Page 10 of Outnumbered

“Caught you,” he growled.

In a super sarcastic, high-pitched voice I said, “Oh no. Whatever shall I do now that I’ve been caught?”

He bit into my shoulder and I gasped, which quickly turned into a moan. “Perhaps I should tie you up for running,” he rumbled against my shoulder.

My heart pounded faster at the thought of being tied up.

“Oh, do you like that idea?”

“No,” I lied.

He sat up and smacked my butt. “No lying.”

Looking over my shoulder I said, “I don’t think spanking is the way to go to get me to stop doing something.”

Smirking, he flipped me over, grabbed both of my wrists in one of his hands, and pinned them above my head on the bed. “Let’s try this then.” His other hand reached down, slid up my leg, and rubbed my clit.

My hips arched and I gasped, but he leaned his head down and bit my throat, which caused me to still.

His bite turned into kisses as his fingers moved quickly, building the pressure in my lower stomach. The next time he bit into the side of my neck, I orgasmed and screamed his name. Immediately, he plunged two of his fingers inside of me, pumping fast.

Just as I was about to orgasm again, he removed his fingers.

I whined and he chuckled against my check, beginning to pump his fingers in and out. Burying his fingers as deep as he could, he curved his fingers until they pushed against my g-spot and moved so quickly, that I barely had time to register my orgasm was building before I was screaming and plunging over the edge.

He growled softly. “That wasn’t what I’d planned.”

I arched a brow. “You weren’t planning on making me orgasm?”

A smirk lifted up one side of his mouth and he said, “No, I’d planned on bringing you just to the edge until you begged me to forgive you for misbehaving and only then would I give you your release.”

“Well, since your plan is already ruined …” Jerking my arms down, I pulled out of his hold, used my hips to flip us over, and scooted down to remove his pants.

“That was a nice flip,” he praised as he lay on his back, put his hands behind his head, and smiled.

“It should be illegal to be so handsome,” I said as I looked down at him, his biceps flexed and on display, and unadulterated confidence as he allowed me to take over.

Jerking his pants off, I freed his rock-hard erection. Leaning down, I took him into my mouth, swallowing down as much of him as I could.

He moaned and his hands fisted in the sheets of my bed on either side of him.

Pulling my hair back, I knelt between his legs, looked into his eyes, and slowly, as slowly as I dared, took him deeper and deeper into my mouth, relaxing my throat to allow him in.

His eyes stayed glued to mine as I continued the slow, but deep pace.

I blinked and suddenly I was on my back, dress pushed up above my hips, and he was pressed against my entrance, holding his upper body up on his hands.

“It’s been too long,” he said, his voice rumbling. Pressing forward just enough the tip of him slid inside. “Okay?”

I nodded vigorously. “Yes, please.”

He smiled, dazzling me with it, and thrust his hips forward, burying his full length inside of me.

The stretch made me gasp and arch my hips up.

Leaning up, he grabbed my hands in one of his and pinned them above my head. “Be a good girl, stay still, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Yes, alpha,” I said, knowing he liked to hear that.