The Alpha and Her Secret Mate

No Talking

Alex moves immediately, ripping the neck of his shirt in his haste to take it off. I reach out to touch his chest, and he sighs, breathing hard, but he doesn’t let me touch him for long. He pushes my hands back enough to pull my shirt over my head, and his breath rushes out of him once I’m exposed. I grin, hoping he doesn’t notice in the dark.

His eyes pour over me, drinking in every inch of my skin, but I didn’t come here to be watched. I carefully guide his hands to where I want them, grazing along my hips, the curve of my waist, the delicate skin of my ribs, and stopping him on my breasts.

The rough skin on the pads of his thumbs strokes small circles over the tips of my breasts, and my skin tightens in response, craving more. A hot aching longing grows from the base of my spine, shooting up to my heart and back again, and I moan, wanting more. The sound makes Alex’s eyes go dark with lust.

“Layla, I–”

“No talking!” I snap. Then I further silence him with a kiss. It’s gentle at first, but then his breath catches in his throat, and Alex runs his tongue along my lips before pushing inside my mouth. His kisses feel possessive, like he’s claiming me with every touch, and it’s exactly what I want. I want to be claimed, I want to be his.

He pulls back from me, and I stumble to follow him, audibly whining. He pulls me with him. His arms come up around me, forming a protective cage. I push my chest against his, and the warmth makes me want to melt into him. I feel the hardness of him, and he gasps when I push my hips against his.

He breaks off our kiss, but immediately buries his face against my neck. I whimper at the touch, and at my noise, Alex nips at my skin, then chases the sensation with hard, wet kisses.

I let my head fall back, giving him more room, but he doesn’t linger. His lips move down my neck, rewarding my every gasp with a bite or a pull on my skin. Alex directs me back, and I hardly notice we’ve moved until he leans me back against the bed behind us. He kisses me once, and his lips stay just out of reach of mine, hovering for a moment, making me want more of him.

He leans back and pulls off my shorts, and I help him, scrambling to untangle my clothes from my knees. I’m desperate to feel his touch. Alex kisses a spot beneath my boobs, and I arch my body towards him. His hands explore my thighs before settling on my hips. I try to lift my hips to him, but his firm hands pin me to the bed.

“Alex, please!” I moan.

“Shhh. No, talking,” he says, with a wicked grin.

I pout at him, but my frustration is soon forgotten when he kisses my hip, biting at the bone.

He groans wordlessly with the same longing I feel. His hands inch closer towards the heat between my legs. He teases me with just a whisper of a touch, until I think I can hardly stand it.

And then he touches me.