Alyssa's Wolves (Wolf Masters, Book 4) (8 page)

“Oh.” He’d shocked her. Her mouth hung open.

“Have you been thinking about this being a ménage, babe?”

“No.
No
.” She shook her head, her cheeks reddening again. “God. I can’t even ponder the idea of having
one
mate, let alone two. It’s completely out of my comfort zone.”

“One? Or two?” he teased, grinning at her.

“Both.” She swatted him playfully, and he grabbed her hand on reflex.

Michael tugged her fingers up to his mouth and kissed each one, barely a brush of his lips on her knuckles. Alyssa stiffened and sucked in a breath. When he reached her pointer, he sucked the digit into his mouth and released it with a
pop
. The affect was just as he’d suspected. Alyssa’s arousal shot sky high. He could smell her sweet cream even through her jeans.

When she tried to pull her hand back, he didn’t release it. Instead, he set her palm on his thigh and held it there.

“If I promise to consider this eventuality and alter my way of thinking, will you do something for me?”

“Probably…” she teased.

“Let me kiss you. Right now. Long and slow and deep. Not coming up for air anytime soon,” he pleaded. Nearly begged.

Alyssa smiled, a coy twist of her lips that made him even harder. “All you had to do was ask and—”

Michael didn’t let her finish. The affirmation rang in the air, and he took advantage before she changed her mind.

Letting his legs unfold from the uncomfortable position he feared being stuck in for life, Michael rose up on his knees and leaned forward to devour his mate’s sweet mouth and lips. He pressed forward until Alyssa fell flat on her back, her head landing on his pillow, and her legs popping out of their pretzel.

Angling his head, Michael took possession of his mate’s mouth. It wasn’t the soft, gentle, sweet kiss of two days ago that had mirrored the one from two years ago. No. This kiss was demanding and insistent. He needed to taste her, and he swept inside her with his tongue to reach every corner of her mouth and lips. He even sucked her tongue into his own mouth, swallowing the moan that escaped her as he did.

God, the woman was going to be the death of him. She had no idea what her tiny little noises and wiggling did to him. His body landed half over her. He let one knee fall between her thighs and pushed back and forth in a subtle request for her to open her legs for him. At least he hoped it was subtle. He didn’t want to scare her, but he needed her so bad it hurt.

His cock pulsed against her thigh as her legs fell open.

She grasped his biceps and held on as though afraid she might fall through the center of the earth if she let go.

When he finally let her breathe, it wasn’t to pull back. Michael nibbled a path across her cheek until he reached her ear. He grazed the lobe with his tongue and let his exhale go straight into the canal.

Alyssa shook beneath him, the faintest of sounds slipping out of her mouth.

Backtracking the same path, he kissed his way across her face to torture the other ear in the same fashion. His sexy mate tipped her head and arched her neck to give him better access. She most likely didn’t realize her actions, and he wasn’t about to tell her. He just took advantage and continued across her neck until he reached her shoulder.

Michael had a death grip on the comforter beside her head, hoping if he held the blanket tight enough he could keep a check on himself and not reach forward to grasp her breast.

Desperate for more, the new moan in the room was Michael’s.

The sound must have brought Alyssa halfway back to the real world. “God, Michael.” Her words were barely a mumble. Her fingers dug into his arm, her nails nearly breaking the skin. Too bad he’d not worn long sleeves today. The T-shirt he had on did nothing to protect him from the crescent moon shapes she was branding into his skin.

The woman had no idea, and Michael would gladly let her brand his entire body with her nails if it meant having her hands on him.

“What the hell is happening to me?” Alyssa’s words spilled out on a long exhale.

“We’re mates, baby. This is our bodies’ response to that call.”

“I’m not even in control of my senses.” She pushed him off her with her clinging hand and looked him in the eye.

“I hope not.” He smiled. “If you were, I’d be concerned.”

“Is it always like this?”

“Do you mean is sex always like this? No. Between mates, yes. But it’s my understanding it’s worse in the beginning. After a few weeks it will calm down a bit. The frenzy that is. The need to be inside each other day and night.”

