The Alpha’s Desire 2(22)

 

 

 

The image of him, bare, bound, built, got me wiggling for different reasons.

 

 

 

“Can’t you hold still?” he teased. “I’m nearly done. And if it helps, I love every word. And, before you accuse, I’m not just saying that to save your feelings. I honestly mean every word I’m saying,” he muttered, stuttering over the words as he continued to read even as he spoke.

 

 

 

I used to do the same to my father when he’d come home late and tried to ask me about my day before he got too drunk, but he’d caught me in the middle of a good book. It used to amuse him, as very few things did. He’d always said he didn’t understand how I could do two things like that at once, read and talk, or study and watch TV. But, he’d seen the proof on my report card.

 

 

 

“You are so talented,” Lex stated, as he slapped the pages down on his lap. His head shook as he continued, “I wish I had the words to convey just how much so. But I’m not a word guy. You will just have to understand that I am blown away not only by the content, but by your phrasings. I swear you could describe anything, a simple inch worm, and it would be entertaining to read. And I hate to read. Hope that doesn’t diminish me in your eyes.”

 

 

 

“No. Of course not. I’m not one to judge people because they have different interests than mine. Although, I’ll admit to judging others when they are intolerant of others’ differences,” I confessed with a quick and slight tilt of my head.

 

 

 

“Amazing,” he slurred over the ‘z,’ hanging onto it for emphasis or as if he’d forgotten how to articulate.

 

 

 

He stood up and walked the two steps to where I sat. Kneeling down before me, he shook his head, his eyes searching mine, before he took my face in his hands and kissed me. I felt the tingle in my toes as I wiggled them in my slippers. Our tongues met, teased, as he pulled my body to his. My legs wrapped around him as he lifted me as he stood. I got fuzzyheaded just with that thrill alone. He held my ass hard as he walked me into the apartment.

 

 

 

“Wait, I wanted to know about the vampires. I want to play more with our magic. While I don’t mind the sex at all, at some point I’ve developed more questions, and I want answers eventually?”

 

 

 

“You’d rather talk than have my cock inside you?”

 

 

 

“Hell no. But we have to rest sometime, and then, I want answers. It’s just I waited so patiently while you read, you gave me too much time to think,” I got out between his kisses as he walked.

 

 

 

“You think too much. And, sometimes you talk too much. I love you still. I love everything about you. It’s so amazing, mind blowing, to be able to confess my feelings, and to act on them,” he mused in a gravelly voice that vibrated through me even as he laid me out on the bed.

 

 

 

After batting off my slippers, he untied my robe. With an outward sweep of his hands, he uncovered me. His eyes drank me in with a hunger I felt in my soul, a deep churning that tightened my stomach.

 

 

 

“Turn over,” he commanded. “Get up on your knees. I’m in charge this time.”

 

 

 

As I rose, I let the robe fall from my arms. Without moving it from the bed, I turned over until I positioned myself doggie style in front of him. His hands fell to my ass, rubbing over the fullness there, pressing his fingers into the softness. As I closed my eyes to just experience the sensation of his heated massage, a hand fell heavy on my back, pushed my head to the mattress, raising my ass to him. My wet folds opened, revealing me fully to him.

 

 

 

That animalistic grumble of his shook the bed slightly. I eased more into the pose, encouraging him to touch me, to take me. His hand fell hard onto my right cheek, the sting of it pulling a yip from me. The vibration of it sent a tingle through my pussy. I wiggled my ass at him, an instinct to beg for more.

 

 

 

“You like that,” he hissed with a low approval to his tone. “I love that.”

 

 

 

His hand fell several more times, alternating cheeks as I squirmed, begging for more. Each swat fell harder. Each harsh touch of his palm to my flesh got closer and closer to my wet folds until they trembled in anticipation of being touched. My legs shook even as I tensed up the muscles in my thighs, curled my toes in tight.

 

 

 

I yipped again like a tiny dog when his tongue touched between my folds. He licked me hungrily at first, before he took to sucking. His tongue teased my opening, making it clench up in want of him. Luckily, he didn’t make we wait long. His hand clenched in my hair at the base of my neck, just seconds before he released a curse and let go.