Page 139 of To Scale the Emerald Mountain

With each sweep of his tongue, my hips roll towards his.

Alec’s graceful fingers work their way over the fabric of my shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of my pants a fraction with each pass. When it finally breaks free, his fingertips dance below the hem to reach my bare skin.

I mewl at his touch, and he chuckles into my mouth as he splays his hands across my hips under my shirt. Alec starts inching those teasing fingers up until he brushes the pads of his fingers over each one of my ribs, slowly, as if trying to intimately memorize each one.

I gasp as the overwhelming sensation of his simple touch sends my want into overdrive, wetness rapidly building between my legs.

My head tilts to the side to deepen our kiss, eliciting a groan from Alec that gives me a sense of power in new ways I’ve never considered being capable of.

He pulls away a fraction, gazing down at me lovingly before his head lowers. His lips land just above my clavicle, kissing along it as two of his long, slender fingers find the column of my neck and start tracing down.

I’m breathless and pulling at the silky strands of his blood-caked hair when he stops his mouth above the tender swells of my breasts.

My breaths heave as I roll my hips into him, desperate for any friction.

Years of lusting for this perfect man who refused to touch me—to kiss me—because of our vast age difference is crashing down on me at once.

My senses are overwhelmed with Alec’s touch, making me tremble and moan.

I’m dying for more.

He pushes his hardness into me, letting me feel every long, thick inch. “Do you feel my desire for you?” he whispers against my sensitive skin. “I desire to be near you, always; to make you smile and laugh and then steal the sound with my mouth to selfishly keep for myself.”

Alec quickly moves up and sucks the lobe of my ear just barely between his lips before capturing it in his teeth.

“I desire to touch you, to bathe in your scent, to breathe your very air.” Alec’s face is before mine; our noses touch. His mouth is parted with panting breaths against my lips, gorging on my air. “I desire to know how your silky little cunt feels while I push myself so deeply inside it, you could never scrape me out. But my desire for you runs far deeper than my all consuming lust. Your very existence is all consuming.”

Alec’s declaration has me hot and panting—melting into a pliant puddle, just for him.

His mouth meets mine, and I open for him, letting his tongue enter in a long, lazy sweep. He groans into me as he continues to kiss me hard, hungry, hot. The wetness pooling between my thighs soaks into my clothing as he draws more of my hot need out of me with each pass of his tongue.

I’m grinding into him shamelessly, moaning at how blissful pleasure builds in me just from the way he kisses me and the way I seek sweet friction against him.

Alec swiftly breaks our kiss, our lips making an obscene noise as they separate while I’m still fighting to devour him. He pats my thigh before unhooking my ankles and steps away. He not so discreetly tucks the head of his massive erection into the waistband of his pants, effectively hiding it.

“What—?” He leaves me a hot, panting mess on the counter, watching him with complete disbelief as he starts opening cabinets.

“I am famished,” Alec smiles at me cockily over his shoulder.

I jump down and stride to him angrily before pushing his arm. “Why’d you stop?”

Alec pulls out a knife and starts cutting into a loaf of bread, his hands still covered in dried blood. “We will not be intimate for the first time in a kitchen, where anyone could walk in, my clove.” He brings a piece of bread up to my mouth, indicating for me to open, and seductively feeding me a bite. “If anyone hears those delicious noises you make, I will have to kill them.”

I glower at Alec as I chew; but the thought of him killing someone for hearing my noises of pleasure makes me tingly and warm. He kisses my cheek and reaches behind me, lightly slapping my ass before cupping it rough, pulling me against his still hard cock tucked away, making me squeal.

“Or perhaps I just want to make you know a fraction of what I have these weeks while I have longed to touch and taste you and you have denied me what is mine. Perhaps I will take you upstairs and edge you for hours, until you are begging me to fill you. Until you would welcome death just to get a reprieve.”

Alec pushes away from me and leans against the counter, crossing his arms and watching me with intensity, amused fire dancing in his eyes. “Or maybe I will just feed you an illusion of me fucking you. I could stand across the room and watch you as you writhe on the floor, thinking you are riding my cock. I could watch as you come for me, without ever touching you at all.”

His dark promise takes me completely off guard. Alec has never been anything but appropriate and respectful towards me and thesudden turn has me reeling. I’m imagining the scene he’s laid out for me, bringing forth a new wave of desire. My knees go weak. I lean into him. He meets me halfway, scooping me into his arms.

“Mmm,” Alec hums happily, a smile playing on his full lips. “You like my filthy words, Elly?”

“Yes,” I murmur in a lusty whisper.

Alec laughs and kisses the tip of my nose. “Know that I will not truly fuck you until you are ready to accept all of me.”

Until you are ready to complete our bond.He doesn’t have to say it for me to know that’s what he means.