Alyssa gasped again. He knew he’d said a lot, shocked her, but she needed to know. This is what it was going to be like.

“I’m torn.” She bit her lip, and Michael had to close his eyes at the onslaught of emotions that flared inside him. Why did women do that?

“About what?” he muttered, resuming his nibbling back up her neck toward her mouth.

“I’m not ready to let you claim me. I need more time. But you are making my body boil and squirm with an awareness I’ve never experienced.”

Michael set his forehead against hers and smiled. “Thank God. I’d be worried if it were any other way.”

“All my brain cells seem to have fled, and all my blood has headed … south.”

She was so fucking sweet when she avoided crude words. He couldn’t help but tease her. “Your pussy is hot and wet and needy?”

Alyssa gasped, but when she lifted her torso subtly against his knee, he knew he’d caused the reaction.

“Yes.” The word hissed out of her mouth and surprised him. How bold his little mate was getting.

“Want me to fix that for you?”

“What? How? Now?” She stiffened, her eyes wide. “I’m not ready.” She shook her head back and forth.

“I’m not suggesting anything other than you letting me relieve the pressure you’re experiencing … here.” He cautiously set his palm against her sex and pressed into her clit.

Alyssa’s eyes rolled back into her head, and she moaned louder than she had before. A truly distinct sound of abandon.

“I promise to keep my pants on. Just let me make you feel good, babe.” Michael rubbed his palm in tiny circles against her jeans until she couldn’t keep from lifting into his pressure.

She was so fucking sexy, even fully clothed, and in that moment, he knew he’d never get enough of her as long as he lived. Fuck the theory that in a few weeks the frenzy would lesson. There was no way he would ever look at his mate from across a room and not want to tear her clothes off and fuck her against the wall.

When he took her mouth again in a long drawn-out kiss, Alyssa melted beneath him. Her fingers relaxed their grip on his arm, and she even let them wander to his chest. On a gasp against his mouth, she surprised him. “Take your shirt off.” Her gaze locked on his.

Certainly
.

In two seconds he’d whipped the tight cotton over his head, straddled her legs with his own, and hovered over her trapped body, letting her gaze wander over his chest.

With the barest hint of contact, Alyssa reached with both hands and explored his pecs, his abs, and then his nipples. “Do you like that?” The tips grew hard under her touch, and he flinched.

“Love it, baby. You don’t have to ask. Everywhere you touch me makes me hot. Horny.”

“This isn’t fair to you. I’m teasing you.” She didn’t look in his eye but stopped the dance of her fingertips near his waist.

“Fuck fair, Alyssa. I would give up sex for life if it meant you kept touching me like that and looking at me with that sense of awe in your gaze. Do whatever makes you comfortable. I have nothing but time. Explore away.” Michael had no idea where all these chivalrous words were coming from or how he intended to live up to them, but deep down he knew he loved this woman, had loved her for two years, and he would do anything in his power to make her happy. Including keeping his dick in his pants.

She stopped short of his jeans and cruised back up his chest with flat palms, squeezing and molding her hands to his body.

“You’re like one of those marble statues and just as hard.” Alyssa had no idea what she was doing to him with her words.

He had to grit his teeth to keep from coming in his pants.

“Kiss me again?”

God, she was precious. A mixture of innocence and curiosity with a dash of boldness.

Michael leaned forward to take her mouth again and let his body fall to her side once more. This time, his leg landed over her entire torso, and his hand rested on her stomach, splayed with his fingers just beneath her breasts and reaching to the edge of her jeans.

He could feel her heave for air as he kissed her, demanding entrance again with his tongue and pressing his palm against her belly.

He wanted nothing more at that moment than to see her come undone. And he didn’t care that it would not be reciprocated. He could take care of that later in the shower. For now, he wanted her to just feel, not worry about him or sex or mating or claiming, just feel.

Murmuring against her lips, he told her what he intended to do. “I want to see you come, Alyssa. I want to make you orgasm against my hand. Will you let me? Will you let yourself relax and trust me? I won’t even unbutton my jeans. I’ll make you feel so good you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“Yes.” The word was breathy, and he wasn’t sure she knew what she was agreeing to. The last thing he wanted was regret later on her part.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

Alyssa’s eyes sprang open, and she gazed into his own, her deep-blue depths pleading with him.

