Outlaw (Wolves of Royal Paynes #4) - Kiki Burrelli Page 0,52

enough.

The non-existent music took me over. We didn't need a drum or a piano, not when we danced to the beat of Diesel's heart and my hips rolled to the melody of his adoration.

But, even that wasn't enough for long. My pants felt both too tight and too thick. Any boundary between our skin was too much. Unwelcomed.

"Diesel," I moaned, wrenching my top half around at the waist where I found his mouth.

He kept the kiss light, much too gentle for the touch I craved. "What's wrong, baby?"

I bucked, enjoying his hiss while hoping that got my point across. Diesel just growled softly, the only indication that I was testing his will was the way he'd squeezed my hipbone.

"What is it?" His tone was way too tender for me to believe he truly didn't know what I wanted.

Besides, I probably smelled like an animal in heat.

"I need you," I whimpered.

Suddenly, the fact that I hadn't yet taken his full dick was unacceptable. I didn't want there to be any part of Diesel that I hadn't claimed with my body and though I'd surely run my tongue and hands along that gloriously veiny skin, I hadn't taken him inside me.

How could I be Diesel's full mate with only a partial dicking?

Diesel snarled in response to the thought I hadn't meant to voice. "Is that what's wrong, baby boy? You're hungry for my cock?"

Fucking hell, now I was. I'd been before, but now I was man-stranded-on-a-desert-island-for-a-thousand-years level of hungry. Words left me. I could only bite my lip and nod like a pitiful street urchin only asking for a bit of change—and also to get railed.

My mountain of a man spun me without difficulty, catching my ass squarely. The new position was heaven and hell. I had friction against my own aching erection, which was an improvement. But now, I didn't even have the warmth of Diesel's body at my backside.

I didn't know if I should whimper or whine and ended up doing both. For several long seconds, all Diesel did was watch me work myself into a frenzy, bouncing and hanging off him like a jungle gym. But I could only get so much friction and soon became frustrated. "Diesel, please. Please…"

I didn't care that I was finally begging like he'd asked days ago. I was too overcome with my lust to care. In fact, if begging got me what I wanted, then just call me Fido because I was willing to cry until I got that bone. "I'm so empty, alpha. I need your heat. I need you in me. I want to take you, all of you."

Diesel grabbed the waist of my pants and pulled, tearing at the seams. I bounced back, releasing them from where they'd snagged between our bodies. He made short work of my shirt, leaving me in his arms, completely naked while he was still fully clothed.

His lips claimed mine in a searing kiss that left me panting. "Shh, baby boy." His lips still touched mine as he spoke. "I have what you need."

His warm palm hugged my cheek and I pressed into the touch. My alpha would take care of me. He had what I needed. I just had to trust him and—

Why was I still empty?

I let out my own growl—not nearly as impressive or boner-inducing as Diesel's—and reached between our bodies. I'd let him take his time, teasing and drawing it out, after I got my fingers around my throbbing dick.

But, of course, Diesel wouldn't allow that. He pulled my hands back. "Around my neck, omega."

At any other time, I would've taken him to task for the gruff command, but my skin felt too tight with arousal to do anything but obey. I wrapped my arms around his thick neck, holding my hands together in a hope that extra compliance would get me what I wanted faster.

It at least got Diesel to undo the button of his pants. His fingers disappeared under the fabric returning with his cock. A sparkling bead of pre-cum glistened at the tip, gathering and growing in size before it became too much and had to slide down the shaft—or drip on the floor.

I shuddered at the idea that my alpha was literally dripping with desire for me. I licked my lips and hunched over, trying to dive between our bodies to get my mouth around him. He stopped me—a classic Diesel move. We'd do this his way. I could suggest, beg, plead and scream, but Diesel still