Page 73 of Alpha Brock
“Say it,” he murmurs, and I feel the vibration from his deep voice against my mound.
“Please!” I whine, bringing my hands to his hair and tugging. “Please lick my pussy!”
Brock chuckles like the smug bastard he is, then wastes no time in attaching his mouth to my clit as a scream tears from my throat. He’swaytoo good at this, and within minutes I’m panting, writhing, practically crying for release. I’m tugging at his hair, my thighs squeezing around his ears, and he’s completely unphased- if anything, my desperate moans have him tongue-fucking me harder. He presses a hand to my belly to hold me in place as I tremble, about to come completely undone.
He suddenly pulls back slightly, and I feel the rumble of his voice vibrate against my pussy again. “You gonna come, baby?”
“Yeah,” I whine, undulating my hips, pressing myself back into his mouth.
He licks along my slit, chuckling cruelly. “Good. Come all over my fucking face, Astrid. And then when you’re done, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll be coming again all over my fucking cock.”
When he suctions his mouth over my clit again, my orgasm rips through me almost instantaneously, sending fire shooting out through my limbs. My back arches, my toes curl, and by the time I catch my breath and come back down, Brock’s on top of me, the smooth head of his cock prodding my entrance.
When he pushes inside, it steals my breath- he’s big, filling me so completely that my eyes roll back in my head. He grips my hips with his hands as he pumps in and out with slow, punishing strokes. His pelvis rubs against my clit and my orgasm starts to slowly build again with every thrust, his name falling from my lips over and over like a prayer.
He’s good at this.Too good. I’m completely enraptured when I’m beneath him, our bodies in perfect harmony. I’m on the verge of completely unraveling when he suddenly pulls out, flipping me over onto my belly. He lifts my hips so I’m face down, ass up, one of his hands on my nape, the other guiding his dick back into my tight channel.
“Mine,” he growls as she shoves inside, his hand coming to my ass cheek and gripping it hard as he hammers into me like a man possessed. “Say you’re mine, Astrid. I need you to fucking say it.” His voice is strained as he keeps railing me, his hips slapping against my ass.
I don’t know how I get the words out when I can barely catch a breath, but some rational part of my brain whispers that he needs this on a deeper level; this isn’t about sex, it’s about connection. Somehow, I manage to choke out, “I’m yours. Only yours.”
A growl tears from his chest and he loses all control, fucking me harder, deeper- and just when I think neither of us can take anymore, he’s pulling out, flopping down beside me, yanking me by the waist until I’m hovering over his dick, sinking back down onto it with a moan.
His eyes feast over me as I start riding him, sweat trickling between my breasts. It doesn’t take long before my thighs are quivering, a tight knot in my belly ready to release with my climax. Brock’s breathing grows shallower, signaling to me that he’s right there, too. And then we tumble over the edge together. His fingers dig into my hips, my nails score the skin of his chest. He groans, thrusting up into me; I whine, grinding down over him. Our bodies are perfectly in sync.
We’re facing the shadow pack tomorrow, so this could be our last night. We make it count. Brock carries me into the shower and we wash ourselves clean, only to start doing it again underneath the stream of hot water. Afterwards, we don’t even make it to the bed before we’re back on each other- we fuck on the floor, the friction giving us both carpet burns. I lose count of the orgasms, losing myself in Brock. By the time we finally pass out, I don’t know where my body ends and his begins. My limbs are tangled with his own, his arms tight around me as darkness creeps in and I slip into a deep, dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Brock
“I want you where I can see you.”
“No. You’ll get distracted.”
“Bullshit. I’ll be more distracted if I don’t have eyes on you.”
“But Brock…”
I shake my head adamantly, tightening my grip around Astrid’s waist. “But nothing. It’s either take a position where I can see you or sit this one out.”
“You know I can’t do that,” she sighs.
“Then you know what you have to do.”
“Ugh!” Astrid groans, throwing her hands up. “You’re exhausting.”
I know I’ve won, but the victory is hollow. I hate that she’s going to be on the battlefield at all- but since she’s insistent on it, I at least need to have her somewhere that I can see her so I can protect her if necessary. The thought of any harm coming to Astrid has me seeing red.
“Let me talk to Cole quick, see if I can shift over to squadron six,” she mumbles, wriggling out of my grasp.
I give her a little nod, watching after her as she makes her way over to her brother.
The battle plans are simple. We’ve gone over them countless times, committed them to memory. All of the fighters are separated into smaller teams, or squadrons- each of us squad leaders from the six-pack are leading one, and Cole has his people split into five more, so there are five squadrons of six-pack fighters and five of Denver fighters. It makes the most sense this way, as our packs can’t mind-link with Denver’s, and we’ll be shifting to wolf form to fight. The squadrons are evenly spaced along the area of the border where the attack is anticipated, ready to defend once the shadow pack arrives.
Which will be soon. We got word from surveillance that they were on the move, so we’re all out here taking our positions. It’s dusk, and it feels like it’s getting colder by the minute as the sun retreats.
“Barbie Beast,” I call as Fallon passes by me, reaching out to give her a fist-bump of encouragement. “You’ve got this.”