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Before I could move, Wesley shot from his seat, moving so fast he was a blur. He pushed me backward so fast it drove the breath out of my lungs, and I was up against the wall. Wesley’s face was fractions from mine, his eyes the color of bright sapphire jewels, and his lips were curled away in a snarl. Fear threatened to take over, but I wasn’t scared of Wesley. It was a reaction to the magic that oozed out of him becoming thicker and thicker around us like a fog.
Under all the bravado, the macho alpha that pinned me against the wall, his body stacked with muscles and trembling with raw power, was a streak of lust that wrapped itself around me like a ribbon.
Wesley’s anger danced on my skin like electricity, and he lifted his hand to my face. His touch was so gentle when he brushed his fingertips against my cheek, it was the opposite of what I’d expected. My breath caught in my throat.
“You’remine, Danna,” he said in a low growl.
Goosebumps ran over my shoulders and down my spine.
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I whispered, my stubbornness warring with the powerful waves of need that rocked my body.
As much as I told him he didn’t own me, I wanted him to take me and prove me wrong.
Wesley pressed his lips against mine, and the time for arguing was over.
His mouth was hot on mine, tongue sliding into my mouth, and I gasped against his lips. He pressed the length of his body against me, and I could feel his need for me—it mirrored the ache I had for him.
Wesley hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and started working them down my hips, slowly unwrapping me.
I put my hand over his on my hip.
“Emmie’s asleep,” I whispered.
Wesley growled, a sound of frustration. He wasn’t used to having a child in his space and having to do things behind closed doors. Although, when he’d brought me here the first time, he’d taken me straight to his bedroom.
My mind tried to wander and think about all the other women he might have had here, but I squashed it. It didn’t matter. I was here now, and Wesley was here with me, and that was all I cared about.
As much as I hated him for pushing me away, I couldn’t hold back the intense feeling that I wanted to fuck him. I wanted him to make mehis.
Wesley lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to anchor myself. He cupped my ass, his hands gripping me firmly, and he kneaded my ass cheeks. He kissed me hard before he carried me down the hallway and toward his bedroom.
In his room, he kicked the door shut so we had privacy. He dumped me on the bed and crawled over me, kissing me again. His stubble scraped against my chin. I would have beard burn after this, if we weren’t careful.
Again, I didn’t care.
Wesley moved down my body, his hands on my pants again. This time, he pulled them down without ceremony, peeling them down my legs, and he dropped them on the bed next to him.
He spread my legs and dove between them, closing his mouth over my center. My breath caught in my throat when he pressed his tongue against my clit, creating pressure in a circular motion that drove me wild. When he flicked his tongue over it, I trembled on the bed. I gripped the sheets, bunching them in my hands.
“Wesley,” I said in a breathy voice, but I didn’t want him to stop. Wesley took it as a sign that I wanted more, and he was right.
I wanted all of him. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, his hands pressing down on my lower stomach, holding me in place while he lapped at me.
Wesley kept licking and sucking on my clit. He flattened his tongue and licked a slick line from my entrance to my clit before he went back to licking and sucking on me.
I pushed my hands into his dark hair, curling them into fists, and with his hair in my grip, I pulled him closer to me.
He worked me into a frenzy. I tugged at his hair and bucked my hips against his mouth in the same rhythm he licked me. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I gasped, breathless with longing. Wesley deepened his intensity, making me cry out in pure ecstasy. I bucked my hips as Wesley brought me to the edge of an orgasm.
When the pleasure crashed into me, I tried to keep it quiet. I squirmed on the bed, whimpering, trying to swallow my cries. My body shuddered, and Wesley gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he held me in place. I orgasmed against his mouth, curling in pleasure, and I gripped his hair tightly. The orgasm took my breath away, and I rounded my mouth into an O of need.
I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted him.
“Sorry.” I let go of his hair when I came down from my orgasm.
“Don’t,” he growled and let go of me.
He rocked back on his knees before he got off the bed and pulled down his sweatpants. His cock was hard and ready, thick with need, and the tip oozed the proof of his lust. He was a sight to behold, and I couldn’t help but stare at him. His face was riddled with need, his eyes dark blue with hunger. When he got on the mattress again, not waiting long to come back to me, it dipped under his colossal size, and he crawled over my body.
