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His words made her tremble. “Yes, Alpha.”

It was his turn to shake, and power filled his eyes. “Is that what I am?”

“Yes. My Alpha, my mate.”

With soft fingers, Pasquale pushed strands of hair behind the delicate shell of her ear. Her heart stuttered in her chest. He was so strong, and his lick of Alpha power only warned of what she knew would come. Giuliana gripped the edge of a stair under her butt and rolled her hips against his cloth-covered cock. She wanted him, wanted everything he could give her.

She wanted to take everything he would give.

Lifting to his knees and angling up her body, Pasquale didn’t disappoint. “Let’s see, shall we?”

He straddled her chest and pulled his cock from his jeans. Giuliana couldn’t look away as Pasquale pressed the tip of his shaft downward and traced her lips. He was soft, velvet smooth, and warm.

“Taste me.”

It wasn’t a question, even in the quiet way he said it. He worked his hips in a small circle, pressing his cock against her skin. She wanted him, all of him. Slowly, she snaked out her tongue, tasting the tip. He’d get this on her terms, as she wanted.

Pasquale hissed his pleasure, pressing against the flat of her tongue.

“More.”

Taking her time instead, she opened her mouth and exhaled in a rush, caressing his skin with the heat of her breath. He let her take her inhale before he pressed more of himself inside.

“Good girl.”

Just like when he’d claimed her between her legs, he didn’t stop there. Pasquale rocked back and forth, and Giuliana used her hot tongue to dance over the tip of his cock. She’d give him warm, wet heat to slip into. He groaned, grinding against her chin as he slid farther inside.

He was thick, broader than any man she’d been with, and her jaw ached from his size, but even that was sexy in this moment. She wouldn’t be defeated by his strength. She’d match him in every way.

“Suck.”

She closed her lips around him and matched her suction to his strokes to provide a counterbalance. She hadn’t taken nearly half of him and it was a struggle to control her breathing comfortably. But she sucked in a deep breath through her nose when he pulled out, and she let him slide back in.

She growled, holding the note so it went down his shaft.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

She did it again just to prove a point. To drive his need higher. He was being gentle and she wasn’t going to be treated like some fragile piece of glass. Giuliana forced her mouth open wider and sucked him deep on his next downstroke.

Pasquale froze, and then tangled his free hand in her heavy mass of hair and kept her head pinned to the step below her. Giuliana bucked underneath him, enjoying the game, thrashing about.

Pasquale took her mouth through it all. He rolled against her textured tongue, slid in the heat, and gave in. His gaze stayed on hers, studying, watching. The minute it appeared she was in real distress, he’d stop. She know it without a doubt, and it let her express her desires the way she wanted to. She had never felt anything this good, this wild. Something more than a quick satisfaction, more than perfunctory motions to get off. She needed him to take her like she needed her next breath.

Giuliana’s throat tightened around his head, urging him to take her.

Fuck, yes.

His cry in her head was filthy and uncouth. It was wild and untamed. She’d done that, brought out this animalistic side of him. She had that power, no one else. It was heady, knowing that. She grabbed his ass, urging him harder and faster into her mouth. He shifted, lifting a bit higher over her face.

Just like that.

He was rebuilding her, tearing down every pain anyone else had caused. Showing her how strong she was and letting her set the pace. It uplifted her, wrapped her in gossamer and steel. Piece by fucking piece.

Giuliana shifter her tongue in a different way. She sucked hard as he glided into her mouth, so much her cheeks hollowed out. And then she released him as he slid out, turning her head as much as she could.

Yes.

He roared, but she didn’t stop sucking him. Didn’t stop guzzling him. She wanted him, needed him. Wanted him to explode all over her tongue.