Page 44 of Alpha Brock

CHAPTER TWENTY

Brock

As soon as I turn the key in the ignition, I know that the drive back to Riverton is going to be tortuous with Astrid sitting beside me, looking and smelling like sin. The girl is hot as fuck; way too damn tempting for her own good. So fucking sweet, too, but with the heart of a warrior. I know I shouldn’t let her get too close, but how can I resist her?

I pull out of the town of Goldenleaf and onto the main road, glancing sideways at the beauty seated next to me. I can’t help myself from reaching over to touch her exposed thigh, gliding my fingers all the way from her knee to the hem of her little black dress. It’s way too fucking short- every guy in the place was checking her out tonight. Probably why me and my wolf were both slowly driven into a frenzy watching her, and why I couldn’t waste another second before getting her out of there.

Her eyes are alight with the golden shimmers of her wolf as I run my fingertips along the hem of her dress. Then I pull my hand away, placing it back on the steering wheel as she darts me the sultriest little glance. Daring me to play with her, though she should know by now that I don’t play fair.

I flicker my gaze to meet hers. “Pull up your dress.”

A blush spreads across Astrid’s cheeks as she reaches down for the hem of her dress on either side, arching her back off of the passenger seat to lift her ass. She slides the dress up to bunch around her waist, revealing a hot-as-fuck pair of skimpy black panties.

I practically start salivating. Before, all I could think about was how her pussy would taste. Now that I know, all I can think of is how it’ll feel wrapped around my cock.

“Spread those thighs for me, baby,” I rasp, taking another peek at the scrap of fabric between them. “Let me see that pussy.”

Slowly, she complies, her knees tipping apart. She inhales a sharp breath as she reaches down to the apex of her thighs, dragging her panties to the side to expose herself to me.

I hazard a glance and a low growl of approval starts in my chest. “Damn that’s sexy,” I murmur, sliding my gaze up to her eyes again. “Touch yourself.”

I try to keep one eye on the road, watching Astrid’s fingers dance down her belly in my peripheral vision. She lets out a little puff of air as she brushes her clit with a fingertip, her breathing becoming more labored as she starts rubbing it.

The scent of her arousal floods the interior of the Escalade and my dick strains painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I’m driving like a mad man, trying to get back to the packhouse as quickly as possible, while still minding the road and stealing glances at Astrid pleasuring herself in the passenger seat.

Her nipples are hard, pebbling up into stiff peaks under the thin fabric of her dress, a dead giveaway that she skipped the bra tonight. I keep one hand on the steering wheel and reach the other over to palm one of her tits, pinching her nipple between my fingers.

The sweetest little moan slips past her lips in response, andholy fuckI can’t get her home quick enough. Every mile suddenly feels like a hundred.

Astrid’s breath starts coming out in short little pants as she rubs her clit faster, her head rolling sideways so she’s facing me, eyes clouded with lust.

“How does it feel?” I growl, darting my gaze between her legs and back up to her face.

“It feels good,” she sighs as her eyes slide closed. “So good.”

Goddamn, I’m like a teenager, ready to explode at any moment. I nearly sob in relief when I see the turnoff for Riverton ahead, gripping the steering wheel and taking it twice as fast as I normally do. Gunning it as I roll into town and head for the packhouse.

By the time I whip the Escalade into the driveway, I’m so worked up that I’m practically sweating. I cut the engine and jump out, charging around to the passenger side. I almost tear the door off of the damn hinges as I yank it open, Astrid peering out at me with those big brown doe-eyes like a deer in the headlights. I hear the click of her seatbelt unfasten, and a split second later I’m snatching her out of the passenger seat, tossing her over my shoulder like a damn neanderthal.

“Brock!” she giggles, wriggling against me.

I reach up to slap her bare ass, the sound of it echoing off of the pavement. Her perky little ass is right next to my face- so tight you could bounce a quarter off of it. Her giggle turns into a moan as I sink my teeth into her ass cheek, nipping her flesh. “Quiet, you’ll wake the guys,” I warn as I start trudging up the front walk, yanking her dress down to cover her ass. Just in case anyone’s around.

The packhouse is dark when I push the door open and step inside, and I waste no time in swinging it closed behind me and heading straight for the hallway to Astrid’s room. The girl barely weighs a thing- she’s ridiculously easy to carry and I make it to her room in seconds flat. As soon as we’re inside, I kick the door closed and stomp over to the bed, tossing her onto it.

She lets out another airy little giggle as her body bounces against the mattress, her curly hair fanning around her head on the soft white comforter. “Jeez, ya big ol’ brute,” she teases, sitting up on her elbows.

I lean down over her, supporting my weight with my arms on either side of her body. “If you like that dress, then take it off now,” I grumble, raking my eyes down her form. “Because if it’s still on once I’m undressed, I’m ripping it off.”

I see a shiver run through Astrid’s body in response to my command. She drags her bottom lip between her teeth as she watches me tip back to stand, grabbing the hem of my thermal and yanking it off overhead. Her gaze coasts down my chest, sweeping over my pecs and abs, dropping to my crotch. She wets her lips with her tongue, dragging her eyes back up to meet my own.

“Off,” I repeat, my hands moving to the button of my jeans.

Astrid’s throat works as she swallows hard and slowly starts peeling her dress up, lifting it off over her head and tossing it aside. I’m dragging down my zipper, but I pause to drink her in for a moment, laying on the bed in nothing but those sexy little panties.

“Those too,” I say, staring at the scrap of lacy fabric, and she reaches to slip them down, dangling them off of a foot in front of me.

I snatch them from her, tucking them in the back pocket of my jeans. Then I shove my jeans down my hips, stepping out of them. Watching as Astrid’s eyes go straight to the bulge in the front of my boxer briefs.