PROLOGUE #2
His eyes burn into mine.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“I really want you to do everything you said downstairs.”
There’s something wild in the smile that tips his lips.
“Is that right?”
“Mhm.” My breath catches when I feel him wrap his arm around my waist, pulling me tighter against him. “In fact, I’ve been dying to get out of this suit for hours.”
His grin is feral, and—
Are we moving?
“I can definitely help you with that,” he says, the promise sending delicious tingles through every inch of me.
Tingles that turn into a full-body tremble when my back hits the wall, and Devon towers over me, caging me in against the hard surface.
“Can I taste you?” he asks, his hot breath already fanning my lips.
“Please,” I whisper, the word barely out before Devon crashes our mouths together.
It’s annihilating, a kiss that’s meant to ruin.
It’s striking a match, knowing the flames will burn your world down.
It’s a claiming and a surrender.
And it sets my body alight.
His lips move on mine, sucking, nipping, devouring, until all conscious thought flees, and I can only… feel.
His hands hold me prisoner, guiding me the way he wants me, cradling my face, gripping my nape, every touch leaving behind a trail of fire. A trail of destruction.
He parts my lips, and takes my mouth hard, licking inside with possessive, ruthless strokes, stripping me of everything civilized, demanding I give him everything.
Yes. Take everything.
A growl of approval builds in his throat as if I spoke the words out loud.
Or maybe he simply knows because I completely melt, fisting his shirt to get him closer, tighter, more, broken moans, shuddering breaths, and soft whimpers spilling from me uncontrollably.
I’m hard, and slick, and hot. So hot. I need—I need—
Devon tears his mouth away from mine, an inhuman sound ripping out of him that has me looking up at him blearily. His eyes are silver and crazed, roaming over my face, down my torso, all the way to where my suit pants are doing absolutely nothing to hide how hard I am.
We’re both panting when he leans in, and buries his nose in my hair, nuzzling my temple with a tenderness that’s nothing like the wildfire raging inside me, or the barely-leashed control that has his strong body vibrating under my hands.
“Fuck, you’re sweet,” he grates out in my ear. “I can’t fucking think around you. All I can think about is fucking my knot into you.”
“God, Devon…” Slick drips from my hole as the raw, filthy words make my belly cramp with need.
“I can smell you, Sam.” His hand leaves my waist where it’d been resting, a ragged moan tearing out of me when his fingers press against my hole through the layers of clothing.
“I can smell your mouthwatering need.” He rubs me in tight circles that have me arching into the touch, my head lolling back against the wall when he aligns our groins and rocks his hips.
My eyes roll back when I feel how big and hard he is, and I whimper when he mouths my neck with featherlight kisses and gentle sucks while his fingers press harder against me.
“I bet you’re so slippery right now, I could sink right in and you’d swallow every inch of me. ”
He’s touching me everywhere, overwhelming me in the best way possible, my body screaming for more as I chase his fingers and the delicious friction of his cock.
“You want that, beautiful? You want me to make you feel good, fuck you deep, stretch you around my knot?”
Beautiful.
“Yes. Yes, make me feel good, Devon.” Our gazes lock and burn, words I’ve never said before in my life now impossible to hold back. “Take care of me, Alpha.”
Devon’s steely eyes flash with something primal, but the grin that stretches his lips is so playful, I can’t help grinning back at him.
I’m the one who grabs his nape and pulls him down for a searing kiss now, sucking on his tongue until he groans.
“Fuck, Sam,” he curses, biting my lips while his hands get busy with ripping my suit jacket off my shoulders, and my fingers work on the, probably, one hundred buttons of his shirt.
“Yeah, that’s the plan.”
His chuckle spills into me as we blindly get each other naked.
We don’t stop until there’s nothing but hot skin everywhere I touch, until the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed, and we both topple on it.
A small sigh leaves me at the feel of the cool sheets on my feverish body, but the sigh morphs into a shuddery exhale when Devon settles between my spread legs.
