Page 48 of Alpha Hunt

“I want you,” I tell him.

Chapter 18

Casey

Edirn pauses for a moment, his eyes moving over my face as if looking for something. And I think that he finds it because when he lowers his head again, I hear him breathe, “Yes.”

At the sound of his voice, my breath hitches, and the achy need deep inside me pulses fiercely. His touch only intensifies the throbbing between my legs.

The kiss is rough with passion, as if we’re both trying to make up for lost time. Our tongues explore each other’s mouths with a fierce desperation, and I can feel the tautness in Edirn’s body as he pulls me closer.

My hands move over his chest and shoulders and back, learning their contours. I can’t help but be struck by his physical perfection – his skin, his texture, his hard lines. It’s like he was carved from stone…and I can’t get enough of him. Even though this isn’t the first time I’ve glimpsed his heaving chest, I find myself in awe again. His skin is just as I noticed before – a rich, tawny color, his muscles rippling, hinting at the strength coiled just beneath.

With his mouth trailing along my jawline to my throat, devouring me, Edirn peels my tank top over my head and unhooks my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He takes a step back and looks at me, his eyes filled with awe.

“You’re lovely,” he says, his voice low and husky. “A…miracle.” There’s no doubting the sincerity in his words, his eyes moving over me with a reverence I don’t know that I deserve. Still, I feel a flush of pleasure at his words, and I reach up to run my fingertips over his cheek. He leans down to kiss me again, and I can feel the heat between us building. It builds to a fever pitch…to where the burn within me feels like every erogenous zone is connected by flaming threads.

“Yes!” I hiss when his mouth closes over one of my aching nipples. I arch my back, my fingers tangling in his thick hair. My eyes are at half-mast as I look down at him in a daze, his dark head bent over my chest. The thick sable is shot through with the occasional silver strand, and I suspect that’s more about a life of hardship than it is about his age, but right now, I couldn’t care less. My nails rake over his scalp as I press his face closer to me.

“Mmmm…” he murmurs against my flesh as I press my hips forward, grinding against him. I can feel the hard line of his cock beneath the fabric of his pants, and I want to shed those last layers between us more than anything. He seems to feel the same way because he’s yanking at the waistband of my fatigues. Awkwardly, I toe my boots off as he drags my panties down my thighs. The cool air in the room makes my skin tingle.

“Fuck,” he grits out as I fumble with his belt, my hand snaking into the front of his pants. His heavy, warm body is insistently pressed against my nakedness as my fingers curl around the velvety hardness of his thick shaft.

Sweet Jesus!

I should feel intimidated, but all I can think of right now is how much I want it in me. Just the thought of it has me on the brink.

He scoops me up, hands cupping my ass, hitching my knees over his hips as he carries me to a nearby counter. As we bump against the granite surface, he lowers me onto it. Fuck, he could have taken me anywhere at this point. I pepper hot kisses over his face and neck as he sets me down.

“God… You…” he breathes, cupping my face in his palms as I cross my ankles behind him. His words trail across my cheek. “You’re so fucking lovely.Mylovely…” With that simple title, he sparks a rush of chemicals in my brain.

“Now! I need you now!” There’s an urgency in my words that I can’t deny.Won’tdeny. Why should I? This is what I’ve been wanting. What my wolf has been wanting.

He grips my thigh as I lock my legs around his hips, his other hand snaking between us to guide the head of his cock along my slit. I’m wide, wet, and wanting.

“Now! Please….” I plead again. I lock eyes with him as he presses the tip against me and then thrusts in. “God!” I choke. The sensation of stretching, of being filled completely, is a torturous relief.

“Fuck,” he grunts, driving his hips forward against me. I grip his shoulders for support as I bow my back, opening to him as he sets up a brutal rhythm, his hands rough on my hips.

“God! Oh, my God!” I don’t bother looking for other words; they’d be nonsensical.

“Yes…Casey…” he rumbles huskily; my name leaves his lips right before he swallows my resulting moan with a toe-curling kiss, hand braced on my sweating back.

Our pace is quick and stuttered, erratic almost. I love the way he keeps working to please me, the way his mouth roams to my throbbing nipples, to my bared throat, to my sensitive earlobe. I’m panting, on the brink, the tingling of my nerve endings becoming all-consuming when he slides his hand to my mound and finds the throbbing nub of my clit. My climax hits me like a full-blown shockwave.

“Oh, God…Fuck!” I shout. “Yes…yes…yes!” I choke in time to each pounding thrust as he wrings the sensations from me. Thick arms flex as he supports my bucking body, each clambering pulse stoking the hot embers in my core to a full inferno. I’m suddenly alive, and damn, it’s a rush! A mind-numbing rush of sensation as I let the pleasure sweep me away.

It takes a minute to come down, but when I do, his eyes are fixed on me in a way that would make me self-conscious if I hadn’t just had the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Holy shit!” I husk out, my chest heaving beneath a coating of perspiration. His eyes dip down to where his cock still spreads me open, slowly sliding in and out in a slick, easy glide. My muscles clench around him, sensations still swirling in that spot deep inside me. When he starts to pick up the pace again, I welcome it.

“Fuck, you feel good…” His voice is a rasp. I’m breathing too hard to answer. I don’t think the previous orgasm has actually subsided yet when the next one descends on me.

“Oohhhhhh…” I’m sure my eyes are rolling back in my head as my mouth drops open. Our bodies slap together with a slick smacking sound that grows faster as he drives into me. My mind goes blank aside from the sensations building inside me. When I squeeze my eyes shut, lights burst behind my lids, flickering flares of colors that still flutter around my vision when I open them again. “Yes!” I shout as I hit the next pinnacle and spiral out of control. My nails leave grooves in his arms, where I’m still clutching him.

“Casey! Fuck!” This time, he’s right here with me. His head drops back, his neck rigid, throat corded beneath that strange silvery band of scarring as he lets out a throaty groan. I cling to him as I let him take me away again, his body shuddering against me, inside me, as my inner muscles spasm around his pulsing shaft.

Finally, he slows and then stops. I twine my arms around his neck as he rests his face in the damp curve of my neck. His shoulders are heaving as he catches his breath. When he straightens, he stares at me; something in his expression looks like…wonder. At least, I think that’s what it is because it’s how I’m feeling.