The Alpha’s Runaway Bride

2.

I froze as he practically appeared next to me, soundless. My eyes went wide as my pulse jumped. Why does he smell so good? Was he… Did he just come in from a campfire?

“I did know that,” he all but growled, closing in on me. My rambling thoughts fell away. I couldn’t help but feel like his prey in that moment, like he was the wolf, and I was the hare. Part of me knew I should run, but I couldn’t move. The rest of me delighted in how he stared at me as if I was the only thing on this planet that could bring him any sort of respite. Like I was an oasis for the dying man in the desert. An island to the drowning man in the sea.

No one had ever looked at me like that before.

“I see,” I whispered. I stepped back, but he took another forward. I took another step back and my shoulders hit the wall. When did that get there? I wasn’t sure I cared. He leaned in a little closer. “Did you know—”

“I’m going to kiss you now, Celeste,” he interrupted me.

I took in a sharp breath, spreading my palm against the wall. Oh, but I wanted him to kiss me—I wasn’t sure I’d ever wanted something so badly in my entire life—but I didn’t want to ask.

He didn’t make me. He bent down, pressing our lips together. It stole my breath away. I’d kissed my share of men, but none of them were like this. He was so sure of himself, but he wasn’t controlling. He took the lead, but he wasn’t bossy. Despite myself, I groaned, and the sound of my voice made me flush a little more.

He laughed at that; his lips still pressed against mine. One of his hands settled on my hip while the other toyed with the hem of my shirt. Deep down I knew we shouldn’t be doing this. I was pretty sure I hadn’t even locked the door. Anyone could walk in on us, and yet…

The thought of being caught sent a little thrill racing up my spine. I whimpered softly, pressing my body flush against his. Heat rolled off him in waves and I just shivered, peeling my hands away from the wall to lace them around his neck.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and damn if that deep voice didn’t go right to my p***y. I couldn’t remember ever getting so wet so quickly, but how could I help myself? He was gorgeous.

Both hands had slipped beneath my blouse, his fingertips just as warm as the rest when he mapped the planes of my skin, tracing my ribs before traveling further north. One hand cupped me through my bra, and I wished I had gone without underwear today, if only so there was nothing between his skin and mine.

Seemingly sensing my thoughts, he pulled away from the kiss, tipping his head to worship my neck as he slipped his fingers beneath the soft fabric of my bra. I gasped. He smiled as he rolled my n****e between his forefinger and thumb, leaving me writhing and pinned against the wall.

“Please,” I whispered, throwing my head back. I stared up at the ceiling and the project of stars overhead. Romulus and Remus. The absurd thought made me grin.

“Please, what?” he prompted, his husky voice sending another bolt of electricity through my veins. “Use your words.” I could hear his teeth even as I stared up at the stars.

For some reason, that made me smile, too, even as my cheeks burned bright pink.

“I want you,” I murmured quietly, finally shifting so I could look back at him. He stopped kissing my throat long enough to demonstrate a wolf’s smile.

Then he slipped his hands back down my front, pausing at the button on my pants. “You want me how?” he murmured, punctuating his question with a chaste kiss to my lips.

The contrast made my head spin. I felt like I was floating, and all we’d done was kiss.

Is he being a flirt, or… ?

I smiled, so warm inside. No, not just that. I felt like he’d set me on fire.

“In me,” I replied, releasing my grip on his hair to put my hands over his and undo my pants.

Everything seemed to move at lightning speed after that. Soon I was undoing the front of his shirt while he was shoving my slacks down to the ankles. I kicked off one of my shoes, stepping out of a pantleg while I fumbled with the latch on his pants.

He pushed my panties down while I unbuckled his pants, reaching into his boxers to free his erection. I wrapped my fingers around his c**k, and the girth of it made my mouth water. I squirmed, my thighs slick with desire.

He noticed, but his chuckle was a little breathier this time as he pushed me back against the wall. Batting my fingers away, he guided both of my hands over my head, pinning them there. With his other hand, he arranged me, my leg over his hip. His c**k brushed against my thigh, and I groaned, squirming as I tried to get any sort of friction.

“Patience.” He hummed. He was definitely teasing, now.

“Please,” I whimpered, rocking my hips forward. I shuddered as he groaned, bucking once as my thigh rubbed against his impressive erection.

“Okay,” he finally agreed, shifting positions again. “Since you asked so nicely.”

He pressed forward, the tip of his c**k teasing my entrance before he rolled his hips, entering me with one slow, fluid motion. I saw stars at once, gasping and shuddering as he filled me up. I’d never c*m just from penetration before, but…

“What a lovely creature you are,” he groaned, already rutting into me. “Such a good girl. Do you think you can come for me again?”

“Yes,” I panted, wishing I could hold on to him. My nails bit into my palms where he had them pinned overhead. “Oh, yes. Please, please, please.”

“Your wish is my command.” He grinned, amber eyes gleaming in the low light. “Just say my name, khuya.”

“Oh, please—”