hiss escaped me.
He panted, every muscle in his body tense. “Fuck, you’re tight, Alice.” His hips flexed, and I felt him push deeper, the sharp stabs of pain gone and replaced by a low ache. It felt as if he’d invaded me, and I wasn’t quite sure I liked the sensation yet.
But then he leaned in to kiss me again, and I melted under his mouth. His tongue thrusting into my mouth felt…different with him buried deep inside me, and the ache of need in my sex began to return. When his hips hitched again, I lifted with him.
“Alice,” he panted, and I could see the sheen of sweat on his face - his gorgeous, wonderful face - as he moved slowly, determined not to hurt me. His gaze flicked to mine and our eyes locked, and I saw a flicker of his wolf in his eyes.
And then he thrust, hard, sinking deep.
I gasped. Not because it hurt, but because it had filled that raw ache with a sweet bolt of pleasure. My arms curled around his neck and I lifted my mouth for him to kiss again, even as I raised my hips.
“Alice,” he growled against my mouth, and began to thrust harder. I lifted my hips with each movement, determined to match him, and felt the spiraling pleasure of sex washing through me again. This felt good, really good. Jackson’s hard body moving over mine, moving deep inside me, his chest brushing against my nipples, his mouth on mine, the musky scent of him filling my nostrils - all of the sensations combined to create a whirlwind of pleasure that enveloped me, and before long, I was crying out my pleasure with each thrust, hungry for more.
“You going to come again?” he gritted, driving hard into me. “Going to come for me again?”
I nodded, my lips seeking his and only succeeding in barely brushing over them. The kisses had given way as he’d begun to pump into me harder and faster, his own desire overtaking him.
“I want to see it,” he told me, his whisper harsh, and I felt his fingers move between us where we were joined. A moment later, I felt him flick my clit, even as he thrust deep inside me again.
I moaned hard, my body arching. The combined sensations were too much - I couldn’t process it. “Jackson,” I growled, my voice loud. “I need—“
“I know,” he told me. ‘I know.” And he flicked his fingers over my clit again.
I came hard, two seconds before he did. My groans locked with his, and I felt the wash of him inside me, even as my legs clenched and quivered around his tight hips, my nails sunk deep into his shoulders with the fierceness of my orgasm.
It took a few minutes for my body to calm, for muscles to unlock, for breathing to slow. Jackson’s heavy weight collapsed on top of me, a delicious feeling that I didn’t mind in the slightest. I was still sprawled underneath him, his cock buried deep inside me, and my skin, damp with perspiration, stuck to his.
I’d never been more content.
After a moment, he propped up on one elbow and gave me a pleased look, his dark blond hair stuck to his forehead in funny little ringlets. “You okay?”
I nodded, stretching an arm over my head and yawning. I felt fucking fantastic.
“Good,” he murmured, and leaned in to kiss my neck. “I wasn’t sure because you weren’t being yourself.”
My brows drew together and I gave him a curious look. “Being myself? What do you mean?”
His eyebrows wiggled down at me in a way that could only be defined as ‘lecherous.’ “I don’t know. Between all that moaning and begging, it was practically like you were showing throat to me. Wasn’t like the alpha I know at all.”
I growled low in my throat and pushed at his shoulder until we rolled over in my narrow bed. A moment later, Jackson was pinned under me and I straddled him. “Showing throat, huh?”
“‘Fraid so.”
I snorted. “At what point did I show throat? When I told you to lick me harder?”
“I don’t recall hearing that,” he said innocently. “All I know is that I climbed on top of you and had my way with you.”
“That so?” I told him, and reached out to flick one of his nipples with my fingers, enjoying his reaction. I felt every ripple of his shiver with him trapped between my thighs - and still trapped inside my body. “Because that’s not how I remember it.”
“Selective memory,” he teased. “Happens in betas.”
“Beta?” I growled. “I’m no beta.”
“I don’t know. I always thought that mating with an alpha female would mean she’d want to be in charge of everything.”
I gave another wiggle of my hips on top of him. “You want to see a female in charge in bed?” I leaned down and put my mouth on one of his nipples, biting at it. “You just tell me when you’re ready for more and I’ll show you an alpha female in bed.”
Jackson’s eyes gleamed with pleasure. “That so?”
“It is.” I knew I’d fallen for the oldest trick in the book, but I didn’t much care.
That was the thing with Jackson and me. We were perfect for each other, because we complimented each other’s strengths. When I fell back, he was there to pick up the pace and take the lead. When I wanted to lead? He let me and was content to assist. It wasn’t that one of us was stronger than the other, or more dominant. We were just different, and dominant in different ways.
It was like our pack was just a big puzzle, and I’d found the missing piece. And as I leaned in to press a kiss to his chest, I knew he felt the same way.
I didn’t have to ask, after all. It was obvious in his face, as it was in mine.
We were pack, and we were home.
*** The End ***
From the Author
Thank you for reading this book! Seriously – thank you. Somewhere out there, a unicorn just farted a rainbow out of sheer happiness. And your hair sure is pretty today! Have you lost weight? No? Well, keep doing what you’re doing, because you look fabulous.
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