When He's An Alpha (The Olympus Pride #2) - Suzanne Wright Page 0,85
clenched when she made this distinctive, telling little moan just as her pussy warmed, tightened, and quaked around him. “Christ.”
A flush swept up her body. Her eyes widened. Her breath caught. Her pussy spasmed. And then she was coming. He used his grip on her hair to keep her head up so he could watch her orgasm take her; so he could watch as her eyes went blind, her swollen lips parted, and her brow creased like the pleasure was so good it was almost painful.
“Fuck, yeah.” Keeping his cock snug inside her, Tate stood, turned, and dropped the upper half of her body on the bed. Gripping her ass tight, he pounded into her, wanting to bury himself so deep inside her she’d choke on him.
“Oh God, don’t stop.” Havana curved her legs around him and gripped the bedsheet. Every savage thrust hit her so deep as he fucked her hard, his pace far faster than hers. Oh, and then he adjusted his angle, finding a decadently sensitive spot inside her. She fisted the bedsheet tighter. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
“Again,” he bit out, finding her clit with his thumb. “I want you to come for me again.”
Well, he’d get what he wanted, because she was already close. And as that very adept thumb rolled, pressed, flicked, and rubbed, the pressure inside her built and built and built.
He bent over her, his glittering eyes snaring hers. “One day, I’m going to leave a permanent brand on you, so the world knows you’re mine. Until then …” He sank his teeth into the crook of her neck.
She sucked in a breath as pleasure tore through her in violent waves, bowing her back. He closed his mouth over hers, swallowing her scream, and growled as he slammed harder, faster. Then he exploded.
Havana melted into the mattress, her body shaking, her lungs burning for air. Tate collapsed on top of her, catching his weight on his forearms. For long moments, they just stayed there like that, trying to catch their breath as he slowly glided his cock in and out of her.
He kissed the stinging bite mark on her neck and hummed. “Your scent gets so much sweeter after you come. Makes my cat want to lick you all up. I’ll be the one doing the licking, though—it’s part of my plans for later.”
She drifted her fingertips over the sleek skin of his back. “Later?”
Lifting his head, he stared down at her, his eyes languid and lazy. “Yes, later. I’m staying here tonight.”
She flicked up a brow. “While I have no issue with that, I have an issue with the ‘don’t argue with me’ tone.” So did her devil, but the animal was currently too out-of-it to do more than toss him a frown. “However, as you just gave me a momentous orgasm and I’m feeling all warm and tingly, I’ll let it go. It’s best if you don’t pull out that tone again, though, ’kay?”
His mouth quirked. “Momentous orgasm?”
“That’s all you got from what I just said?”
Holding back a chuckle, Tate kissed her. He could be overbearing without giving it much thought—not to be an asshole, but because it was literally in his nature to dominate and take control. He liked that she had no issues with putting him in his place. “Funny … you like the ‘don’t argue with me’ tone when I’m using it in bed.”
She narrowed her eyes. “No, I really don’t.”
He smiled. “Oh, you really do. I’ll prove it later.” Unable to resist, he dropped his mouth to hers and nipped her lower lip. He’d mark that tonight. He’d leave an imprint of his teeth on it, just as he had on her neck.
He swept his thumb over the brand near her pulse. The bite wasn’t deep, but it wouldn’t heal quickly. She’d wear it for at least a day or two—something that immensely pleased both him and his cat. The feline was currently rubbing up against her, letting out a satisfied, throaty purr.
Tate gave her one last kiss and then carefully pulled his softening cock out of her. He shuffled them both further up the bed, just as he had last time he was here. Laying on his side facing her, he combed his fingers through her damp hair. “I’m pissed at myself for taking so long to consciously sense who you are to me.”
“Most shifters struggle with that. I’m struggling with it. So don’t be mad at yourself.”