Owned: An Alpha Anthology Part 26

He stood upright, eyes burning into mine. "What do you prefer?"

"Prefer?"

His lips twitched. "Chocolate or vanilla?"

My attention darted to the ice cream sundae.

"As a rule I don't eat things that are bad for my health." He ran the tip of his finger from my bottom lip, down my sternum, over my belly, before stopping on my core.

I gritted my teeth as he pressed against my c.l.i.t, pleasure thickening my blood.

"However, I plan on eating you, and if I'm going to break rules, might as well do it thoroughly."

His finger pressed harder, sending shooting stars into my womb. I panted, "And why would eating me be bad for your health?"

He shook his head slightly as if amazed. "You already know, Lace. My tongue will never taste the same way once I've licked you, and my c.o.c.k...well, that might just be ruined forever once I f.u.c.k you."

My heart catapulted around my ribcage, careening into bone. "You can't say things like that."

"Like what?"

I sat up, looking directly into his endless blue eyes. "Like that. It confuses me. I know whatever is going on with us will only last a few hours. I-I want you, but I don't want you inside my head."

Pain shadowed his eyes then disappeared. Bending over me, he kissed me fleetingly. "I'm already in your head, Lace. Just keep me out of your heart and you'll survive." l.u.s.t blanketed him again, hiding the snippets of vulnerability.

Who is this man?

"Time for dessert." His voice whispered into provocative darkness. "When this is over I want the bed smeared with chocolate and cream and you painted in c.u.m and cake."

Holy s.h.i.+t.

My mind filled with images of him smearing me with chocolate and licking it off. I wanted that way too much.

What's happening to me?

I'd become a nymphomaniac.

The conundrum of a dirty talking fighter, coupled with flashes of whatever lurked in his soul, undid me. I'd come into his room as a knotted string. Knots upon knots all tied tight and unchangeable. But every moment I spent with him untied each one until he forced me from string to unbound ribbon.

Still holding the bottle by its neck, he drank deeply. His throat contracted once, twice, as he gulped down chilly bubbles. His wet lips glistened in the soft lighting. "Take off your bra."

Breathing hard, I reached behind and fumbled with the clasp. It snapped open, relaxing around my chest with a sigh as if it couldn't wait to be thrown away.

Holding out his hand, he ordered, "Give it to me."

Biting my lip, I held out the bra, replacing it with my arm and hiding my nipples. Self-consciousness was a curse I couldn't avoid, no matter how wanton he made me.

His jaw clenched, but he didn't reprimand or demand I stop hiding. With hungry eyes, he looked to my knickers. "Take them off, too. Unless you'd rather I bite them off."

My core clenched at the dark promise in his voice. Slowly, I reclined on the bed, dropping my arm from my nipples.

Cas sucked in a breath, his body tensing with antic.i.p.ation and need.

Hooking my fingers into the waistband and saying a silent prayer that I wouldn't regret giving myself to a stranger, I tugged them down.

The second I dropped them on the floor, Cas stumbled forward. With a look of sheer gratefulness, he collapsed to his knees before me. Placing the champagne on the floor, he grabbed my knees-one hand ice cold from the bottle, one burning hot with l.u.s.t-and forced my legs wide.

"f.u.c.k me." His eyes shot from blue to black, drenching in desire.

The way he studied me sent a trickle of wetness between my legs, now unhindered by knickers. I flushed, embarra.s.sed to have him witness how much he turned me on.

He groaned, his teeth clamping around his bottom lip. "Christ, woman, you're f.u.c.king perfect." Tearing his eyes from my p.u.s.s.y, he tried to grin, but it came out as a grimace.

I knew how he felt. That pain he mentioned crippled me, too. It throbbed in my c.l.i.t. It screamed in my nipples. I wanted him to touch, not look. I wanted him to bite, not lick. And I wanted him to f.u.c.k me.

Now.

