Fell for the Alpha-less Queen

Chapter 401 Don't Stop I'm Already Burning

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By the time the two wolves finally returned to the lake, panting and breathless, dawn had already begun creeping up the pine branches with gentle knocks of light.

Emma nuzzled against Flex's neck, letting out a low, satisfied hum.

Once they'd run their fill, the wolves yielded control back to Landon and Tessa.

When their human forms returned, snowflakes and a few pine needles clung to their hair.

Landon pulled Tessa into his arms; his lips found her carlobe in a teasing bite. "Now... this time is ours," he murmured.

His voice was hoarse with desire. "Tessie, I want to have all of you... every last part."

He didn't finish his sentence-Tessa pressed her lips to his in an eager, searing kiss that told him everything he needed to know.

Her hands were swift; she stripped off his coat without hesitation. That last sliver of restraint within Landon shattered completely.

He clutched her tightly, breathing like fire in a snowstorm; the very air between them ignited.

at his thin shirt with desperation, shredding

pale fingers swept across his firm chest and the ridges of his abs- places she'd fantasized

snow, their clothes piled up one after

his coat to

her whole body radiated heat. She needed him so badly that

arched up, catching his Adam's apple between her

leave a mark- red and wet. A

Landon ripped her sweater apart-shreds fluttering down to

skin gleaming, curves hypnotic. The soft rise and fall of her chest, breathless and flushed, drove

palms sliding reverently over her tender body. The callouses on his hands made her shiver wherever

hard. One hand traced her rounded shoulder, then moved down-

squeeze, her soft flesh molded to his hand,

the full swell of

"Ah!"

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Tessa's lips before she could stop it. The sound was enough to push Landon further he kneaded her breasts more roughly now, one hand, then both completely lost in the intimate paradise, that was hers

faint flush; only then did he

fingers tracing lazy circles on her flat stomach. Each stroke sent sparks skittering through her nerves; her breathing grew ragged,

her body, finally reaching her pert breasts. His tongue traced the tender curve before his mouth closed around the rosy