The Loneliest Alpha (The MacKellen Alphas) (33 page)

Laying
back against the bed, his eyes scoured her from head to toe. His naked body was
masculine perfection between her legs, a physique of hard muscles that was all
man.

His
eyes lingered over her small breasts, her stomach, and her panties—devouring
her as if he was imagining all the things he was going to do to her.

“Gavin,
please,” was all she said.

“You
have no idea how good it feels to hear you say that.”

She
couldn’t help but smile at that, but her happiness turned to pure need as he
kissed her right below her belly button.

Stomach
trembling, she held onto his oiled shoulders as he trailed his lips up her
belly. His nose caught the edge of the cotton camisole. As he crawled up her
body, he moved that material up and up until one tit popped free. Her stiff
nipple strained to feel those lips around it.

But
he didn’t touch the peak. He trailed those warm lips of his across the bottom
swell of her tit and then up and over the swell making her squirm. He made that
nipple pull tauter and tighter as he paid attention to every inch of her breast
but the nipple.

“Oh
please,” she found herself begging, hips rubbing against him, her breaths
ragged pants.

He
grabbed her hips in those big rough hands of his and squeezed, making her
realize just how small she was compared to him, how little. He could crush her
if he wanted to.

She
threaded her fingers through his hair, trying to steer him to the painful
nipple but he refused to move from nuzzling the side of her breast, his dark
chuckle tickling her skin.

Writhing
beneath him, she pressed herself against his cock and rubbed. “
Please!
”
Didn’t he understand that she was on fire?

“What
do ya need, sweetheart?” He began working the shirt up over her other tit,
freed it and skimmed his lips across the underside of it.

She
opened her mouth to order him to touch her, to scream at him to do
something
when he finally reached up and pinched her straining peak.

Oh
god! She squeezed her eyes shut as delicious sensations shot like lightning
down her belly to her swollen clitoris. Breath stuttered from her lips, her sex
throbbed and ass clenched. He rolled the tip, tugged on it as those merciless
lips grazed her other breast as if he had all the time in the world to tease
her.

But
all too soon the touch wasn’t enough. She needed that wet suction that only a
mouth could bring. He continued to tweak that nipple until it grew raw with
sensation bordering on pain.

She
whispered his name again, begging. He only laughed at her again, enjoying her
misery.

She
couldn’t do it anymore. She was hot and wet, trembling with a very specific need.
If he wanted to play these teasing games then she was on board.

One
hand fisting his hair, she reached between their bodies and seized his cock.
She fisted it, pumping him, making him groan and his eyes flutter. His hips
pumped in her grasp and she didn’t let up. She stroked hard up and down,
feeling his smooth skin slide against her palm, but she wouldn’t touch that
sensitive tip of him, the best part.

Then
she clasped him, completely unmoving. He made a push up to move over her, his
arm muscles flexing as he strained. “Fuckin’ hell, sweetheart. You tryin’ to
kill me?”

“No,
but I think you’re trying to kill me.”

His
eyes met hers and they were dark and dangerous. “You want me to suck your
little tits? Is that what this is about?” Her breath caught. “Well, baby, all
you had to do was ask.”

Before
she could come up with some sharp retort about how he’d obviously been teasing
her, he grabbed her tit in his hand and squeezed it. Her breast lifted into
prime position and he wasted no more time in pulling the aching peak into his
mouth and sucking hard.

A
high keening sound came from her as her body pitched and strained underneath
his heavy weight. The nipple had strained for so long that it was
ultra-sensitive now making his lips and tongue almost painful in their touch.
She panted as he sucked her, as his tongue circled her and laved at her and his
lips enclosed the peak and pulled.

Between
her legs she ached. Her fist squeezed his cock in meaning. “I need you.”

Some
of his control was slipping because he lost his intense patience. With a quick
bite to her nipple, he lifted up and crashed his mouth down on hers. He slanted
his head and dove his tongue inside. She was like an eager submissive just
waiting for her master’s permission, and she’d just received it. She kissed him
back hard and hot and wet. All the pent-up passion inside her went into that
kiss.

He
moved slightly off to the side of her and she pumped his cock in warning not to
go too far, but then she stopped working him, stopped kissing him back. Because
he touched her stomach and slipped his hand down, down, beneath her panties,
inside them. She was no longer able to kiss him as all of her concentration
went to that hand. He kissed her cheek, jaw, neck.

He
dipped his fingers over her. Shuddering, he bit down on her neck, releasing her
only to growl, “Fuck, you’re wet.” He tugged her panties down to her ankles and
pulled them off

“Mmhmm,”
she agreed. It was the closet to words she could summon.

He
dipped his fingers over her, her slickness making the slide easy. He rubbed
over the top of her soft folds. Never dipping inside, simply teasing her
throbbing clit and aching channel.

She
spread her legs in offering and he kissed her chin as those slippery fingers
delved further, touching parts of her that sent electric fire all the way down
to her curling toes.

He
kissed her collarbone, the top of a tit. His finger nudged her clitoris with a
gentle swipe. He kissed beneath her breast, above her naval. He pressed a
finger against her opening, slipped inside enough to tease.

A
kiss against her right hipbone made her arch against him, gasping as she fisted
his hair in handfuls. A lick against her left hipbone and her thighs parted as
his shoulders fell between them. His finger pulsed just ever so slightly moving,
making her yearn for his whole length, for something to fill her. Something
hard and big. A kiss to her mound, another to her inner thigh. She was
breathing loud now. He pointed his tongue and pressed it at the top of her
folds and pushed down over her swollen bud like a spear. Her thighs squeezed,
feet digging into the bed and then he finally, finally thrust his finger inside
her.

