Alphas of Red Moon Ranch(15)

She felt his hot breath, felt his rough stubble brush against her sensitive skin, and moaned at the sensation. She watched as he opened her up like a flower, his thumb and forefinger baring her swollen, pink nub, and kept eye contact with him as he extended his tongue and ran the tip of it up her slit. The sensation sent a shock of pleasure up the center of her body and her hips bucked against his mouth. She gasped; he smiled. Cocky bastard.

Cocky was the right word for it, apparently; when her leg shifted, it brushed against his hard erection trapped in his pants. She thought of freeing it, thought of it inside of her, and that just made her spill more readily into his mouth as he lapped her up like a dog.

Holly felt completely out of control. His hand pushed her dress further up, baring her tummy, casually exploring. She could feel the heat of her skin ricocheting off his palm and she trembled, the cool night air kissing her bare skin. Couldn’t believe she was letting him do this period, let alone out in the open where someone could pass by any second and look up and see them tangled together. God, what a bad first impression that would make. The thought made her blush and she gasped as his tongue flicked her sensitive nub sharply. “Wait, wait, wait,” she begged. “What if someone sees us?”

“Let them,” he growled, his voice deeper than before, thick and gravelly with lust. “Let them see you like this. Let them know you’re mine.”

The tone of his voice made the innermost part of her clench and throb. The ache was only briefly relived when she again felt the warmth of his mouth rolling between her legs wetly, his thumb petting that ginger triangle of hair pointing downward like an arrow. But then the ache grew hotter, tighter, and all she could think about was more, more, more—

She felt one of his strong fingers dive inside of her and it ripped a gasp from her chest as she arched into his hand. Just one finger, one, slowly curling in a come hither gesture, and yet she was thrashing on the hay, hips pushing closer to his mouth. Her heel found his back and she dug in as she felt his tongue dart around her vulnerable, exposed nub. She heard him growl, and it was such a raw animal noise it sent a new barb of pleasure through her center. Her pussy clenched, she vibrated on the edge, and all she could say was, “Yes…yes, yes, oh, yes—!”

He licked, sucked, and nibbled her over the edge, his beard tickling her. She crashed down around his finger, body tight as a finger trap, cumming with hummingbird pulses. Jacob drew her down from it slowly, easing her out, letting her ride her orgasm on his lips. She squirmed, thighs clutching him. Her head was still spinning when he pulled up abruptly, hunched over her. She felt like a jellyfish, a liquid, taking the form of her container, while he was strength, coiled muscles and that animal, predatory stance. He kissed her, hard, his tongue pressing into her mouth, and she felt dirty—so dirty—dripping onto the straw, tasting herself on his lips.

And she felt alive. So alive. It felt as though she’d had a corset laced tightly around each of her lungs and, for the first time in twenty years, the laces had snapped and she could finally breathe. Fresh, clean mountain air. She sucked his tongue into her mouth sloppily and moaned, fingers clinging to the back of his head.

He pulled back and—for a second—she swore she saw a golden fire dance in his irises before it vanished just as quickly. He licked his lips and said, “Would you like to go inside?”

She grinned. She felt like a teenager, sloppy and bare and useless. She nodded once, then admitted, “I don’t think I can use my legs.”

“Lemme help you,” he said and slipped his hands under her legs.

“No, no, you’ll break your back!” she said quickly—she’d banished scales from her bathroom long ago but she didn’t need to know her weight to know it’d take at least three men to lift her. Still, he took her up in his arms and, despite her protests, picked her up. As though she weighed nothing. She’d guessed he was strong but that strength was just, well. Inhuman.

“Look at that, princess,” he murmured with a smile, cradling her. “You fit like you belong here.”

She rested her head against his chest, wanted to thank him, but her throat suddenly closed up with emotion. It felt small, trivial, but she’d resigned herself to the fact that she’d never be carried again. Never be able to feel that sense of security in a man’s arms. If he could do this, what else could he do? What other old, forgotten dreams could he pry out of the dusty shelves at the back of her mind if she stayed with him?

She didn’t get to think about it for too long. Her head tucked against his chest and she listened to his heartbeat—so solid, so constant. Before she knew it, she passed out in his arms.