His face etched with restraint as he sat up on his knees, reaching for the ice cream sundae. Stabbing the rapidly melting ice cream with a spoon, he scooped up a blend of flavours and hovered over my p.u.s.s.y.

His tight smile was wicked. "I'm going to give you a reward-just for being so f.u.c.king beautiful and having the guts to give into me."

"What sort of reward?"

His tongue stuck between his lips, flat and proud, hinting at exactly what my reward would entail.

"Oops," he whispered as he turned the spoon upside down, dribbling the freezing cold ice cream onto my p.u.s.s.y.

I jolted, muscles tensing against the frigid pleasure-pain of ice. His hand landed on my sternum, pus.h.i.+ng me harder against the mattress. "Don't move." His lips curled at the corners as he yanked my hips toward the edge of the bed and bent over me. "Let me feast, Lace. Let me do what I wanted to do the moment I set eyes on you."

His head dropped.

I cried out.

His tongue-s.h.i.+t, his tongue.

He was a wizard, a voodoo master-conjuring a lightning bolt to snap and crackle in my core. He lapped at the dripping ice cream, licking directly over my c.l.i.t. Hot and cold. Ice and wet.

The combination drove me wild.

The flat pressure of his tongue and hotness of his breath dragged my soul from its tomb of grief and straight into living.

"Christ, you're better than chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry." Each word disappeared inside me as he panted and licked. His teeth grazed my c.l.i.t, sending my heart rabbiting.

"Please..." What am I begging for?

His tongue turned harder, invoking the lightning bolt to return and snap around my womb. That-that was what I was begging for.

The perfect brewing storm that would shatter me when it broke.

His fingers dug into my hips, holding me down as his mouth latched harder on my p.u.s.s.y. The ice cream was forgotten; his tongue went from flat to spear, driving inside me with no warning.

I arched upward, my legs fighting to scissor together to avoid the visceral overload. But I couldn't. His wide shoulders wedged me open, while his hands kept me spread on the bed. Another thrust of his tongue, his nose inhaling deep. The wet noise as he ate both me and dessert twisted my mind into something dirty and wrong.

I left the realm of sanity, spiralling straight into desire.

"Cas-please!"

Breathing hard, he stopped licking. With jerky muscles, he pinched a piece of cheesecake between his fingers. Climbing over my body, his c.o.c.k brushed tantalizing against my hip. The wetness of pre-c.u.m smeared my skin; I'd never wanted anyone as desperately as I wanted him.

"Eat it," he ordered, his face tight and dark.

Opening my mouth, I obeyed. I moaned as richness touched my tongue, sending sugar racing through my already overloaded system.

Cas looked at the remaining sweet on his fingers. With a glint in his eyes, he pressed them against my throat, smearing the deliciousness down my cleavage.

The moment he'd painted me, he swooped down to lick it off.

Hot saliva turned cold as he blew on the glistening trail he created. I s.h.i.+vered, my nipples peaking to pebbles.

With a shaky arm, I reached for the closest dish. Using my forefinger, I scooped up a piece of cheesecake, bringing the dessert to Cas.

He paused as I presented my finger.

"Eat," I whispered.

The room thickened with pa.s.sion and obedience as his lips parted and I gently placed the decadence on his tongue.

He groaned, sucking my finger deep and hard until blood sparked in the tip. I squirmed, completely turned on by his swirling tongue and supreme dominance.

Shrugging out of the robe, he tossed it to the ground. "Don't think we need that." He twisted to gather more sugar but paused. With a heavy sigh, he scooted off the bed, heading to his suitcase.

My mouth fell open seeing his naked form for the first time. His feet weren't the only perfect thing about him. His calves were well defined, his quads wide and firm, his a.s.s was narrow and concave, showing no body fat, while his back rippled with too many muscles to count. The planes of strength cus.h.i.+oned his spine and the messy blond on his head made him seem wild and completely untameable.

Reaching into his suitcase, he pulled free a foil packet and spun to face me.

Holy mother of all that's holy.

My mouth hung open. "Wow."

