“Dakota worked hard on this for you.” I gesture to the pallet of blankets beneath her. “He wanted you to be comfortable.”
She looks down, fisting the pale green comforter at her sides. Her chest rises, those soft tits lifting, her nipples so fucking hard.
Goddamnit.
I want to fuck her raw.
Trying like hell to maintain control, I curl my fists tight, but my cock continues to thrum, too sensitive and already leaking inside my jeans.
“Alpha?” Skyla’s mouth hangs open like she’s struggling to get her words out. “Are you going to take me now?” Her words are slightly slurred as she looks right at me with that blank stare.
“Skyla…” I pull in a breath through my mouth, trying to keep from sucking in too many of her dull pheromones. “You should lie down.” I swallow hard, and the base of my cock pulses. “Just lie down and sleep, okay?”
She tilts her head like she’s trying to understand me through static. Then she nods once, slow and uncertain, before laying down on her back. Her chest rises once, her little tits pointed up at the tented ceiling, then she slowly parts her legs like she wants me to crawl between them, giving me the perfect view of her wet pussy.
Do it. Claim her.
“Alpha?” Skyla lifts her head when I don’t move. Her glassy eyes meet mine, and she frowns. “Are you coming?” she mumbles.
I open my mouth to command her to go to sleep, butnothing comes out. My self-control hangs on by a thread as I take in the sight of her, burning every inch into my memory.
Then she lifts one hand.
She slowly trails her fingertips between her breasts and down her stomach. Her fingers dance over the hollow next to one hip bone, then down to her mound, before slipping them over her slit. A string of sticky slick stretches as she plays in her mess.
My mouth waters and I lean in.
“Skyla,” I growl her name.
She makes a needy sound, lifting her hips, beckoning me closer.
This is wrong.
“Spread yourself open,” I say, needing to see more. “Show me how pink you are.”
Using two fingers, she does as she’s told, parting those puffy lips. Her pussy is a deep red-ish pink, her clit is engorged, and her little asshole puckers out.
Leave now. Don’t fucking do this.
“Lower.” I roll forward onto my hands and knees. “Finger yourself.”
Skyla’s eyes float closed as she dips one fingertip inside her entrance. Then two, making the thin skin stretch. Pink. Wet. Soft.
All thought falls from my head as my body lurches forward, and I’m suddenly face down between her legs.
Skyla lets out a frightened yip, jerking her hand back, but I don’t give a shit if she’s scared. My primal need is all that matters anymore.
Claim.
Fuck.
Bite.
I open my mouth wide, then give her one long swipe of my tongue. Her sweet and salty musk blooms, making me growl deep in my chest. She shivers as I lap her up, gathering every drop of slick I can find. Savoring every inch from ass to clit.
But then, Skyla’s hips shift, and her hips roll like she’s trying to wiggle away. Rage burns through me, and I grip her thighs, holding her to me.
“Mine!” I growl, and she goes still.
