Page 103 of Alpha Brock

I hear the first few bars of ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran, and suddenly Brock’s at my back, his hand coming to my waist.

“Ladies,” Brock greets, the low, gravelly sound of his voice sending tingles skittering up my spine. “Mind if I steal her away for a dance?”

The girls grin back at him, but he doesn’t wait for them to respond- he just places his hand on the small of my back, leading me away and out toward the dance floor.

“I thought you didn’t dance?” I tease, glancing up at him over my shoulder.

“I don’t,” he growls, taking my hand and flinging me out, then pulling me back in. The combination of the quick movement and the champagne has me dizzy, and I melt into him as he pulls me in close, keeping one of his hands laced with mine and sliding his other arm around my waist, swaying to the music. He leans his head down, his mouth hovering beside the shell of my ear. “But for you, I’ll make an exception.”

Guess this guy is full of surprises. His lips pull into a devilish smirk as he starts to lead me around the dance floor, and I quickly realize that Brock has been holding out on me- not only does he dance, but he’s actuallygoodat it! Even though I’m a little unsteady on my feet after all of the champagne, he keeps a strong hold on me, spinning me out with an arm and pulling me back in. Holding me close. I press my cheek against his chest, taking a deep inhale of his masculine scent.

I’m so lost in music and the moment and the dance that I hardly realize when the song ends, the beginning of the next one fading in with a quicker tempo. Brock leans down again, his lips brushing my ear. “Come with me.”

I stare up at him questioningly, my eyebrows drawing together, but he just dons that devilish smirk again and takes my hand, leading me off of the dance floor. I blindly follow. He leads me out the doors of the ballroom, down the hall, then suddenly captures me by the waist and pulls me into a side room.

It happens so fast that I don’t even have time to react. Brock kicks the door closed behind us and I glance around, trying to get my bearings. It’s a small lounge, tastefully appointed with a couch and a few cozy chairs scattered throughout. I turn back to Brock to ask what we’re doing here only to slam into his hard chest. His arms come around me, his lips descending on mine. He walks me a few steps until my back meets the wall, and then he’s slapping a hand up on it, caging me in, swallowing my moans as stars float behind my eyelids.

“Wha… what are you…” I pant as he plants kisses along my jaw and traces his tongue down the column of my neck. This whole evening has felt like an extended form of foreplay- and now every kiss, every touch is setting my body on fire. I’m ready to combust and can barely form a coherent sentence.

“I can’t keep looking at you, looking likethis,” he groans, sliding his hands beneath the slits in either side of my dress and palming my butt cheeks. “Without at least getting a taste…”

“Wh…” I start to stutter another question, but Brock’s diving to his knees in front of me, yanking the front of my dress up to bunch around my waist.

Cool air hits my exposed pussy and a growl rumbles deep in Brock’s chest as he drags his eyes up to meet mine. “Fuck, baby… no panties?”

His warm breath fans the apex of my thighs, and my knees are so wobbly that I’m dangerously close to collapsing. “I… I…” I stammer, but there’s no way I’m getting a logical word past my lips, not when he dives forward, eyes still locked on mine, and licks into me.

All the air leaves my lungs on a sigh, my head slamming back into the wall. My knees give out, but Brock holds me up- he slings one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me to him, giving him better access to torture me with his tongue. He looks up at me with hooded eyes, a cruel grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Try not to scream.”

He dives back in, and I slap a hand over my mouth, muffling my cries as Brock pleasures me with his expert tongue. He nips my pussy lips, licks along my slit, sucks on my clit. Holds his tongue stiff and uses it to penetrate me. In minutes I’m writhing and whimpering and even though I feel like I can’t physically take any more, I’m begging him not to stop.

I’m completely lost in the sensation, forgetting where I am or who I am. I grind my hips down over his face and he growls in approval, tongue fucking me harder, driving me to the brink of insanity. My legs start to shake and I can barely catch my breath- I’m close.So close. And he knows it.

“That’s it, baby. Let go,” Brock rasps, his gravelly voice vibrating against my clit. “Come for me, Astrid.”

He squeezes my butt cheeks in both hands, suctioning his lips over my clit, and I go off like a bottle rocket, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as I ride out my release. My toes curl, my lips tingle, a scream tears from my mouth. Brock doesn’t stop until he’s wrung every ounce of pleasure out of my body and I collapse back against the wall, feeling like I could melt into a puddle on the floor.

Brock gives my pussy a little slap as he tilts back to look up at me, and I’m so sensitive between my legs right now that I let out a little yelp in response to his contact, flinching in surprise. He chuckles, smoothing my dress back down over my hips and rising to his full height. As he does, he pulls me in for a kiss and I taste myself on his mouth. I reach down between his legs, fingertips brushing the hard bulge in his slacks.

He suddenly breaks the kiss and takes a step back, adjusting himself as he rakes his eyes up and down my body appreciatively. “We’ll finish this later, Princess,” he smirks, swiping at his lower lip with his thumb. “Come back out once you catch your breath.”

Brock tosses me a wink, pulling open the door and exiting the room. Leaving me completely wrung out, leaning helplessly against the wall, trembling. Wanting more.Always wanting more.

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Brock

I swipe a glass of champagne off of a tray as I re-enter the ballroom, eyes scanning the crowd. There are hundreds of people here, laughing and chatting and dancing and having a good fucking time- and I’m glad for it. I’m hoping we make it out of this shadow pack mess, but if we don’t, at least we had tonight. At least for one night, we let ourselves forget about all the bullshit and just have a good time.

“There he is,” Jax remarks, coming up beside me and clapping me on the shoulder. Gray, Reid, and Theo are close behind, and they all circle up. “We were wondering where you went.”

“Where’s your girl at?” Theo asks, looking around.

I slide my tongue across my lips, Astrid’s honeyed taste still lingering. “She’s around here somewhere,” I shrug.

I see Gray shoot me a knowing glance and we share a sly smirk.

“You guys staying at the lodge tonight?” Reid asks.