Page 45 of Hunting the Alpha
ChapterSeventeen
SAVANNAH
Iwas exhausted by the time we reached Donovan’s home.
The three-level cabin set back in the trees, highlighted by the solar lights outside, looked stunning as it presented firm and formidable beneath the moonlight.
Donovan told me to stay where I was while he got out of the truck, and I did, embarrassment kicking in now the mass of emotions had subsided.
With care, he opened the door for me. I watched him with wide eyes while swiveling to exit the truck. He leaned in, keeping me in my place.
Saying nothing, he wiped my eyes and encased my cheek in his palm. He leaned in close, touching his lips to mine in comfort. But then his tongue snaked in, and everything else slunk away into the darkness. Kissing him back, I entwined my arms around his neck, wrapping my legs around him as he lifted me out of the truck.
Fuck, he knew how to work my mouth. I wanted to drown in the waves of pleasure just kissing him gave me.
Finally, we reached the cabin, and Donovan hurried to open the door. He paused in the entryway, pressing me against the wall and rubbing his cock in between my open legs while fumbling to open the damn door.
We fell inside, holding on to one another, still sticking our tongues down each other’s throats. Nothing enough, too much to take.
He kicked the door shut and carried me through the house, stopping again to hold me against the wall so he could grind his hardness between my legs.
A moan left my mouth. He lost his shit, feeding his hand beneath my shirt and taking my breast in his hand. He drew it to his mouth, sucking on my nipple through the fabric, nibbling on it.
I melted against him, my panties soaked, and my body clambering for more.
He kissed me again, drinking everything he could take as his thumb continued stroking my nipple. I gripped onto his shirt.
“Take me.”
“Not yet.” He stroked again. “There are things I need to tell you. Things you need to tell me.”
“Tell me later.” I pulled him closer. His kisses had unlocked all I’d tried to hold back, and it came forth like a tidal wave.
“Are you sure about this?” he muttered, taking a break from my mouth. He lifted me away from the wall and directed me toward the stairs. I went to put my feet down, to walk the rest of the way, but he growled, the sound of it rumbling in his chest. “Let me carry you.”
Wrapping my legs more tightly around his waist, I had to wonder how he managed it, knowing I was no lightweight. But he did so easily enough, putting his muscles to work.
We crashed onto his bed, and I growled for more. I didn’t want to take things slow. We didn't want to take our time. I needed him to touch me, kiss me, slide his cock inside, and pound me to the hilt.
Grabbing at his shirt, I lifted it over his head. He hurriedly helped me out of mine.
I reached for his jeans, but he stopped me. “I want to savor you.”
I kicked off my sandals, the hunger in me too much to bear.
“Savor me tomorrow.” I knocked his hand aside, and he laughed, helping me get him out of the confining material.
We tugged and pulled, growling with frustration when things got stuck. But finally, he was naked, and I gloried in the sight of him. I nudged my head toward his hard cock. A beautiful cock. One that throbbed and stood strong, needing a release. “Got something to go on that?”
He smiled, reaching for the drawer of his nightstand. “I don’t want to use these with you.” Quickly, he fitted himself with the protection he’d found. “But we’ll discuss that more after our chat.”
“Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow, lying there in my underwear, loving the look of him, but needing to touch. To feel.
“That’s so.”
I reached for my bra, but he stopped me. “That’s my job.”
With one hand, he caressed my skin, following the trail around my back to the clasp. He snapped it open, throwing the bra aside, and my breasts fell free.