Page 82 of Oakheart

When he looked at me like that, I felt... adored.

I never thought anybody would look at me the way he did. But there he was, staring hungrily. He drew me into another kiss and let me pull his towel free too, but he took it from my hands and tossed it on the bed. Then it was just his bath-warmed skin against mine. His body felt sublime pressed against me.

Step by slow step, he backed me toward his bed. When I fell onto it, he turned me over with a hand on my hip.

Standing at the end of the bed, he smoothed his hands up the backs of my thighs, up and up. He dragged them down to the backs of my knees, and when he slid them up again, he followed his touch with nips and kisses. His mouth grazed the inside of my thigh, and I gasped, inching my knees up the bed to lift my hips, unsure what I was even asking for until his thumbs spread me wide and he dragged his tongue across my hole.

“Oh fuck.” I grasped his pillow, pulling it under me and sinking my teeth into it as he kissed my ass like he’d kissedmy mouth, slow and luxuriating in it, his tongue circling like he knew he could claim every inch of me for his own.

I shivered, fighting the urge to buck my hips against the towel beneath me. He was damnably patient, licking and teasing until I relaxed enough for him to slip the tip of his tongue inside. I whimpered into the pillow, sure I was going to lose the battle not to wake up anyone else.

Hell, at this point, I was pretty sure I was going to lose my sanity before he finally drew back and got the lube. He sank slicked fingers into me, humming his appreciation against my neck. I arched it back, and for a split second, I let myself imagine it—him marking me. Making me his mate.

The surety of knowing I’d be his.

My heart throbbed as hard as my cock, trapped against the bed. Fuck, I wished he’d bite me.

But that was a conversation. Or a?—

Hadn’t I just been telling Pa I didn’t want to rush or make things harder for Aleks?

Okay, I definitely wasn’t thinking about Pa, because Aleks curved his fingers just right, and my eyes rolled back into my head.

After too much teasing, he hitched my left leg up and pulled me back against him. I wasn’t quite on my front anymore, but not fully on my side either. He held my knee and steadied himself as he pushed inside me.

I whimpered into the wet spot on his pillow and he kissed my neck. It was almost too much for me, even before he nibbled my ear.

I took a shaky breath, drawing it deep so I could relax and not come right there on the spot.

He chuckled against my neck. “So good for me, letting me in so deep.”

I whined into the pillow. Fuck, this was too much. He licked my neck and I trembled, sure I was about to fall to pieces in his arms.

His hand slid down, pressing flat beneath my belly button. I knew he couldn’treallyfeel himself moving inside me, the slow deep thrusts that made molten pleasure rush through my veins, but I imagined he could.

I gasped desperately into his pillow, clutching his hand on my stomach. His other hand gripping my knee hitched it higher, pressed me forward until I was trapped against the bed.

Like this, with every inch of his front pressed against every inch of my back, we weren’t shaking the bed, weren’t making a ruckus, but he was so deep inside me that I saw stars.

He slipped his hand out from beneath mine, and I let him go, only to reach back for his hip, for the blond curls tucked behind his ear—anywhere I could grip that might allow me to hold myself together.

No luck there, because his hand slipped down and he was stroking me again. Unfair, that he’d take me apart twice before he’d come at all, but all I could do was squirm against him, overwhelmed and overstimulated.

He brought me to the edge, kissing my neck reverently while he’d turned me into little more than a writhing animal beneath him.

This time, when he pushed me over the edge, he groaned. The sound was trapped between his clenched teeth. I could feel the flex of his jaw against the side of my face.

When he came, his body went rigid against mine. His breath was rough against my ear.

I shivered, warm and melty because I’d made him come. I’d pleased my alpha, and the feeling wasn’t any different from any other time we were together, when he held me safe against him.

Maybe I’d known, even then, that he was the one I’d follow.

He nuzzled my neck as he pulled the towel with my spend out from beneath us. When he pulled out of me, I whined, flinching away from the towel he dragged across the most intimate parts of my body.

When he was finished, he tossed it aside and gathered me up in his arms, curling around me and pulling the blanket over us both.

I could sleep like this, until I built us a place of our own.