I slowly ran my hands up her shapely legs to her inner thighs. Spread out before me, she was a delicious, but delicate dessert to be devoured with the utmost care. “Just giving you some leverage for what I’m about to do to you.”
When I lowered my mouth to her, I was suddenly grateful that the Alpha’s quarters were set off far from the rest of the house. Anyone closer would’ve heard her beautiful cries of pleasure.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Daphne
If this man didn’t fuck me soon, I was going to get violent. My need for him was that desperate, that primal.
When I said as much to Travis, he laughed, so I sunk my teeth into his muscular shoulder—not enough to break the skin, but hard enough for him to know I meant business. I wanted to mark him as my own. “How can one man be so incredibly hot yet astonishingly frustrating at the same time?”
“It’s a gift, my love.”
There. He’d said it again. I exhaled slowly, tabling that knowledge for now, because I had more pressing issues to deal with at the moment.
I was done waiting. When I pushed him back on the mattress and reached for a condom, I was struck by a sudden déjà vu. He’d done this exact thing back at the cabin when he’d let me take charge. Just like before, he wanted this to be completely on my terms. And I...Ilovedthat about him.
“Is the door locked?” I asked.
“There are no hikers here,” he said, the corner of his mouth turning up in a smirk. “And yes, the door is locked.”
Good. Because I planned to ride this man like a stallion and I didn’t want any interruptions.
He propped his hands behind his head and watched me as I rolled the condom down over his large cock. I could almost get my hand around it, but not quite. “Think it’ll fit, darlin’?”
Not this again.
“Shut up, Drake, and let me handle this.”
“Whatever you say. You’re the boss. I’m just along for the ride.”
I soon wiped that cocky smirk off his lips when I straddled his hips, grabbed his cock to position it between my thighs and eased myself onto him.
He let out a half groan/half growl. His hands gripped the bedsheets and the muscles in his neck strained. “Fuuuck. You’re so damn tight.” I could tell he wanted to grab my hips and use them to drive into me, but he was fighting against his nature to let me stay in control.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on the incredible sensation of him inside of me. The thickness. The pressure. The delectable stretch. And as I took him deeper, I was thankful now for all the foreplay. I’d have never been able to accommodate him had he not prepared me well beforehand.
With him caged beneath me, our hips moved in a fluid rhythm. Like the tide, advancing then retreating, over and over and over. His lips parted, his dark brows furrowed. His expression was one of pure lust...and something much darker. He stared at my breasts as they swayed before him, then he lifted his head and drew a nipple in his mouth. I arched into him, softened a little more, and he slid even deeper.
“You’re....so...fucking...wet,” he said, the words coming with each thrust.
I sank a little lower then hissed. Something strange andwonderful pressed against my hypersensitive clit, sending jolts of electricity careening everywhere. My toes curled and I gripped fistfuls of his hair. “Travis, what is...?”
He gave a soft, masculine chuckle that echoed through my core. “Shhh, little prey. Just enjoy it. I’ll explain later.” This beautiful man beneath me sounded so fucking proud of himself.
I’d have known if he’d slipped on a sex toy. No, this was all him.
And then I felt a gentle, yet unmistakable vibration against my clit and my world shifted on its axis.
I cried out his name as wave after wave of intense pleasure slammed through me, both relentless and exquisite. And just when I thought I might break in half, he groaned and shuddered with his release.
Utterly boneless, I collapsed on top of him. He was still very hard inside me as he pulled up the sheets to cover our naked bodies. With my ear to his muscled chest, his arms tightly around me, I felt his racing heart as if it were my own.
A few moments later, he pulled out of me. I wanted to ask him how, what, when and where, but rational thought escaped me. He slipped from the covers, disposed of the condom and brought me back a warm washcloth.
Never had a man taken care of me and my needs like this before. He took his pleasure only after seeing to it that I’d had mine first—several times. And not just tonight in this amazing bed. From the first moment I met him, when he gave up his privacy on the ferry deck to guide me out of the fog, Travis had been putting my needs above his.
“What. Was. That?” I asked, still hardly able to speak. If I wasn’t already hopelessly addicted to him, I was now.
