Alpha’s Strength(35)

The heat she’d experienced earlier when she lay against him rushed back. Her body felt languid. He lifted his head, planting kisses all over her face and down onto her neck. “You taste just like I knew you would.”

She hoped that was a good thing and decided it must be because he didn’t stop kissing her. Instead, his hands fumbled with her buttons, a sign that perhaps Cyrus wasn’t as composed as he pretended. Task completed, he removed her shirt and stared down at her.

“What?” Her cheeks heated up. She wasn’t super skinny—she could probably afford to lose a few pounds. Did he not like what he saw?

“You are the single most beautiful woman I’ve ever beheld.”

“Stop it.” She shook her head. Not that she wanted to even consider any of the other women he might have beheld, but she didn’t need pretty words to fill her mind with non-truths. It wasn’t that she thought herself unattractive, but Cyrus was rich and handsome. There was no way some drop-dead-gorgeous werewolf or human hadn’t been where she was.

“You don’t believe me?” He seemed surprised. “I think we’re going to have to do something about that.”

“No, that’s really not necessary.”

“Oh. I think it is.” Cyrus hauled her up against him, and she gasped. Where was he going to drag her off to now?

“Are we going somewhere?”

“The bedroom.” He rounded the corner back into his bedroom. She could still smell the Lysol she’d sprayed earlier and now wished she hadn’t. Cyrus dropped her on the bed and walked to window. He must have had the same thought as she because he cracked it, letting fresh air into the room.

“Weren’t we in a perfectly good bedroom?”

He shook his head. “No. This is our room. That’s for guests. You’re not a guest. Guest implies impermanence. You live here now.”

While she waited on the bed, he yanked open his closet door. On the other side of it was a full-length mirror. “Cyrus, what are you planning?”

He didn’t speak and, instead, walked over and picked her up again. She never would have thought she’d liked being handled this way, but she loved it. Anytime Cyrus wanted to pick her up and bring her somewhere, she’d gladly go.

“Look at yourself.”

She shook her head and tried to squirm in his arms. He set her down on her feet, holding her still in front of the mirror. “I’d rather look at you.”

“We’ll get to that. But I told you that you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and you didn’t believe me. You thought I lied to you. I can’t have that. I think you need to learn to believe me.”

“Are you going to spank me?” The idea had merit. If he wanted her to bend over and be punished, she’d not say no.

“Maybe another night.” Cyrus leaned over, his face right above her shoulder blade. “Tonight, I’m going to bite you.”

“What?”

She’d no more asked than Cyrus’ teeth sank into her shoulder, right next to her neck. Betsy gasped, but not from pain. Liquid heat pooled inside of her and slid downward toward her thighs. Her knees buckled, and he caught her. “That’s the first. I’m going to bite you again. When we’ve reached completion, I’m going to bite down on you so hard it will mark you forever. When it starts to heal, I’ll bite it again. This will happen for the rest of our lives.”

Betsy nodded, her brain in a haze of pleasure. Yes, bite her again. He should bite her over and over. All the time.

“Now look at yourself.” She did as he asked and stared at the woman in the mirror. Betsy hardly recognized herself. Who was the woman with the heated eyes, the messed-up hair, and the flushed cheeks? It couldn’t really be her. Pressed up against Cyrus, she didn’t look too rounded where she’d thought she should be more slender. No, she came across as sultry and small.

“Do you see these breasts?” Cyrus ran his fingers around her nipple.

She nodded. Not that she usually gave them that much of a look, but she could certainly see them now. “Yes.”

“They’re beautiful. More than a handful cupped in my grip.” He smoothed his fingers over them, and she shuddered. “So smooth and tender to my touch. Your nipples are pink. I want my mouth on them, but first, I have to hear you tell me how beautiful they are.”

His cock pressed up against her ass as he held her. This was turning him on. Betsy smiled and could see in the mirror that she suddenly appeared as a woman who knew how much her man wanted her. He controlled an entire pack, and he belonged to her.

Maybe it was a werewolf thing…maybe it was her discovery that actually belonging to a powerful man was a hot thing…but Betsy believed him. If she said that her breasts were beautiful, then they must be.