He braces over me, and my gaze helplessly travels over miles and miles of golden skin, over corded forearms, thick biceps, and strong shoulders. The body of a god.
I—I look nothing like him.
I feel a twinge of something in my chest at the thought, and I look up at him, seeking his eyes.
The look he’s giving me steals the breath from my lungs.
“I knew it,” he whispers, his eyes dragging leisurely over every part of me. “I knew you’d be fucking beautiful. And those damn freckles… Fuck, they’re all over you, like a goddamn work of art.”
Does he… Does he mean that?
Why would he tell me all this if he didn’t? I’m already naked under him, he doesn’t need to sweet-talk me into this.
He makes me feel so good. He’s a stranger, and yet everything he’s said and done this evening has done nothing but make me feel wonderful. Desired.
Now I just want to burn with him.
He hisses when I slide my hand between our bodies and fist his shaft—his deliciously big and thick shaft—and he grunts when I pump him slowly, feeling how smooth and hard he is.
His eyes are drawn to where I’m touching him, watching every movement of my hand on him, but they snap back to me—silver and feral—when I hitch my legs higher on his hips, and position him at my entrance.
Devon growls when I coat his tip in my slick, a small moan escaping me when it slips inside.
It’s like a switch being flipped.
Bracing his weight on one hand, his other grasps my thigh hard, and I only have time to glimpse at his dark smile before he sinks into me fully in one long, devastating thrust.
A gasp punches out of me, every nerve-ending coming alive, my heart thundering, my hole pulsing around him.
I feel so full. So perfectly full.
I look at him with hazy eyes, my hands scrambling to touch him, to anchor me to him, melting when his arm curls around my thigh, when his hand slides under my head to cup my nape, when he somehow manages to gather me in his arms even in this position.
“Hold on,” he rasps, and that’s the only warning I get before he takes me apart.
He fucks me deep and hard, every thrust stoking the flames inside me, making me hotter, hungrier, needier.
I writhe on his cock, whimpers falling from my lips when he changes the angle and nails my gland.
My own cock drools on my belly, squelching sounds filling the room every time he bottoms out inside me.
I throw my head back, my eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling as he hammers my spot with a ruthless precision that has me screaming.
“Fuck, yes. That’s the sound I want to hear,” he whispers hoarsely, dipping down to lick the sweat from the crook of my neck, kissing, and sucking my skin hard enough to leave marks, hard enough to make me tremble.
“Scream more for me, Sam.” He grinds into me, and choked sobs leave my panting mouth when his cockhead now rubs against the soft opening of my womb.
“Mmmf… yes, Devon—ah—please, there.”
His hand squeezes my nape tightly, and I meet his gaze through the fog of bliss I’m in.
His eyes are wide, intense, and soft. So soft.
“Are you sure?”
I know why he’s checking with me. There’s no chance of pregnancy since I’m not in heat yet, but it’s still an act that’s extremely intimate.
Why does it feel right to do it with him?
Why do I want to know what it feels like to have him that deep inside me? To have him mark every part of me?
Keeping our gazes locked, I crane my neck to press my lips to his.
“Breed me, Alpha,” I breathe, and his hips stutter forward, pulling a whimper out of me.
“Damn you, Sam,” he mutters, voice rough, rocking into me at a languid pace that makes me delirious, fucking me so thoroughly I can’t stop shaking.
I’m probably imagining everything Devon is saying as he pushes in deeper, blinding pleasure exploding behind my closed eyelids when he penetrates my womb.
“What is this? Fuck, what are you doing to me? You’re so warm, Sam. I could stay inside you forever.”
His voice floats around me, but I can’t focus on it, not when I feel my entire body tensing, tightening, coiling in preparation for something ruinous, for the sort of release that’s going to wreck me.
I bury my face in his neck, drowning in Devon’s powerful scent as my orgasm barrels down on me.
“Oh fuck, I can feel you, Sam. I can feel you coming,” he says, his strokes no longer controlled, but erratic. Desperate. “I can feel you sucking me in.”
I’m so close I can taste it. It’s right there.