Night Fall on Dark Mountain by Delilah Devlin Page A

she have to bear your children?”
    “Because I’m the alpha. And because I’m strongest, I’m the best hope for our clan’s existence.”
    “And if I were a breeder, would you need her?”
    The poignant note in her voice caused a tightening in his chest. “Well, you’re not. You’ll never bear children. Should I ignore our ways? I’m not my brother. I won’t turn my back on my clan.” He cupped her chin, not letting her turn from his gaze. “I won’t turn my back on you.”
    “But you left before…with Max.” Her expression was defiant, but that sexy upper lip trembled.
    He stroked her lip with his thumb. “I didn’t have anyone keeping me here.”
    She drew back her head, ending the caress. “Did you love me then?”
    His glance slipped away. “I cared. I didn’t like that he left you without ever looking back. He was harsh, but at the time we both had a mission.”
    Her gaze narrowed. “You liked to watch us make love. Me and Max. And not just once.”
    His arms tightened around her. “Didn’t look like love to me.”
    “Does this look like love?” she said, pointing to the indentions in her shoulder.
    His hands bit into her belly, but he didn’t answer.
    “Tell me,” she said, her voice roughening, “do you love me now?”
    Alec drew in a deep breath. He’d never lie to her—even if it hurt. “Stasia, I’ll marry you.”
    Her eyelids dipped, concealing the thoughts that shimmered in her almond eyes. Her lush upper lip lifted in a snarl. “No, thanks. Our bed would be too crowded,” she said, her tone flat. “Besides, I think I deserve more than obligation.”
    “I’m not looking for a breeder for a wife. But I must honor our ways, protect our destiny.”
    “Fine. I understand,” she said, her voice tight. She pried away his hands. “Same time tomorrow, Sheriff?”
    Frustration, and more than a little guilt, had him heaving a deep sigh. “Dammit, Stasia.”
    “Can’t have it both ways, Alec. You either love me or you don’t. You marry me or you seek your breeder. In the meantime, you owe me answers.” She rose off his lap and lifted her nose to the air. “I wonder how far from the station we are.”
    He took a deep breath, not finding it easy to return to business conversation with his waning cock growing cold. “We have a long walk back.”
    “Damn, and I’m sticky,” she said, thrusting a hand between her legs, a look of disgust wrinkling her forehead.
    “That I can do something about.” He reached up and gripped her ass, pulling her toward him.
    Her footsteps were leaden, but she came, her chin lifting to show her resentment.
    This time, Alec’s hands coaxed rather than demanded, until she stood, legs braced apart, her pussy poised before his mouth. He bent to take the longest streaks of fluid that had leaked down her legs and worked his way upward.
    Her rigid stance relaxed, and she swayed, angling her legs apart, begging him silently to come to her center.
    Relief, and an emotion he’d sooner tamp deep inside, swept over him. He sucked her hot, swollen lips into his mouth, bathing them with his tongue, then cooled her hot flesh by blowing softly over them—offering an apology he couldn’t voice.
    When her fingers threaded through his hair, he accepted the invitation without comment and licked between the folds, parting them gently. He massaged her pussy while he drank, thumbing her clit until she moaned and pulsed her thighs and hips, sliding her cunt against his mouth and tongue, faster and faster.
    Alec resisted her growing insistence and drew out her arousal, sucking on her until she squirmed and begged. “Please, Alec. Please.”
    The begging earned her completion, and he fluttered his tongue on her clit and suckled it, not stopping until she groaned and collapsed against him.
    Alec hugged her body, resting his hot cheek against her belly until she remembered who he was and drew back.
    Finally, he stood and grasped her hand to lead her from the forest.