Page 81 of The Alpha’s Heir

If I thought my fingers couldn’t fit…

Another wave of heat crashed over me and I hummed in agony as I tried to take him deep inside my mouth.

“Come here.” Roman pulled me up by the chin, kissing away the pain as he guided me on top again. He broke our kiss, lining my hips up just right so I could ease some of the aching desire along the length of his cock. “Take what you need.”

My nails dug into his chest as I stretched myself on the thickness of him, delighting in the burn that had my wolf howling.

I could stay right here forever.

What had ever kept us apart?

“That’s it,” Roman praised. “You can take more.”

I panted as I worked myself up and down his shaft, lost to the pleasure that I denied myself for so long. Every. Single. Inch.

The building ache burned deep inside me, growing tighter by the minute, as Roman’s strong hands guided my hips faster, and he thrust up to meet me, chasing his own pleasure.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he panted. “I wish…”

“You wish what?” I rocked my hips, hitting that sweet spot inside that had my toes curling and the ache singing. Never in my life had I been this full.

This whole.

He thrust again, jaw clenched as he stared up at me. “That you were mine.”

Roman rocked me harder onto his cock, forcing me to take all of him.

Stars burst across my field of vision as the orgasm tore itself out of my soul, and I came again, screaming his name.

I collapsed forward, sinking my teeth straight into the top of his shoulder as my beast howled.

Too late, I realized what I was doing.

And it was too late to take it back.

Roman growled out his own release as he held me close. His cock spilled inside me and he cradled my head, keeping my teeth there until they hit bone.

The taste of blood filled my mouth, just as warmth flooded my chest.

My “Oh shit” moment was quickly replaced with a euphoric burst of rightness.

Mine. My wolf howled her triumph.

What did you do? I cried.

Roman caressed my hair, smoothing it down as his heart rate slowed, and the bond between us snapped into place.

“Roman, I’m so—”

“Shh,” he whispered. “Just give me one more minute to pretend, then I’ll get up.”

“To pretend what?” I turned my face toward him, needing to see that he was all right.

He frowned at the blood on my mouth, but he couldn’t hide the happiness in his eyes or the way I felt his punch of emotions to my heart.

“That I never have to leave this cave.” That quirk of his lips was followed by the rush of feelings that weren’t mine.

The depth of them was so intense that it stole my breath away. Roman felt. Everything he felt was so strong and bottled up and deep that I worried he’d explode under my touch.