Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
“It didn’t work,” I soothe him, caressing his pecs and draping my arms around his neck. His eyes close, but the tension in his body remains, his hands grasping me, his jaw clenched. “The rogues crashed the car before he could finish the command.”
“You’re mine,” he says, stepping closer, pressing all the hard lines of his body against me. His nose slides along my jaw to my ear, inhaling my scent the entire way until he presses a kiss to the spot right below my ear. “Mine,” he growls again.
“Yes,” I sigh. “Yours. Your girl.” My head tilts up and to the side of its own accord, baring my unmarked neck to him, and he freezes, taking deep, slow breaths with his cheek pressed to my cheek, his body taut as a bowstring.
“You can’t show me your neck like that, Taryn.”
“Why? What’s wrong?” I ask.
He swallows and turns so his nose traces my cheekbone. “My wolf—” He shakes his head. “Fuck, no, it’s not my wolf. It’s me. Goddess, it’s me.”
“It’s you what?”
“Everything in me is urging me to claim you. Mark you. To sink my teeth into that gorgeous neck of yours until our scents combine into one and everyone knows you’re my girl. So that dickhead has no chance in hell of making you his.” He breathes out and pulls his head away from mine, baring his teeth, showing me his retreating canines. The tendons in his neck jut out, and he grunts as he forces his wolf back. “And it’s not the first time I’ve had to fight the urge. It was just easier to hold back this time.”
“This time?” I ask.
He nods, slow and precise, his eyes locked on mine. My mind reels, spinning me back to our first kiss in front of Brewed Awakenings, when his face was buried in my neck, licking, nipping, and sucking at the skin there before he yanked himself away from me.
“You almost…?”
“That’s why I pulled away from you. And Goddess, it is killing me to be this close to you and know what he tried to do and not be able to claim you.”
“Then claim me.”
He growls low again, a warning. “Taryn—“
“Not like that. But there are other ways to mark your territory.”
I lean my upper body back, and my hands stroke his chest again, over his chiseled abs until I reach the waistband of the sweats hanging low across his hips. My fingertips trace along the edge, teasing his skin, watching his reaction. His throat bobs and his eyelids flutter, and I lower one hand to caress the tip of his hardening dick through the fabric of his pants.
“Don’t start something you don’t intend on finishing, Cadet,” he says between his breaths.
“Oh, I intend to finish you, Beta.” I palm him through his sweats and give his dick a tug. “The question is, do you intend to finish me, too?”
His growl shifts, the tension in his body switching from anger to something else. Something equally dangerous, but not because he might hurt me. No, dangerous because of how my body and my wolf respond to every movement, sound, and nuance of emotion coming from him. Dangerous because I know I’ll never be able to resist him when he’s like this. Dangerous because I already find myself thinking of other things I can do to bring out this dominance and possessiveness in him again.
“Get on the counter,” he orders, his hands sliding up my sides and under the shirt I’m wearing.
The fabric glides over my skin, followed by his hands that leave goosebumps wherever they touch. My arms lift without a thought, and then the shirt is up and over my head in an instant, tossed on the counter behind me.
My heart pounds, my breathing heavy as his eyes travel down, reaching my breasts at the exact moment his hands do. He cups them from below, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, and I cry out, my chin tilting towards the ceiling and my hands gripping the counter’s edge. Everything else outside of his touch and his presence fades away.
He squeezes my breasts, his hips pressing against mine so his dick rubs my slit through our clothing. He’s hard as steel, and he hits me in the perfect way to have me whimpering and mewling for more.
Lips brush the shell of my ear, and I gasp, arching my body so skin meets skin. Tingles erupt over every inch of my torso that meets his, and we both freeze, panting, lost in the feel of each other.
“Reid…” I moan.
He chuckles, a sound that’s dark and full of promise. “I thought I told you to get on the counter, Cadet?”
I swallow and push myself up onto the edge, and he nudges between my knees, his hands sliding up the inside of my thighs. But he stops short of where I need him to touch. My hips jerk, urging him to continue, to put his fingers on me, but he chuckles again.
Lips wrap around my hardened nipple, and I yell again, my hands flying to his shoulders and clutching at his skin, my nails leaving marks. He grabs the waistband of my leggings and tugs, and I lift my hips as he yanks them down. A squeak escapes me as my bare ass hits the cold marble, but his hands move up the backs of my legs and lift me to tug his T-shirt underneath me, protecting me from the frigid surface.
His forehead presses against my chest as he gazes at my bare pussy, his shoulders heaving. One thumb grazes over my entrance, and I moan, my eyes squeezing shut as I lean back against my palms.
When my eyes open again, Reid is staring at me, watching me, drinking in every inch of my bare skin and every nuance of my reactions to his skilled teasing.
His thumb grazes my pussy again, pulling another moan from my lips. “Tell me again. Whose girl are you?” he asks.
“Yours!” I groan, my nails scraping the countertop. “Your girl.”
“That’s right,” he says, easing my hips to the edge of the counter. “All mine.”
He lowers himself between my thighs, spreading my legs further with his shoulders, kissing a line from my knee up the inside of my leg. Warm breath hits my center, the prelude to our first act of intimacy as mates, and my entire body shudders and tenses, waiting for him to give us what we both want.
He traces my opening with his finger, his thumb circling my clit once, and I almost sob, my body and heart on edge from his teasing. “Remember what you asked me in the car that day? About oral sex?” he asks.
“Y-yes,” I say, my body trembling, aching for the pleasure he’s withholding.
“I imagined you just like this.” He chuckles, circling my clit again. “Goddess, I wanted to see you exactly like this,” he groans, pressing his lips against my inner thigh again, his eyes closing as he inhales my scent. “You’re so beautiful, Taryn.”
“Reid, I swear to Selene, if you don’t—“
He dives forward, covering my pussy with his mouth, our groans cutting off any further scolding from me. His lips move against me, hitting pleasure spots I didn’t know existed on my body, sending tremors of delight through my veins. My hips roll and writhe under his kisses, seeking more of his divine lips and tongue, more friction to bring me closer to my release.
His finger joins his mouth, inching in and out of my center as his tongue teases my clit. He inserts it further with each thrust of his hand, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
That peak draws nearer, Reid’s touch and scent driving me further towards it. It’s right there, right at the tips of my fingers, close enough to touch, when he pulls away and rubs his hands down my thighs, his mouth hovering but no longer kissing and tasting me. My hips buck, searching for his lips and tongue, a whine leaving my mouth as he leaves me hanging.
“Reid!” I exclaim, but his self-satisfied grin as he spreads my legs wider tells me all I need to know. He has no intention of making this quick.
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