It
was almost complete; her pleasure consummate. She trembled so close on the
precipice of climax. Trembling with uncontrollable need, she rocked against his
pointed tongue. But then he softened his tongue to lap at her, licked her all
up on a guttural groan. A sexy, satisfied sound that made her pulse skip a
beat. That finger became two, stretching her muscles and giving her the twinge
she nearly needed to fly apart.

He
kept her straining against him for far too long. She couldn’t recall time or
the passage of it. He lapped at her, sucking on her folds, spearing his tongue
inside her, and alternating between gentle circular passes across her hard clit
and swift stabs.

Only
after she sobbed and sweat drenched her body in a fine sheen, and she pleaded
with him did he finally relent—did he finally allow her to come.

He
worked her tight slit finding that hot spot deep inside her and coaxed the
tidal wave from her by clamping his lips over her clit and flicking
mercilessly. She didn’t just come—she exploded in the greatest pleasure of her
life.

 She
was still riding the peak when she watched as he climbed over her, grabbed her
thighs and spread her open to him. He looked rough and sexy, the most erotic
sight she’d ever seen. His lips were wet, eyes crazed with need. His cock had
turned dark with color, his balls a tight sac pulled up close to his body.

He
held her thighs open for him and then his cock nudged her slit. There was no
waiting, no more teasing. He’d reached his breaking point. And so had she.

She
knew it because he didn’t linger, but breathing hard, he began to slide inside
her. Long unused muscles stretched to accommodate him, and all of her
concentration went to this one act. Their first joining. He was so hard to her
soft walls, pushing past them ruthlessly, yet with gentle command at his
persistence.

They
both cried out as he filled her completely. He held himself in that position
for only a moment before he tipped his head back and started thrusting like a
man out of his mind with need. He speared into her body with pure masculine
abandon. He towered above her in his gorgeous form, his throat exposed, sweat
covering his sinewy body.

On
a groan, he looked down at her with hooded eyes, head canted to the side, lips
parted. Oh yes. Gavin was a sexy beast when pleasure consumed him.

Grabbing
hold of her hips, he quickened his pace taking her harder, faster, pounding
into her. He hit some magic spot that made her chest flush and sex clench
around him. He watched where he plummeted into her, eyes possessive, hips
swinging hard. Flesh slapped against flesh in a primal meeting.

His
gaze fell to her bouncing tits and as if unable to help himself he covered one
with his big hand, squeezing as he pounded into her.

“Gavin,”
she gasped.

Her
sex tightened around him, twitching as need rushed through her. He tugged on
her nipple and it was almost enough but not quite to set her off. Unable to
help herself she reached down to touch her aching clit. His eyes widened, rapt
on her moving fingers.

His
thrusts got harder. “Fuck, baby, do it. Touch your pussy.” His cheeks darkened
with color and she knew he was close. So was she.

Watching
him watch her, she rubbed her wet clit. It was all she needed because her
muscles coiled into strained knots and unleashed in one forceful surge. She
cried out as rippling waves tore through her.

Groaning
as those tremors squeezed his cock, Gavin planted one arm on the bed and
hammered into her, riding it through. He shouted, a barked cry as he thrust in
deep and held himself there. His cock grew bigger it seemed as hot jets pulsed
inside her, culminating their release together.

Her
mind was JELL-O for the next few minutes. Their lips met and the kissed softly,
both breathing raggedly. He lay down beside her as they both caught their
breath and the sweat dried from their bodies.

Her
mind eventually turned on again. Thoughts came to her. She realized she needed
comfort…or something so she rolled over and tossed limbs across his body. He
accepted the touch and turned his face into her hair. It felt…no, she wasn’t
ready to go there yet. She could only process one thing at a time.

And
right now she was replaying the best sex she’d ever had in her life. A thousand
times better than sex with Robert and that had been good. Or so she thought.
She wanted to laugh at herself for thinking she’d once had ‘good’ sex. Oh, how
wrong she’d been.

Not
only that, it’d been more. There’d been a feeling to it she wasn’t sure she
could describe, a desperate desire to be as close as possible to him. This was
how it could be between two people. Two lovers. This wholeness that made her
warm and safe. What they’d just done had been more than sex. Oh god, she was
turning into a sappy woman now that equated physical touch with sex.

He
must have felt her tense because he sought out her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Shit,
she realized. His face was a blank mask, probably ready for her to shut him
down in a moment. How far from the truth that was.

“Actually,
nothing’s wrong.”

She
cupped his cheek and pressed a kiss to his mouth. He didn’t kiss her back for a
moment but when he did, he really did. He leaned into it, pushing her back into
the bed and following her down as his tongue dipped inside.

Bam!
Bam! Bam!

“Holy
hell!” she said, nearly jumping out of her skin.

Gavin
jumped out of bed at the knocking. He began pulling on his boxers faster than
she could blink.

“Stay
here.” His face looked tense, eyes troubled. Late night callers were always bad
news, Alicia knew this. As he headed downstairs, she pulled his shirt on and
tiptoed to the top of the stairs to see who was there.

It
was Hart. The lykaen detective had a cut at his top lip and his clothes looked
rumpled. He spoke too low to hear but whatever he had to say made Gavin’s hands
curl into fists.

Hart
glanced up and spotted her. His eyes narrowed and she glared right back. What
right did he have to narrow his eyes at her like she’d done something wrong? At
the sight of her glare his lips quirked up into the damn MacKellen smirk. That
telltale sign was going to drive her nuts.

He
lifted a hand in a wave. “Nice shirt.” She blushed, seeing as she was wearing
Gavin’s shirt and his brother obviously noticed. He totally knew they just had
sex, for the first time. Not embarrassing at all…

With
another sharp look at Gavin, he turned and left.