“Tell me,” he repeated. “So I’ll know I didn’t cross the line.”

“Make me come, Michael. Whatever that feeling is, I want to experience it right here right now … with you. I ache.”

Lord, he was well and truly a goner. Her naked abandon squeezed his heart.

Resuming his kiss, Michael used his free hand to slowly unbutton his way up Alyssa’s chest. As soon as he released the last one, her shirt fell open, and he lifted his head to gaze down at her lacy, black bra. He sucked in a breath. It was unexpected that his mate would have such provocative lingerie.

Alyssa squirmed beneath his gaze. “Kara and Lindsey never let me buy anything that’s just practical.” As if she needed to explain her sexy wardrobe to him. He couldn’t care less what the reasons were, as long as she had a slew of this type of clothing in her drawers.

With a quick
pop
, he undid the front clasp and let the flimsy satin fall to both sides.

Alyssa reached to cover herself with her hand, but he was quicker and grabbed her wrist, pulling it over her head and pinning it with his other hand. When she squirmed, he grabbed her other wrist and tugged it up to join the first.

The effect was to lift her breasts even higher on her chest, showcasing them for his perusal.

Alyssa breathed hard and heavy, gasping under his scrutiny.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured. He watched as her pink nipples pebbled under his breath.

“They’re not that exciting.” She needed to explain her perfection away?

“They’re perfect.” Michael dipped his head and licked ever so lightly across first one tip and then the other.

Alyssa moaned, her head rolling from side to side. “Oh, God.”

She pulled on her hands, but he held steady, not wanting her to have the power to cover herself or let herself feel self-conscious about her body.

If he removed the temptation, he hoped she could relax and enjoy the ride.

With only the whisper of a touch, Michael circled her nipples with one finger several times until she arched her chest up toward him.

This was going to kill him, but he was not going to stop until she writhed beneath him. At this rate, and considering the scent of her arousal, that wouldn’t be long.

Instead of grasping her breasts and squeezing them or sucking them into his mouth, he kept his gaze tracked on her nipples and wandered toward her jeans with his hand.

When he reached the edge of the denim, he traced the line where her stomach peeked out and let his finger graze beneath the waistline from one side to the other. Returning to the center, Michael made quick work of popping the button and lowering the zipper.

He could make her come easily without removing her pants, but she didn’t know that, and he was greedy with the need to see her wet pussy. “I’m gonna pull these off, baby, so I can get better access. Your jeans are so tight.” Not tight enough to keep him from wiggling his fingers inside her, but still…

Without giving her time to think, Michael released her hands. “Leave these here.” He stared into her eyes with the command.

She sucked in a breath and held it but nodded her acquiescence.

Two seconds later, he pulled her jeans off her, taking the matching black lace panties that went with her bra along with her pants.

If he was going for it, he might as well get the entire package. Her shirt was still half on, but it lay open to her sides, not a hindrance to his vision of her glorious breasts.

“Open for me. Spread your legs, baby.” He tried to make the words gentle, to not overwhelm her with his dominance this early, and his cock swelled when she complied. It wasn’t as far or as wide as he needed, but it was a start. Michael climbed between Alyssa’s legs and pressed them farther apart until her glistening sex was wide open to his perusal.

“Michael…”

A glance at her face told him he was reaching the edge of her comfort zone.
She’s a virgin, dude. Slow down. Don’t scare her
.

Hell, she wasn’t just a virgin. Michael was the only man she’d ever kissed. And no one on earth had ever had her spread out before them like she was currently.

His chest swelled. His cock ached, but he chose to ignore it.

Goose bumps formed across her skin. “Are you cold?”

She shook her head.

He had to force himself not to laugh. He knew she wasn’t cold. If anything she was burning.

Kneeling between her legs, Michael reached with both hands and traced a line down her body from her neck, across her nipples, and through the dip of her stomach until he reached her sex. With one hand he spread her open and held her lower lips apart with his spread fingers. With the other hand he dragged a finger through her slit and up toward her clit.