforts to drive myself onto his burning, substantial length. “So perfect around me.”
A keening sound escaped me as he seated himself fully, the sensation of completeness overwhelming. My arms trembled beneath me, threatening to give way under the onslaught of pleasure.
He paused, letting me adjust, his body a cage of heat and muscle around mine. One hand slid up to my chest, pulling me back against him as he nuzzled the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.
“More than okay,” I gasped, rocking my hips backwards, begging for more. “Please move.”
He established a rhythm that quickly built from measured to fierce, each forward motion striking something inside me that sent electric pleasure radiating outward. The headboard knocked against the wall in counterpoint to his movements, my cries growing more unrestrained with each precise thrust.