So pretty.
Agreed.
Pasquale took her mouth once more, but this time he used his other hand to grip her throat. The threat of his power rolled over her, making her tense. His fingertips soothed for a moment, rubbing their way over her pulse until she melted back into his touch.
Won’t hurt you.
The thought flittered through her mind just as he lifted her off the floor by her neck and stalked to her dining room table. He placed her on the tabletop, never releasing his hold, and devoured her.
She panted, trying to keep up, as her nipples hardened to the point of pain and her stomach clenched.
“Open your eyes. Don’t look away.”
A demand. One she couldn’t ignore. She forced her eyes open and met Pasquale’s much darker ones. An edge of gold around the rim made her suck in a breath.
What—
He didn’t let her finish the thought. Power wrapped around her, licking its way over her skin. Her clothes didn’t matter; there was no barrier any longer. She moaned into Pasquale’s mouth, sucking on his tongue. Her hips jerked, craving friction, and he gave it to her. He gave her everything she ever could have wanted. Similar to Dominic’s Alpha call but softened to a brilliant edged blade, Pasquale’s call sliced through her fear, through her need to break free. All that was left was Giuliana—without the history, without the need to fight back. She could flow, basking in him, without the baggage of the years.
Tears pooled in her gaze.
She didn’t recognize that woman, didn’t know who she was anymore. But Pasquale saw it; his studying gaze missed nothing.
He pressed his power closer, sliding down over her collarbone to her breasts. Phantom tongues licked across her nipples, rough, making her jerk. Pasquale mirrored it in the kiss, tasting his way along her sensitive gums above her canines. They exploded in her mouth, giving a dangerous edge to their embrace.
Giuliana caught her breath, holding on, waiting, and Pasquale was there, spreading his touch across her stomach and down under her pants to her pussy. A hot, fierce swath of force worked her clit.
Pasquale was everywhere. Her mouth, her breasts, between her legs. They all worked together, sending waves of heated pleasure through her. It rolled, crashing against her with more force, making her thighs clench around his waist. She gripped his shirt, using him as an anchor in the maelstrom.
Wetness slicked the insides of her thighs, and she rolled her hips. Each rock brought her closer to the edge, each a new bite of zinging force. She throbbed with it, and it swelled from her groin and up through her body.
Yes!
She leaned back, bracing her hands on the table. Pasquale never broke the kiss, and she trusted him to hold them as she lost herself. The new position allowed her to move more freely, riding his power like she wanted to ride him. She took, claiming her needs, begging for more. Pasquale met her, adding more force, more touch.
Giuliana couldn’t hope to best him, to ask for more than he could give. Without a doubt, she knew he could do this without touching her at all. That he could leave her a pile of undulating mess on her table over and over again.
Her soul jerked, her wolf howling, her eyes watering with strain. It couldn’t be tears. It couldn’t be. But Pasquale knew better. His thumb caressed over her cheek, soaking away the moisture, and she came undone. That singular, soft touch, blew her apart.
She screamed into his mouth, her world darkening until only his face remained. He furrowed her brows, his eyes half-open as pain spread across his features.
He’s going to let go.
She knew it and understood. But in the wake of what they could be, it only made her cry harder. The woman who never cried, who never let herself look weak. He’d broken her without even trying, and part of her hated that they had seen this side of mating.
That they’d even tested it.
There was nowhere to escape, nowhere to run, and for the first time, she wished her space had a closed room where she could hide. Instead, she let the kiss break and faced Pasquale. He was swollen and stiff between her legs, and she realized he hadn’t attempted to take his own pleasure.
When was the last time someone had taken care of her?
When was the last time she could remember not having to fight for what she wanted?
He framed her face with his large, callused hands and thumbed away her tears as fast as they fell. “Do you see now?”
“That was … Alpha—”
He shook his head. “I’m no Alpha.”
