Page 127 of The Alpha’s Heir

“So you’re done, done?” I tried to focus on what we were talking about as Roman crawled over me.

“I made a bargain to keep getting those who need it out.” He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, eyes lingering on my lips. “But I don’t owe them anything anymore.”

“You didn’t run into any gods, did you?” I asked, still thinking about Ares and his plan to make Roman his champion in the coming war.

He shook his head. “Not sure how much longer our luck will hold—”

I pressed my finger against his lips, trying not to jinx us. There was still so much to worry about outside this tent. Last I’d heard, Alec was on her way to Fenrir pack to see our family there because we hadn’t heard from our cousin Alpha Aiden. The underworld gods still haunted Cerberus Territory. We were making moves in secret, trying to keep off the radar, but who knew what the future would hold?

“Breathe,” Roman whispered against my ear as he maneuvered his hips between my legs, thrusting forward.

I moaned against him.

He lowered himself until our hearts pressed together, until I felt his pulse steady with mine, and gathered me into his arms.

“Do you want me to tell you a story?” he asked. “We can just lie here and cuddle.”

Is he insane?

I laughed as I tilted my face up toward his. “No. I want you to kiss me.”

An Alpha command given with no bark.

His response was instant and his lips were tender as they parted mine. His masculine taste delicious on my tongue.

Roman’s touches were firm as he kneaded the knots in my shoulders, in my back, and he kept kissing me like he couldn’t get enough. As usual, he turned me to putty in his hands.

I wrapped my leg over his, drawing him as close as he could get until I felt his cock pulse under his pants against my core.

I moaned again, breaking our kiss and arched my body to get more friction.

“Speaking of uniforms,” he whispered against my lips. “You’re wearing entirely too many clothes.”

Giggles followed as he proceeded to remedy that situation, and then his darkened gaze assessed me, laying my soul bare before his eyes.

“How did I get so lucky?” His lips pressed against my neck, teasing kisses before using his teeth, biting his way down to my shoulder as I shivered under the contact.

He’d leave marks. I loved when he did, and wished they didn’t fade so quickly. One day, when we had more time, I was getting them tattooed on my skin by magic ink.

“I’m the lucky one,” I breathed the words as he nudged my legs apart again, drawing one long and teasing finger through my sex.

Roman kissed and bit his way back up the other side of my neck, and then our lips met again.

I reached between us, gripping his thick shaft and putting it where I wanted, unable to take his slow and languid torture anymore.

“Is this what you need?” He smiled against my lips.

“Forever.” I cried out as he thrust inside me.

The burn and stretch subsided as he moved slow, continuing that teasing pace. As if we had all the time in the world. Like he was carving it out purposefully, making sure I felt every inch of him and stayed in the moment.

This moment—right here—as the chaos of the outside world fell away and our breathing grew labored, our moves more frantic as we clung to each other, learning each other through touch and sensation alone.

If I’d ever thought the bond between a human and a wolf would somehow be less, I’d have been wrong. Everything with Roman was so much more than I thought possible. Not a book. Or a dream. My reality. Nothing could live up to the feeling of being wrapped in the arms of my mate and feeling him force his way into my soul.

“Come for me, beautiful,” he whispered in my ear.

And despite being his Alpha, I obeyed.