“Alaric,” I whispered, begging him with my voice.
I don’t beg.
I don’t crawl.
But in that moment, I was willing to do whatever he damn well wanted so long as he allowed me a few seconds of dark oblivion.
And he knew it, too.
I could see it in his eyes as he stared up at me from between my thighs, the pride a palpable force that only made me burn hotter for him. This arrogant alphaknewhe was good. The best, even. And he loved that I now knew it, too.
Damn, we hadn’t even fucked yet, and I was ready to just lie down and supplicate.
He didn’t force me to admit it. He didn’t make me crawl or do any of these things. Just knowing he’d won was enough to push him forward, to clamp down on my sensitive bud and shoot me right into the stars.
I screamed. I panted. I shook. I went blind. The pleasure burned inside me, rippling through my limbs, claiming me from within and drowning me in a cloud of rapture that left me replete and oddly restless beneath him.
It wasn’t enough.
It wasn’t nearly enough.
And yet, I’d completely shattered for him.
But it wasn’t his mouth that I craved now. I… I wantedhim. “Fuck me,” I demanded, not allowing myself a moment to even think about it. “God, Alaric, I need you to fuck me.” I was in agony without him inside me, his presence one I required to breathe, to survive.
That orgasm had awakened my beast, her instincts rioting through me and commanding his wolf to complete us. To fuck us. Topleaseus.
“You want my cock, baby?” he asked, his lips wet and suddenly against mine. “I thought you wanted to taste me.” He dipped his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to indulge in my own flavor.Musky. Feminine. Sweet.God, he was right. But that didn’t matter. What I needed, craved, andrequiredwas what mattered most.
“Fuck me,” I repeated, arching into him and finding him as naked as me.
He’d kicked off his shoes and pants.
I didn’t know when.
I didn’t care when.
I just… oh God, he was so damn hard. “Inside me,” I demanded. “Now, Alaric. Fuck me now.” It wasn’t a full moon, so I couldn’t get pregnant. I couldn’t contract diseases from him or anyone. Therefore, no protection was needed. Only him. “Now,” I repeated, my nails turning into claws as I scratched down his back. My legs went around his hips, my soaking heat kissing his impressive arousal.
He growled.
I growled back.
There were two alphas in this bed, and I’d issued a demand. He would fuck me, and he would fuck me now. I sank my teeth into his lip, drawing blood, then went to his neck to do the same. If he wouldn’t give me what I wanted, then I’d—
He slammed into me, eliciting a guttural sound from my throat. It vibrated through us to the bed and the walls, the pleasure of the moment eclipsing all rational thought and engulfing us in a sensual fog.
I licked the wound on his neck, then bit him again to spur him on, needing this, needing him, needing everything he could give me.
He responded in kind, his beast taking over to drive the pace and drowning us in his savage energy.
Hot.
Rapturous.
Heaven.
Or maybe it was hell. It borderline hurt, our movements harsh and underlined in alpha strength. God, I’d never experienced anything like Alaric and his power. All that pent-up dominance resulted in a ferocity that stole my breath. But I took every thrust, accepting every nip and bite, and returned his fierce attention with bites of my own.
