Owned: An Alpha Anthology (26 page)

"Looks sweet, but not as sweet as you," he murmured. With a soft smile, he removed the next cover. A three-tiered ice cream sundae with strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla and a single glazed cherry on top. He smirked. "Could have potential."

I swallowed, my body making it known that’d been hours since I’d eaten and every cell was dust thanks to the incinerating lust this man caused.

"Looks delicious."

"Probably are," Cas whispered. "However, I’m sure a mix of you and sugar would be better." Sticking a finger—the same finger that’d been inside me—he scooped up some ice cream and sucked it slowly. His eyes flashed. "Mm, I was right. Saffron and vanilla—my new favourite combination."

I stood frozen to the spot. My suddenly dry mouth hankered for some crisp champagne. He had no shame, no guile, no filter.

I loved it.

My eyes flickered to the ice bucket.

Cas noticed.

With a low chuckle, he strode forward and grabbed the neck of the bottle. With sexy eyes—ffiercely intelligent and cagey, he whispered, "You want some of this?"

What will he do?

I nodded.

Coming closer, he smiled. "I think you deserve a reward. Open."

When I didn’t move, he frowned. Placing a tingling hand on my shoulder, he turned me around and backed me toward the bed. With conquering pressure, he pushed me into a sitting position on the mattress.

"Open," he repeated, towering above.

He looked like a menace, a God…a demon.

My pussy clenched. Slowly, my lips fell open.

He bent to grab my hair. His fingers looped with my strands, tilting my head back. With intensity echoing off his body, he raised the ice-cold bottle of alcohol and splashed bubbles into my mouth.

I flinched as coldness trickled down my throat. Missing my lips, a path of champagne cascaded down my chin, running a swift path to my cleavage. 

Cas ducked, his tongue lashing out to lap up the mess. I moaned as he followed the trail, capturing a nipple in his intoxicating mouth. I didn’t need alcohol to become drunk. I already was—on him.

He stood upright, eyes burning into mine. "What do you prefer?"

"Prefer?"

His lips twitched. "Chocolate or vanilla?"

My attention darted to the ice cream sundae.

"As a rule I don’t eat things that are bad for my health." He ran the tip of his finger from my bottom lip, down my sternum, over my belly, before stopping on my core.

I gritted my teeth as he pressed against my clit, pleasure thickening my blood.

"However, I plan on eating you, and if I’m going to break rules, might as well do it thoroughly."

His finger pressed harder, sending shooting stars into my womb. I panted, "And why would eating me be bad for your health?"

He shook his head slightly as if amazed. "You already know, Lace. My tongue will never taste the same way once I’ve licked you, and my cock…well, that might just be ruined forever once I fuck you."

My heart catapulted around my ribcage, careening into bone. "You can’t say things like that."

"Like what?"

I sat up, looking directly into his endless blue eyes. "Like that. It confuses me. I know whatever is going on with us will only last a few hours. I—I want you, but I don’t want you inside my head."

Pain shadowed his eyes then disappeared. Bending over me, he kissed me fleetingly. "I’m already in your head, Lace. Just keep me out of your heart and you’ll survive." Lust blanketed him again, hiding the snippets of vulnerability.

Who
is
this man?

"Time for dessert." His voice whispered into provocative darkness. "When this is over I want the bed smeared with chocolate and cream and you painted in cum and cake."

Holy shit.

My mind filled with images of him smearing me with chocolate and licking it off. I wanted that way too much.

What’s happening to me?

I’d become a nymphomaniac.

The conundrum of a dirty talking fighter, coupled with flashes of whatever lurked in his soul, undid me. I’d come into his room as a knotted string. Knots upon knots all tied tight and unchangeable. But every moment I spent with him untied each one until he forced me from string to unbound ribbon.

Still holding the bottle by its neck, he drank deeply. His throat contracted once, twice, as he gulped down chilly bubbles. His wet lips glistened in the soft lighting. "Take off your bra."

Breathing hard, I reached behind and fumbled with the clasp. It snapped open, relaxing around my chest with a sigh as if it couldn’t wait to be thrown away.

Holding out his hand, he ordered, "Give it to me."

Biting my lip, I held out the bra, replacing it with my arm and hiding my nipples. Self-consciousness was a curse I couldn’t avoid, no matter how wanton he made me.

His jaw clenched, but he didn’t reprimand or demand I stop hiding. With hungry eyes, he looked to my knickers. "Take them off, too. Unless you’d rather I bite them off."

My core clenched at the dark promise in his voice. Slowly, I reclined on the bed, dropping my arm from my nipples.

Cas sucked in a breath, his body tensing with anticipation and need.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband and saying a silent prayer that I wouldn’t regret giving myself to a stranger, I tugged them down.

The second I dropped them on the floor, Cas stumbled forward. With a look of sheer gratefulness, he collapsed to his knees before me. Placing the champagne on the floor, he grabbed my knees—one hand ice cold from the bottle, one burning hot with lust—and forced my legs wide.

"Fuck me." His eyes shot from blue to black, drenching in desire.

The way he studied me sent a trickle of wetness between my legs, now unhindered by knickers. I flushed, embarrassed to have him witness how much he turned me on.

He groaned, his teeth clamping around his bottom lip. "Christ, woman, you’re fucking perfect." Tearing his eyes from my pussy, he tried to grin, but it came out as a grimace.

I knew how he felt. That pain he mentioned crippled me, too. It throbbed in my clit. It screamed in my nipples. I wanted him to touch, not look. I wanted him to bite, not lick. And I wanted him to fuck me.

Now.

