massive four-poster bed. She caught only a glimpse
of blazing eyes in the dark before he leaped at her, covering her body with his
and entering her with a single hard thrust.
Then Brie cried out for an entirely different reason. To be
against him, skin to skin, had every nerve ending alight with pleasure at once.
And he was filling her, the hot length of him stretching her so that she fit him
like a glove. She was already slick with need, and Alistair gave a guttural
groan as he began to thrust into her, the bed rocking from the force. Brie clung
to him, pulsing around him more tightly with every stroke. She reached around to
grip his ass, to feel the rhythmic flex of his muscles. At the apex of each
thrust was a frisson of sensation that had her tightening, arching into him,
wanting more.
Alistair pulled out without warning, flipping her onto her
belly. Brie clenched her fists in the comforter as he trailed his tongue down
her spine, then back up.
“Like this,” he growled, pulling her hips so that her knees
were tucked beneath her. She rose up on her hands, struggling to make her limbs
move the way they were supposed to, and found herself pulled back against him.
He was also on his knees, and he spread her legs so that she straddled him, just
facing away. She could feel his cock against her lower back, and she pressed
back against it as Alistair began kissing her neck, running his hands up her
waist to cup and knead her breasts.
“Please,” she managed to say as he rolled the hard buds of her
nipples between his fingers. She arched into his touch, letting him fill his
hands with her. One hand dropped between her legs and began to play with her,
circling and stroking, while the other hand drew her hair away from her neck. He
began to torment her, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin where her neck
and shoulder met, all while teasing the sensitive nub that pulsed with every
flick of his clever fingers.
Brie whimpered, straining back against him as everything inside
her began to tighten at once, quivering.
“Please what?” he whispered in her ear, then dragged the lobe
through his teeth. The words began to fall from her lips, all the things she
wanted him to do to her, soft, gasping words as her hips rocked against his
hand. Every dark fantasy she’d had about him, the things she’d wanted him to do
with his mouth, his cock, while she’d been in bed alone at night, was revealed
in the heated darkness of his bedroom. As she told him, his hands moved back to
her hips, his own beginning to pulse against her again. The sexy little noises
he was making in the back of his throat at the apex of every pulse nearly undid
her—as it was, Brie was teetering on the edge of a shattering climax. She would
need so little to push her over the edge...but she wanted him to come with
her.
It was the last thing she said before he pushed her back down
before him, grabbed her hips, and thrust into her from behind. The different
position, coupled with the deeper penetration, had Brie clenching around him
immediately. She came hard, in an explosion of pleasure that blinded her with
its intensity. And still he rode her, pushing her higher even as the first waves
of her climax subsided. Brie realized she could feel the prick of his claws
against the bare flesh of her hips, could hear the wolf’s growl in every shallow
exhalation.
She felt herself pressing back into him, wordlessly asking for
more. She didn’t know what the more was, only that
it hovered there, teasing, just out of reach. Brie could feel Alistair tensing
as his thrusts grew wild, more rapid as he neared his own release. When she
acted, it was on instinct she hadn’t known she possessed. Just when he began to
gasp and shudder, she reared back, jerking her hair aside and baring her neck to
Alistair.
He reacted like a wild thing, giving a snarl before sinking his
teeth deep into the tender flesh. The bright burst of pain was almost
immediately followed by a wave
of blazing eyes in the dark before he leaped at her, covering her body with his
and entering her with a single hard thrust.
Then Brie cried out for an entirely different reason. To be
against him, skin to skin, had every nerve ending alight with pleasure at once.
And he was filling her, the hot length of him stretching her so that she fit him
like a glove. She was already slick with need, and Alistair gave a guttural
groan as he began to thrust into her, the bed rocking from the force. Brie clung
to him, pulsing around him more tightly with every stroke. She reached around to
grip his ass, to feel the rhythmic flex of his muscles. At the apex of each
thrust was a frisson of sensation that had her tightening, arching into him,
wanting more.
Alistair pulled out without warning, flipping her onto her
belly. Brie clenched her fists in the comforter as he trailed his tongue down
her spine, then back up.
“Like this,” he growled, pulling her hips so that her knees
were tucked beneath her. She rose up on her hands, struggling to make her limbs
move the way they were supposed to, and found herself pulled back against him.
He was also on his knees, and he spread her legs so that she straddled him, just
facing away. She could feel his cock against her lower back, and she pressed
back against it as Alistair began kissing her neck, running his hands up her
waist to cup and knead her breasts.
“Please,” she managed to say as he rolled the hard buds of her
nipples between his fingers. She arched into his touch, letting him fill his
hands with her. One hand dropped between her legs and began to play with her,
circling and stroking, while the other hand drew her hair away from her neck. He
began to torment her, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin where her neck
and shoulder met, all while teasing the sensitive nub that pulsed with every
flick of his clever fingers.
Brie whimpered, straining back against him as everything inside
her began to tighten at once, quivering.
“Please what?” he whispered in her ear, then dragged the lobe
through his teeth. The words began to fall from her lips, all the things she
wanted him to do to her, soft, gasping words as her hips rocked against his
hand. Every dark fantasy she’d had about him, the things she’d wanted him to do
with his mouth, his cock, while she’d been in bed alone at night, was revealed
in the heated darkness of his bedroom. As she told him, his hands moved back to
her hips, his own beginning to pulse against her again. The sexy little noises
he was making in the back of his throat at the apex of every pulse nearly undid
her—as it was, Brie was teetering on the edge of a shattering climax. She would
need so little to push her over the edge...but she wanted him to come with
her.
It was the last thing she said before he pushed her back down
before him, grabbed her hips, and thrust into her from behind. The different
position, coupled with the deeper penetration, had Brie clenching around him
immediately. She came hard, in an explosion of pleasure that blinded her with
its intensity. And still he rode her, pushing her higher even as the first waves
of her climax subsided. Brie realized she could feel the prick of his claws
against the bare flesh of her hips, could hear the wolf’s growl in every shallow
exhalation.
She felt herself pressing back into him, wordlessly asking for
more. She didn’t know what the more was, only that
it hovered there, teasing, just out of reach. Brie could feel Alistair tensing
as his thrusts grew wild, more rapid as he neared his own release. When she
acted, it was on instinct she hadn’t known she possessed. Just when he began to
gasp and shudder, she reared back, jerking her hair aside and baring her neck to
Alistair.
He reacted like a wild thing, giving a snarl before sinking his
teeth deep into the tender flesh. The bright burst of pain was almost
immediately followed by a wave
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