Page 56 of Fated to the Alpha

Lights danced behind her closed eyes as everything grew tight, a flush of heat and cold interplaying across her skin. Kimberly arched against him, begging for more touch, more contact.

In agreement, Shane broke away only long enough to peel off his shirt and toss it to the side.

They both allowed themselves a look. Shane’s strong and sculpted body made her mouth water and lower belly ache. She mirrored his appreciative stare as he drank in the shape of her for the first time.

“Don’t look away,” he ordered.

Kimberly obeyed, locking her eyes on his.

Taking a steadying breath, he leaned in and ran the back of his knuckles against the tip of her sensitive nipples.

She gasped and jerked as a new burst of pleasure spiked between her thighs.

He grinned. “I like that look on you.”

Shane kissed her for only a moment before moving his mouth to her neck, never stopping his work on her breasts.

Kimberly thought she’d collapse underneath the waves of white-hot desire that rolled through her. “Shane, I can’t … My legs.”

Understanding, he picked her up, and instead of taking her to the bed, he made her legs hook around his hips. This raised her enough that his mouth caught her breast. His tongue lapped as if she were the tastiest treat and he had craved her for over a decade.

Kimberly clung to his shoulders as his hips rocked against her, rubbing right at her center through her thin pajama pants, driving her to the brink with only friction and the force of his grinding. They rocked together, following the tempo of the other in perfect unison.

The rapid swell of her orgasm stole her voice. “Shane, I’m … I’m … oh, God!”

Before she could even get the word out, her core erupted with blinding heat and electricity, every cell exploding and launching her into the stratosphere. There was no concept of direction nor time. The orgasm dragged on, and Shane didn’t slow until her own body quivered to a stop against him.

His mouth released her and kissed the underside of her jaw. “So sensitive. You must have really needed that.”

Kimberly let her eyes drift shut, speechless but also furious that it ended so quickly. She hoped they could have at least made it to the bed.

“Can you stand?” he asked, hot breath spilling over her neck and chest.

She gave the faintest of nods, despite her own uncertainty. He let her down but didn’t let go. Tingles initially robbed her limbs of strength, but a mischievous idea revived much of her stamina.

Kimberly opened her eyes and with just a few nudges, managed to spin them around so Shane was the one against the wall and she stood unsteadily before him, a dreamy and wicked smile playing on her lips. “It’s my turn to repay the favor. Don’t move.”

Shane smiled and he waited for whatever she had in mind, his arms obediently motionless at his sides.

Fighting her own nerves, she looked down at his mature, chiseled body, every inch wanting her just as much as she wanted him. She could see the bulge in his jeans where he had rubbed against her, no doubt quenching some of his own pleasure.

Her fingertips traced the ridges of hard muscle from his collarbone to his navel, memorizing the path. A low, pleased growl rumbled in the back of his throat at her gentle and seductive touch.

When she came to the edge of his jeans, she frowned at him. “I always wondered what you wore under your pants.”

Shane smirked. “You wanna find out?”

Kimberly leaned in and blindly worked at his button and fly, then risked a touch. “Briefs. Classic.”

With purposeful ease, she slid his jeans and underwear down just enough to give her access to that place she had been terrified of as a teenager. Their health teacher made them watch plenty of old educational films about safe sex and the dangers of teenage pregnancy. It was enough to scare her into turning Shane down one night when they made out in his room while his dad was away on pack business. Now, she wanted him in that way so badly she ached for it in every cell of her body.

She found him, hard and long and silky, and she gasped at the thrill of finally knowing what he felt like after all this time. He tensed and sucked in a breath when she wrapped her hand around the length of his cock. They never broke eye contact, and she reveled in the sight of the wolfish gold inking against his blue irises.

As her hand glided up and down with slow, rhythmic, deliberate passes, her thumb grazing the broad, damp tip, Shane’s head tilted back. Both he and his wolf emitted a sound of feral approval. Kimberly watched the way his jaw tightened and relaxed in time with her movements.

“Kim.” He breathed her name like a prayer, and her body answered with heat and wetness.

She couldn’t have imagined she’d be ready for another round. This time, she promised herself, it’d last.