Page 89 of Want It All

Fuck.

Her taste wasn’t as strong as it should have been because of her blockers, but it was enough; chocolate spread over my tongue and down my throat, with its delicious chaser of roasted almond. I groaned and my cock jerked, rubbing painfully against the unforgiving crotch of my jeans.

‘Okay, but that isunfair,’ she said thickly, watching me lick my fingers with evident enjoyment. I caught a hint of her scent on the breeze and dropped my face immediately to her neck, rubbing my nose over her scent gland to try to catch more.

‘Please let me do that every day,’ I said into her skin.

She gave a soft laugh. ‘Are you begging me, alpha?’

‘On my fuckingknees.’

She made a pleased humming sound; her fingers went to my belt. ‘Can I?’

I nodded my agreement with a rumbling purr.

She shot me a wry look. ‘So you can be naked out here, but I can’t?’

‘I already have a criminal record,’ I joked.

She snorted, and pulled down my zipper. ‘Oh,’ she said, her eyes widening, a flash of white in the dark.‘Oh.’

The alpha beneath my skin huffed smugly. ‘You don’t have to –’ I started, then swallowed my words when she shifted back from my hold, ducked down, and licked my swollen head.

My hands bunched in the blanket beneath me.‘Fuck.’

Her tongue slid over me, then found the sensitive spot on the underside of my shaft. Lapping like a cat, shehummedagain as I writhed, breathing hard at the sight – and the feel – of her hand wrapping around me as her hot tongue lathed over me. ‘I can’t tell you how good that feels,’ I said hoarsely.

‘I want you inside me,’ she said, as if in answer.

My eyes began to cloud, and I froze.

A hand cupped my cheek. ‘Byron,’ Rose whispered. ‘We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. You’re so amazing, alpha. We can just talk some more. Or go back inside.’

I inhaled as white misted my vision; it narrowed until all I could see was Rose, kneeling before me, her hand warm on my cheek.

I waited for the memories to come, for the sounds and visions and the pain, but her fingers stroked over my cheek, and –

It didn’t happen.

Her fingers traced my brow, my cheekbones, my chin. ‘Alpha,’ she whispered again.

I pulled her back into my lap and spread her skirt around us.

She made a surprised sound, and a pleased one a moment later when she lowered her hips and my head slid through her wetness. The white didn’t leave my vision, but it didn’t spread, either, leaving Rose as the only thing I could see, the only thing I could think about. Relief spread through me.

A rut, I thought.I’m finally in a rut.

‘Byron,’ she said softly. ‘Do you want this?’

I answered honestly. ‘More than I’ve ever wanted anything.’

She kissed me gently, then I almost passed out as she started sinking down, my cock enveloped by her velvet heat.

Holy fucking hell.

She worked her way down, pausing halfway. Even in the dark, I could see the points of colour high on her cheeks, twin shadows on her moonlit skin. ‘Fuck, Byron,’ she panted. ‘So fucking full.’ She rose up on her knees then let herself drop, taking more of me before repeating the motion.

I slid my hands back up her thighs and pressed my thumb to her clit. She arched her back and slammed her hips down, taking me to the root before freezing in place, panting.