His face etched with restraint as he sat up on his knees, reaching for the ice cream sundae. Stabbing the rapidly melting ice cream with a spoon, he scooped up a blend of flavours and hovered over my pussy.

His tight smile was wicked. "I’m going to give you a reward—just for being so fucking beautiful and having the guts to give into me."

"What sort of reward?"

His tongue stuck between his lips, flat and proud, hinting at exactly what my reward would entail.

"Oops," he whispered as he turned the spoon upside down, dribbling the freezing cold ice cream onto my pussy.

I jolted, muscles tensing against the frigid pleasure-pain of ice. His hand landed on my sternum, pushing me harder against the mattress. "Don’t move." His lips curled at the corners as he yanked my hips toward the edge of the bed and bent over me. "Let me feast, Lace. Let me do what I wanted to do the moment I set eyes on you."

His head dropped.

I cried out.

His tongue—shit, his tongue.

He was a wizard, a voodoo master—conjuring a lightning bolt to snap and crackle in my core. He lapped at the dripping ice cream, licking directly over my clit. Hot and
cold
. Ice and
wet
.

The combination drove me wild.

The flat pressure of his tongue and hotness of his breath dragged my soul from its tomb of grief and straight into living.

"Christ, you’re better than chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry." Each word disappeared inside me as he panted and licked. His teeth grazed my clit, sending my heart rabbiting.

"Please…"
What am I begging for?

His tongue turned harder, invoking the lightning bolt to return and snap around my womb. That—
that
was what I was begging for.

The perfect brewing storm that would shatter me when it broke.

His fingers dug into my hips, holding me down as his mouth latched harder on my pussy. The ice cream was forgotten; his tongue went from flat to spear, driving inside me with no warning.

I arched upward, my legs fighting to scissor together to avoid the visceral overload. But I couldn’t. His wide shoulders wedged me open, while his hands kept me spread on the bed. Another thrust of his tongue, his nose inhaling deep. The wet noise as he ate both me and dessert twisted my mind into something dirty and wrong.

I left the realm of sanity, spiralling straight into desire.

"Cas—please!"

Breathing hard, he stopped licking. With jerky muscles, he pinched a piece of cheesecake between his fingers. Climbing over my body, his cock brushed tantalizing against my hip. The wetness of pre-cum smeared my skin; I’d never wanted anyone as desperately as I wanted him.

"Eat it," he ordered, his face tight and dark.

Opening my mouth, I obeyed. I moaned as richness touched my tongue, sending sugar racing through my already overloaded system.

Cas looked at the remaining sweet on his fingers. With a glint in his eyes, he pressed them against my throat, smearing the deliciousness down my cleavage.

The moment he’d painted me, he swooped down to lick it off.

Hot saliva turned cold as he blew on the glistening trail he created. I shivered, my nipples peaking to pebbles.

With a shaky arm, I reached for the closest dish. Using my forefinger, I scooped up a piece of cheesecake, bringing the dessert to Cas.

He paused as I presented my finger.

"Eat," I whispered.

The room thickened with passion and obedience as his lips parted and I gently placed the decadence on his tongue.

He groaned, sucking my finger deep and hard until blood sparked in the tip. I squirmed, completely turned on by his swirling tongue and supreme dominance.

Shrugging out of the robe, he tossed it to the ground. "Don’t think we need that." He twisted to gather more sugar but paused. With a heavy sigh, he scooted off the bed, heading to his suitcase.

My mouth fell open seeing his naked form for the first time. His feet weren’t the only perfect thing about him. His calves were well defined, his quads wide and firm, his ass was narrow and concave, showing no body fat, while his back rippled with too many muscles to count. The planes of strength cushioned his spine and the messy blond on his head made him seem wild and completely untameable.

Reaching into his suitcase, he pulled free a foil packet and spun to face me.

Holy mother of all that’s holy
.

My mouth hung open. "Wow."

He shifted on the spot, incredibly suffering a bit of what I did—shyness. His stomach was a playground of muscles, his chest broad and chiselled like rock. His shoulders might’ve been too wide if it weren't for the almost elegantly sculptured arms. No tattoos, completely bare and virgin skin.

His eyes glowed. "If you’re hungry, Lace, go for the cheesecake."

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t. My lungs were empty as I sat gawking at his cock. It hung majestically between his legs. Too big and long to stand fully even though it was rock hard.

For the first time in my life, I found that part of a man attractive. It wasn’t something that could be called beautiful—but Cas Smith was. Undeniably.

Sitting up on my knees, I opened my arms. "Come here."

He smirked, crossing the small distance to stand just out of touching distance. "I take it you don’t want the cheesecake?" His voice wobbled between lust and uncertainty.

What in the hell did he have to be uncertain about?

"You were right. I’m completely ruined for other lovers." Sitting taller, I boldly grabbed his cock.

His jaw clenched as I fisted him, thrilling at the way his body locked down and fists curled.

"Chemistry, Lace. Just chemistry."

I shook my head. "No. Not just chemistry. I’ll fight to forget about you the minute this is over, but you’ll live forever in my dreams."

He pressed closer, allowing my hand to trace the length of him until I cupped his balls. His head fell back as a groan tore from his mouth. "Dreams? Pity that isn’t somewhere accessible."

I worked him with both hands, stroking and squeezing all at once. "Why?" I breathed.

His eyes flashed dangerously. "Because I’d find you and fuck you every night."

My heart froze.

Just the hint of being able to see him again enticed me way too much. We hadn’t even slept together, yet, but promises and rules of a one-night stand seemed to be shredding fast.

"You’re getting greedy," I murmured, squeezing hard until he almost collapsed to his knees. I adored having such power of this massive, dangerous fighter. One touch and he was mine.