He s.h.i.+fted on the spot, incredibly suffering a bit of what I did-shyness. His stomach was a playground of muscles, his chest broad and chiselled like rock. His shoulders might've been too wide if it weren't for the almost elegantly sculptured arms. No tattoos, completely bare and virgin skin.

His eyes glowed. "If you're hungry, Lace, go for the cheesecake."

I wanted to laugh, but I couldn't. My lungs were empty as I sat gawking at his c.o.c.k. It hung majestically between his legs. Too big and long to stand fully even though it was rock hard.

For the first time in my life, I found that part of a man attractive. It wasn't something that could be called beautiful-but Cas Smith was. Undeniably.

Sitting up on my knees, I opened my arms. "Come here."

He smirked, crossing the small distance to stand just out of touching distance. "I take it you don't want the cheesecake?" His voice wobbled between l.u.s.t and uncertainty.

What in the h.e.l.l did he have to be uncertain about?

"You were right. I'm completely ruined for other lovers." Sitting taller, I boldly grabbed his c.o.c.k.

His jaw clenched as I fisted him, thrilling at the way his body locked down and fists curled.

"Chemistry, Lace. Just chemistry."

I shook my head. "No. Not just chemistry. I'll fight to forget about you the minute this is over, but you'll live forever in my dreams."

He pressed closer, allowing my hand to trace the length of him until I cupped his b.a.l.l.s. His head fell back as a groan tore from his mouth. "Dreams? Pity that isn't somewhere accessible."

I worked him with both hands, stroking and squeezing all at once. "Why?" I breathed.

His eyes flashed dangerously. "Because I'd find you and f.u.c.k you every night."

My heart froze.

Just the hint of being able to see him again enticed me way too much. We hadn't even slept together, yet, but promises and rules of a one-night stand seemed to be shredding fast.

"You're getting greedy," I murmured, squeezing hard until he almost collapsed to his knees. I adored having such power of this ma.s.sive, dangerous fighter. One touch and he was mine.

Fisting my hair, he jerked me from my knees to almost standing on the mattress. His mouth crashed on mine, his tongue stealing my protests. "f.u.c.k, how are you doing this?" His mouth worked harder, kissing me frantic then slow, then erotic, then brutal. "What the h.e.l.l is happening to me?"

I shuddered as he pressed his hard c.o.c.k against my belly, toppling me backward onto the bed. I cried out as he scooped up more sticky cheesecake, letting it fall into my belly b.u.t.ton. My stomach heaved as my breathing galloped out of control. His teeth captured my taut flesh, biting down until fear laced with desire at the thought of him marking me.

Then he let go, sucking up the cheesecake and swirling his tongue in my navel. The pull resonated directly with my core; I bucked beneath him.

s.h.i.+t!

I didn't think I could stand too much more of this. My body was boneless, existing with lightning and the roiling storm clouds he conjured.

Pus.h.i.+ng his large shoulders, he understood what I wanted and flopped onto his back. The bed shuddered with his muscular weight, his hair flopping over one eye.

Tenderness filled me and I brushed it away, cupping his cheek. He froze, his nostrils flaring, as I bent over and kissed him.

It was the first time I'd kissed him, and I relished in it. I took my time, waltzing my tongue with his, faster and faster until my lips stung with rawness. His hips twitched unconsciously, never stopping their relentless pursuit of more.

Lying beside him, I grabbed the champagne bottle from the floor and drank. The crisp alcohol did nothing to steady my nerves, only made my inhibitions fade faster.

"I want some," Cas growled, his eyes fixated on my throat and the residual smear of chocolate between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Wiggling closer, I tipped the bottle just like he had, splas.h.i.+ng too much into his mouth. My stomach flipped, my heart erupting in a sunrise as he chuckled and pulled my head to his. "Lick me, Lace. How dare you get me wet."

"Lick you here?" My tongue flicked over his five o'clock shadow, capturing wayward droplets.

He moaned. "More."