Cassidy lifted her hand and flicked open the top button on her blouse before pausing. She forced herself to push past the fog of desire that was clouding her head and speak.
"What happens tomorrow?" she asked.
"I'm not interested in tomorrow."
Easy for him to say. "But—"
"No buts." He took one last step toward her. The hard expanse of his chest pressed into hers with every breath. "The only thing that matters is now."
He lifted his hand and wrapped it around the back of her neck. His fingers tangled in her hair, loosening the last of the pins she'd used to secure her bun. They pinged against the hardwood floor at her feet as they fell.
A low growl rumbled deep in Samson's chest as he pulled her close. He touched her like he owned her, and—God help her—Cassidy wanted to be owned. To be exposed to him, offered to him, filled with him.
Samson pulled his hands down an inch, forcing her chin up and exposing her neck.
Cassidy sucked in a ragged breath as his lips pressed against her skin. She squirmed as he grazed her with his teeth. A rush of need rocketed through her body, and she let out a moan she couldn't stifle. Didn't want to stifle.
But a second later, the sound changed to a cry of disappointment when Samson abruptly pulled away.
She could barely breathe as she looked up at his hungry and predatory gaze.
"Now," he commanded. "Take off your goddamned clothes."
Chapter Seven
At first, Cassidy's hands trembled as she fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, but her nerves didn't last long. There was something about the way Samson's eyes changed as he watched her slowly undress. The way they narrowed. Focused. Zeroed in on her and her alone.
The intensity in his gaze made her feel like she was the only person in the world. The only thing that mattered.
There was something thrilling about the realization.
Thrilling…and powerful.
Cassidy soaked in the sensation. She deliberately slowed her hands as she pulled off her bra. She reveled in the way he licked his lips when she exposed her breasts. Her excitement only grew as he growled possessively when she inched her pants down to the floor. His hands clenched into fists as her panties followed.
But she should have known that an alpha wouldn't let her keep this control over him for long.
The second she stood naked before him, Cassidy suddenly found herself swung up in the air. She barely had time to wrap her arms around his neck before he laid her down on his bed.
Need surged inside her at his show of strength. She tried to curl her legs around the wide breadth of his hips and draw him against her, but he refused to comply.
Instead, he reached between her spread legs and kneaded her vulva with his huge hand.
Cassidy cried out at the raw sensation of a single finger sliding inside her. Her body tightened around him. How the hell was she on the brink of orgasm with a single touch? A rush of hot, wet desire crashed through her.
Too hot. Too wet.
Cassidy bit her lip and closed her eyes, as shame roared through her. Above her, Samson suddenly stopped.
She opened her eyes to see him staring down with a possessiveness she had no idea how to react to.
"This," he said, holding his drenched fingers above her bare chest.
"I—I can't help it, I—"
"This is mine," he said. "Your slick is mine. You respond to me."
Cassidy found herself nodding, the shame vanishing like a puddle in the hot sun replaced by an unfamiliar level of excitement.
"Any man who has taken you before has not taken this," he went on.
That was an understatement. Cassidy had never been this wet before. Not even close.
Clasping both his hands around her wrists, he pinned her hands above her head and angled his hips between her legs.
She found herself panting with need, desperate for his touch, even as he stayed maddeningly just out of reach. Eventually though, she managed to lift herself high enough to grind her pussy against him.
Cassidy's eyes widening at the astonishing size of his rock-hard shaft through the denim of his jeans. Knowing all about the size differences in their natures, reading the statistics in books hadn't prepared her for the reality of feeling the outline of his cock sliding against her.
It was so big. So long. So…perfect.
Two strokes against the full length and Cassidy felt another rush of slick heat the walls of her pussy. Three more after that, and she was on the edge of a blistering orgasm.
She tried to hold it back, knowing that once she came, it would all be over—for her, at least—but the need to keep going was too strong. Sensation blotted out rational thought, and she gave in to the power of pleasure.
Wave after wave rocked through her as her back arched, feeling the press of rough denim against her clit.
Cassidy shook and cried out. Her legs trembled. Her fingers clawed futilely at the sheets beneath her. It went on and on. Lasting far longer than she could track.
All she knew was when it was finally over, she was left shaking and breathless beneath him.
And that was just from a dry hump.
Holy shit.
Samson didn't seem half as amazed, though. When she looked up at his face, he was smirking down at her with animal satisfaction.
He let go of her hands and rose to his feet. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he yanked it over his head and give Cassidy her first look at his bare chest.
Just like she'd always imagined, it was astonishingly broad and sculpted, the muscles of his abs standing out in stark relief in the lamplight, flexing and rippling as he moved.
Next, he pulled off his pants.
Cassidy managed to pull herself up on her elbows just as his cock sprung free. Her eyes went wide. It was massive, as beautifully sculpted as the rest of him, a
