The Alphas Dilemma

Chapter Seventy One

Chapter Seventy One

Gilbert's POV

"Let’s call a truce for one night,” I said, pressing three small kisses on her lips, one on each side and a lingering one in the middle, in the heart of her mouth “Give me all of you for one night, no holding back. I just need tonight.”

She stared at me for numerous painful beats, clearly struggling. And then, with a quiet, pleading sound, she reached up and pulled me to her, standing on her toes to get as close as she could.

My lips were rough and sterile but she didn’t move away, pressing her curves into me. I was lost to everything but her. We bumped into a wall, the counter, and the shower door, shifting and pulling in our desperation.

Our kisses grew deeper, our touches wilder. I grabbed her ass, and her thighs, and slid my hands up and over her breasts, needing every part of her in my palms simultaneously. She pushed me back against the wall and a rush of warmth flooded across my shoulder and down my chest, bringing me out of my haze. With our clothes still on, we backed into the shower. We were getting soaked.

Her hands roamed my body frantically, yanking my shirt from my pants. With shaky hands she unbuttoned it, tearing off some buttons in her haste before sliding the wet fabric from my shoulders and tossing it outside the shower door.

The wet silk of her dress clung to her, intensifying every angle. I traced the fabric along her breasts, feeling her tight n*****s underneath. She moaned and brought her hand to rest on mine, guiding my movements.

“Tell me what you want.” My voice was rough with need. “Tell me the things you want me to do to you.”

“I don’t know,” she whispered into my mouth. “I just want you to be wholly mine.” I peeled my lips from her neck and kissed her temples.

"I'm yours, baby. Haven't you seen how barbaric you make me act? I'm s**t without you, baby"

I wanted to tell her more of the ways I was easily hers… that she was witnessing one of them now, but words fell away as I skimmed my hands down her sides and up under her dress. We teased and bit at each other’s mouths, the sound of the shower drowning out our moans. I slipped my hands into her panties and felt her warmth against my fingers.

Needing to see more of her, I removed my fingers and slid them up to the hem of her dress. In one movement I pulled it up and over her head and stopped dead in my tracks at the sight of what lay underneath. Sweet Jesus.

She was trying to kill me. Natalie had never been this good.

I took a step back, leaning against the shower wall for support. She stood before me, soaking wet in white lace panties that tied on the side with a satin bow. Her n*****s were hard and visible beneath the matching bra, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to touch them.

“f**k, you are so beautiful,” I said, running my fingertips along her taut breasts. A noticeable quaver ran through her and my hand traveled upward, across her collarbone, along her neck, and finally to her jaw. We could f**k right here, wet and slippery against the tile, and maybe we would later, but right now I wanted to take my time. My heart sped up at the thought that we had an entire night ahead of us. No rushing out or hiding. No bitter fighting and guilt. We had one whole night alone and I was going to spend the entire time with her . . . in a bed.

I reached behind her and turned off the shower. She pushed against me, pressing her body further into mine. I held her face in my hands and kissed her deeply, my tongue sliding easily against hers. Her hips rocked against me and I pushed the shower door open, holding on to her as we stepped out.

I couldn’t seem to stop touching her skin: down her back, over the gentle curve of her backside, and back up again along her sides to her breasts. I needed to feel, to taste every inch of her skin.

Our kiss never broke as we made our way out of the bathroom, staggering clumsily while we desperately tore at our remaining clothes.

I kicked off my wet shoes as I backed her into the bedroom, her hands raking along my stomach as she reached for my belt. Guiding her, I was quickly free of my pants and boxers. In a rush, I kicked them to the side, where they landed in a wet pile.

I traced along her ribs with my knuckles before sliding to the clasp of her bra, releasing it, and practically yanking it off her body. Pulling her closer, I groaned into her mouth as her hard n*****s scraped my chest.

The back of her knees hit the bed and my hands ran down to the last piece of clothing between us. My mouth moved from her lips, down her neck, and across her breasts and torso. I placed soft biting kisses across her stomach and finally to the white lace that hid the rest of her from view.

Sliding to my knees in front of her, I looked up and met her eyes. Her hands were in my hair, running her fingers through the messy, wet strands.

Reaching out, I took one delicate satin ribbon between my fingers and pulled it, watching it slide off her hip. A look of confusion crossed her face as I continued running my fingers along the lace edge to the other side and did the same.

Pushing her back to lie across the sheets I finally moved up to join her, running my lips and tongue along her body, her hands still tangling in my hair, guiding where she wanted me most. I slipped my thumb into her mouth, needing her sucking on me somewhere, needing my own mouth on her breasts, her ribs, her jaw.

Her sighs and moans filled the room and mingled with my own. I was harder than I could ever remember being, and I wanted to bury myself in her over and over again. I reached her mouth and dragged my wet thumb across her cheek when she pulled me down to her, every inch of our naked bodies aligned.

We kissed frantically, hands seeking and grasping as we tried to get as close as possible. Our hips rocked together, my c**k sliding against her soaking heat. Each pass along her c**t provoked a moan. With one tiny move, I could be deep inside.

“Please, Gilbert,” she begged. “I’m losing my mind. Please f**k me" and damn if that was not my wake-up call... I woke up feeling aches in a different part of my body. staring blindly at my window, I registered quickly what her plan was and I was damn ready to put up a fight this time around.