Outlaw (Wolves of Royal Paynes #4) - Kiki Burrelli Page 0,53

made the choice.

Thankfully, I had a caring alpha who wanted me as much as I did him.

He carried me over to where the drop sheet sat folded on the ground and reached beneath it, removing the lump I'd noticed earlier.

I cocked my head to the side. "Coconut oil?"

"Trick I picked up from the twins."

I laughed loudly. I was pretty sure he didn't mean he'd learned while using the coconut oil with the twins, but if that was the truth, I couldn't say I hated it. Could I handle seeing a Diesel, Huntley and Jagger sandwich? Probably not. But I could ask Sitka if he'd ever imagined the same thing.

"Whatever you're thinking, you're wrong," Diesel grumbled before pumping oil into his palm. With one hand, he rubbed the oil around to coat his fingers.

"Too bad, I was thinking how good those fingers are going to feel inside me." That wasn't a lie, since I did wonder about that. Just not at the moment Diesel was asking about.

"I guess if you can't feel good, I'll settle for you feeling owned." He slid the first digit in my tight ring, letting my body adjust before he wiggled it around, gently stretching my rim.

"Mm, yes, yours, Diesel. All yours."

One finger turned into two. It wasn't just my brain that was eager to take a trip to Poundtown, my ass was eager as well, evident by how quickly my hole opened to accept him.

"You're going to try to take all of me?" Diesel stopped his thrusts and spread his fingers out inside of me, making a W that he used to stretch me further.

My chin hit my sternum in my zeal to respond. He slid all four inside and I gasped but bore down on his hand, rotating my hips as wildly as he'd allow. "I need to. I need all of you. So you're really mine."

"I'm already yours, baby boy, but I'm glad you want me. It's okay if you can't. If you never can—"

The playful arrogance in his words said he was mostly joking—though I was sure if I ended up not being able to handle it, he wouldn't be disappointed.

In my mind, that wasn't a possibility. "Diesel." My keening wail finally drove him to slide his dick to the place on my body begging for his attention. He didn't push to far, only letting the head of his cock prod against my greedy opening.

"Fuck, baby boy, your ass is drawing me in. Clinging tight. Don't worry, I'm done teasing you."

I wouldn't have believed him all the way if it weren't for his next hip thrust.

With my arms around his neck, Diesel's hands were free to grab my ass where he stretched the cheeks apart and slid in that much more.

I bit his shoulder, clenching my teeth into the fabric of his shirt. This was fine, I'd done this much before, but with as much as I had to convince myself I could take it, it might as well have been my first time.

"Are you okay? We can stop whenever. I'll be just as happy getting my tongue in here as my dick.

Forgetting for a moment that no one in the history of the world would be "'just as happy" to not get fucked, I didn't want that.

"I'm okay. Keep going. I want you."

He kept going.

And going.

And going…

When our bodies finally met, flush together, my teeth clenched together I was stuffed so full. I couldn't see how we would move, how I'd be able to do anything but live the rest of my life like this, stuck on my alpha's monster dick.

But, as was his way, Diesel showed me what my body could do. He lifted my hips, sliding out slowly before letting me fall gently back down. My feet hooked over one another at the small of his back but he didn't need my help keeping me upright.

He highlighted this fact as he spun around, resuming our dancing sway while he pumped into my body at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"No," I whimpered. "Not gentle. I don't want gentle, Diesel."

His throat rumbled. "Quinlan, we have time to go slow."

We might've had the time, but I didn't have the desire. I couldn't stand the idea of him keeping any part of himself from me, whether that was his sarcastic quips, or his primal stamina, I loved all of him and wanted all of him.

I didn't recognize the sharp, plaintive mewls coming from my mouth, but Diesel did.

His fingers flexed tightly—he'd be upset about the