Alpha’s Strength(66)

“That’s good. I’ll count on you to claw my opponent to death.”

Betsy sniffed at his neck, and it sent shivers down his spine. He loved the thought that she was taking his scent into her blood, the same way he did hers. “John isn’t so close that he can hear us, is he?”

“Oh.” He laughed, finally understanding why she wanted him not to guard their door. “If he can hear us, I’ll count on him to use the good sense to never, ever say anything.”

He cupped her breast through her shirt and tweaked her nipple until it budded in his hand. She sucked in her breath. “How can you be awake? You haven’t slept in forever.”

“I’m an Alpha werewolf. Despite the fact that I find myself able to rest better with you than I ever have before, I actually don’t require very much sleep.”

“Oh. I get it. You’re such a tough guy. Big strong Alpha doesn’t need to get his Zzzs like the rest of us.”

He picked her up in his arms, carried her over to bed, and then he laid her down on it. “Well, if you would prefer me to go to sleep instead of ravishing you, I’m sure I can manage to do that.”

Although the truth was he’d not be able to conk out if she denied him. His balls had tightened to the point of pain, and his cock tented his pants. Betsy smiled, her eyes slitting into what he thought of as her sultry gaze. He got even harder and had to adjust his pants. Wow, the woman unmanned him, made him feel like a teenager.

She reached between him and cupped his balls through his pants. “I think someone down there is excited to see me.”

“He’s always ecstatic to be in your presence. Trust me on this. I may spend the rest of my life two seconds from totally hard at all times.”

She kissed him, her soft lips drawing him in to her like a moth to a flame. If she burned him to death, he’d die happy.

They pulled at each other’s clothes until there were no barriers between them. Betsy reached up to stroke his face. “From behind this time?”

His heart rate kicked up a notch. “Really?”

“Yes. I want to try it every which way with you. This time I want you deep inside of me, pushing in as far as you can go.”

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He flipped her over, running his hand down her smooth ass. Betsy was rounded in all the right places. The curve of her ass filled out her pants, and now, bare to his gaze, it made his mouth water. Because he had to, he pinched her rear.

She yelped and then laughed at him. “Are you goosing me while I’m naked and totally exposed to you?”

“Yep.” Just for good measure, he did it again.

She hissed. “Watch out. Payback will be a bitch. I might just decide to grab your behind while we’re in public.”

The idea amused him more than it should. What would his pack do if his mate went around goosing him? There would certainly be a scandal to manage. The gossiping tongues would wag. That was all right. He’d take the talk if it meant he could continue to mark up her hot ass.

Cyrus pushed one finger inside of her, relieved to find her warm and ready. She moaned at his slight touch, and he smiled. It took so little to get Betsy excited. She was always so perfectly responsive.

“Like that, princess?” He found her clit and stroked it with two fingers until she vibrated against him.

“You’re cruel.” Her voice had lowered. “Getting me all excited and then leaving me to wait like this.”

Her hips pushed back against him, indicating her readiness for his entrance. He kissed her back, running his tongue on her skin. “You’re not the only one suffering, my love. But the longer we wait, the sweeter the reward. On your knees.”

She complied. “Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. You like to torment me.”

“Not true. Your every need is my privilege to fulfill.” He pushed deeply inside of her. She’d wanted him as far as he could get, so he swept in balls deep. She cried out. “Better?”

“Cyrus.” She gripped the headboard so tightly her knuckles appeared white. “Oh my god, you’re so deep inside of me.”

“That was the idea.” And if he could somehow manage to not embarrass himself by ending all of this too quickly, he’d consider himself a lucky man.

Nothing could be more perfect, and he wished he could spend eternity right where he was. But his body quivered, begging for release, for him to give both of them what they needed, and he’d be able to deny the need to move only for so long.

Still, if he could take a second, one moment to live within her, then he could bring the memory to surface whenever he was alone or unsure or bored.

“Cyrus.” She said his name again, and he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. His woman never needed to beg for her release.