Chapter Thirteen #2
“Goddamn, Wonderland,” I murmur against her pliant lips. “You taste like fucking dynamite, baby.”
Moaning, she winds her arms around my neck, fighting to get closer as she tries to match each stroke of my tongue.
My hands drop to her ass, cupping the supple flesh as I lift her off her feet. Her legs hug my waist as I walk us over to the sofa that sits in the center of the room, bringing her down on top of me.
She inhales lungfuls of air as my lips move down the exposed skin of her throat, licking, tasting, and biting as I try to fill this insatiable hunger that claws at me from the inside out.
My mouth follows the path of my hands as I slip the straps of her dress down her shoulders, exposing the white lace bra beneath. I lean back to get a look at her and groan. Smooth, creamy skin plunges from the top while pink little buds press against the lace, just begging to be touched.
My gaze lifts to meet hers. Lust and wonder rage in those crystal blue eyes, but so does her innocence.
My hand lifts, cupping the warmness that fills her cheeks. “We’ll take this slow. I’m going to take care of you, make you feel good. We’ll go no further than that, okay?”
A sweet expression softens her face. She encircles my wrist with her hand and leans into my touch. “I’m so glad you found me.”
The heartfelt words wash over me like a tidal wave, submerging me in a sea I never want to break free from.
“Me too, baby.” My voice is gruff. “More than you will ever know.”
My hand hooks behind her neck as I reel her in for a second time, taking what I’ll never be able to live without again.
What I now claim as mine.
Within seconds she melts against me, any remaining inhibition she might have had obliterating with every stroke of my tongue. It has me reaching for the clasp in the middle of her bra and flicking it open, sending all that bare flesh tumbling free.
A growl shreds my throat at the sight I’m met with. “Look how fucking pretty you are.” I cup all that warm skin in my hands, her tight, little nipples scraping against my palms.
Her head drops back on a harsh moan, back arching as she presses herself further into my touch.
“Feel good, Alice?”
“Incredible,” she breathes out, wonderment laced within her voice.
“How about this?” Leaning in, I suck one candy pink nipple into my mouth.
The sound of her pleasure desecrates the air as she lights up under my touch.
“So responsive,” I groan.
I spend time suckling the tight, little bud before moving to do the same to the other.
She grinds down on my raging cock like a greedy little vixen. “Please,” she begs, the needy plea testing the limits of my control.
I shove my hand between us, dipping my fingers into the thin lace to explore all that hot, wet heat.
It sends her hips driving forward as another cry sails past her lips.
“Fucking soaked,” I groan, pulling back to look up at her. “Tell me something, Alice. Were you this turned on when you were watching me stroke my cock in the shower this morning?”
She stops all movement, her eyes shyly meeting mine before she gives me a single nod.
I smirk at her honesty. “Me too, baby. It made me so fucking hard. Do you know what I was thinking about?”
She shakes her head shyly, but we both know she’s lying.
However, I play along. “I imagined you were in there with me, down on your knees sucking my cock with your hot, little mouth.”
Her eyes fall closed, a look of ecstasy spreading across her face as if she’s imagining it in this very moment. When her eyes reopen, she confesses something of her own. “I wanted to come in with you, but I was scared.”
The admission is like gasoline, fueling the flames roaring beneath my skin. “You never have to be scared with me, Wonderland. I’ll always take care of you.”
She smiles back at me and it might be the prettiest smile I’ve seen on her yet.
This time she makes the first move, her head lowering as she gives me another taste of her mouth. I renew my efforts below, my fingers grazing over her swollen clit.
It drives her wild, her hips bucking against the touch as she chases the high she salivates for.
So sensitive.
So perfect.
So fucking mine…
I decide to give her a little more, slipping the tip of my finger into her snug entrance, just barely penetrating.
Her surprised breath trails into a moan as she moves against me, trying to take me deeper.
I hold back, refusing to break that thin layer of skin protecting her innocence.
“More,” she begs against my mouth.
“No, baby, we go no further than this.”
Ignoring me, she pushes down again, trying to force herself further on my finger.
It almost shatters what’s left of my control.
Growling, I slip my finger out and fist her hair with my other hand, slightly pulling her head back. “When the time comes, the only thing that is going to be breaking this virgin barrier of yours will be my cock. Got it?”
She nods, but there is no denying the disappointment on her face.
“But don’t worry, baby. I’m still going to make you feel really good.”
Switching the angle of my wrist, I prop the heel of my hand against her pussy, covering every inch of her hot flesh. “Ride it,” I order.
She peers down at me, cheeks flushed and gaze half-mast, before she obeys, pressing against my palm. I push back, meeting the motion, pulling a fiery gasp from her.
“Again!”
She follows the demand.
My other hand moves to her hip to help guide her, creating a rhythm she eventually finds on her own. “That’s it, baby. Fuck my hand, show me how bad you want it.”
Hot, little moans spill from her, every keening sound pulsing through my body like an electric current.
“One day you’re going to ride my cock like this, Alice. You on top, your pretty tits bouncing in my face, taunting me, as you take me hard and deep.”
“Please, Braxten,” she whimpers. “I don’t think I can take anymore…”
Taking pity on her, I twist my palm back and forth, applying more pressure and speed than she can handle and it has her detonating like a fragile bomb.
Her pleasure catapults through the air as she cries out her release.
I look up, wanting to witness the ecstasy on her face, to drown in it right along with her, and that’s when I see Knox standing just inside the doorway. His hand is on the handle as if he just entered.
Our eyes lock overtop an unbeknownst Alice, my entire body stiffening at the lust raging in my brother’s eyes as he watches what’s mine fall apart. More than lust, though, is a betrayal so strong it rips apart my chest.
As if sensing the war that battles within me, he abruptly turns and walks out, closing the door silently behind him. The finality of it sounds off with a boom, shattering what’s left of the bond forever.
Alice collapses against my chest, unable to remain upright, her breathing hot and heavy, fanning my skin as she continues to fight for air.
“I got you.” Pressing a kiss to her damp temple, I grab the blanket off the back of the sofa and cover her before laying us down, bringing her to lay on top of me.
Her fingers grip my shirt as she curls in, fitting as if she was made just for me.
The thought has my eyes shifting back to the closed door my brother just walked out of, guilt settling bone deep as I remember the pain on his face.
As much as it fucking kills me to know this moment has officially changed the trajectory of our future, after getting this small taste of Alice, I know it can’t be any other way.
For the first time in my life, I want something just for me.
I refuse to share her and will be keeping her as mine and mine alone.
Forever .