Page 10 of Slaying for Sloan
She whispers again, the heat in her voice unmistakable. “When did you get so good at this?”
I feel a sick thrill at the words.This? Shit, my brother was slacking if she thinksthisis good. She has no idea what I have in store. This is only round one, and I haven’t even fucking started. I know what she wants—what she needs—and now that my twin is out of the way, I’m the one who’s going to give it to her.
Not him. NotAlex.
I lower my lips to her neck again, letting my teeth graze her chilled skin. She gasps, her head tilting back, and at that moment, when I see her eyes roll back, I know I fucking own her.
There’s no going back for her now. She’s all fucking mine.
I bite back a smirk, savoring the secret as long as I can. The way she expects him, but she’s getting me—the better version. Fuck, I can’t wait to see the look on her face.
I let my hands wander, sliding lower until I find the curve of her hips. I pull her flush against me just enough to feel her breath catch. It’s intoxicating, watching her lose herself in her own carnal need.
I can feel her heart pounding against me, hear the uneven breaths escaping her lips as I slide a hand up her leg, slowly and teasingly, feeling the heat of her through the fabric of her dress.
She’s ready.
I drop to my knees in the snow in front of her, not giving her any time to react, not letting her question what’s happening. I look up at her through my mask, catching her gaze for just a second before I force her legs apart and shove her dress up her thighs.
“Oh shit,” she gasps, her head falling back against the brick wall as her hands find their way to my shoulders.
She’s soft and pliant, and I can instantly see just how fucking wet my sweet doe is for me. Her body is quivering like it can’t decide whether to fight or surrender, and I can’t help but smirk.
“Shh, sweet doe. You know the rules,” I add, keeping my tone dark.
Her breath catches when I pull her closer and run my tongue up the see through tights covering the inside of her thigh, tasting her sweat-coated skin and savoring the sweetness of her.
Damn. She is easily going to be the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.
Without hesitation, I bunch the delicate see-through fabric in my fists. The sound of the tear is violent, almost as jagged as the thoughts clawing around inside my head. Her flawless skin appears beneath the ruined fabric. My chest tightens, my breath coming in ragged and uneven as I pull the pieces apart, baring more of her to me.
She groans, her body freezing as I glide my hot, slick tongue across her soaked center.
“Jesus Christ,” she moans with panted breath, using a hand to brace herself against the wall.
Smirking, I brush my fingers along the folds of her pussy. My gaze finds hers again as I teasingly flick my tongue against her clit, just enough to drive her crazy before I pull back.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter under my breath, the taste of her driving me insane. “You don’t even know how fucking good you taste.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond—my patience has long run dry, and gentleness is not on the table. I run my tongue across her slickness again. Lapping, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh, claiming every inch of her with a possessive hunger as my fingers part her, holding her open for me. The sweet taste of her consumes me, and I savor it, drawing her to the edge of madness. Her moan breaks the silence of the alley,raw and unrestrained, and I feel it go straight to my hardening cock. She arches, pressing into the cold wall, as her body instinctively shies away from the heat of my tongue.
“Fuck, Alex. Yes—” Her voice cracks, breathless, but the words die in her throat as I flick my tongue over her again, teasing, devouring.
Slowly, I slide two fingers inside her, following the rhythm of my mouth, slow, deliberate, but insistent. Each stroke, eachpress, has her crying out. Gripping the wall and my shoulder for support as I force her to take it, to surrender completely to me.
Her legs tremble; every shudder from her is just another signal for me to push her harder. I slip another finger inside, stretching her, and I hear her gasp—a sound that drives me to the edge of madness myself.
Fuck. She’s already lost, and I’m the one who’s taking her. Nothim.
I growl against her skin, pulling her closer. “Don’t you fucking pull away,” I rasp, my voice low, dark. “This is only round one, baby. And I’m not done with you yet. I caught you, my sweet doe, and you will let me have my prize.”
Her fingers tangle in the fabric of my ski mask, pulling me deeper between her legs as she guides me right where she wants me; little does she know, she’s not the one in control.
No, I’m in charge here.
I pull back just enough to flick my tongue over her clit again, but this time, I do something different. I sprinkle snow onto my tongue, feeling the cold bite against my mouth before I return to her. The instant shock of it against her sensitive pussy has her body jerking, her back arching as the cold slices through her, and I watch with a satisfied smirk as she flinches.
She gasps, her hands pushing weakly against my shoulders, but I don’t let her move. “W-what the hell?” Her voice trembles, but it’s nothing more than a desperate plea.