In the Alpha’s Arms

Can You Feel The Heat?

Lita didn’t even make it to the bathroom door. She was only two steps into an epic storm out that would have put all other drama queens to shame before hed snatched her back to him, pulling her into a rough kiss.

Immediately heat exploded through her, sending shivers from her spine to the rest of her body. It was like waking up from a hibernation. Her body hadn’t been fully alive until he touched her again and the electricity of his fingers on her skin brought her to the edge of a frenzy. It had been so damn long since she’d been touched like that, if ever. The warm weight of his hands on her waist made her dizzy. He smirked against her mouth, licking her top lip before pressing his mouth onto hers once more.

Cole wasn’t entirely in control, lost somewhere betwpen that dress and her scent, jealousy fueling his already raging hard–on as he pressed it against her thigh. She was his. She needed to be his. His mind was clearer about that than it had been in months. This scent, this taste, this body, he couldn t stand to watch Ace enjoy any part of it

This was not playing it cool. He knew that. This wasn’t talking it out either, which he knew they definitely needed to do but hard as he tried, he couldn’t put out the Ere inside of him.

He groaned loudly as he moved their bodies closer, in a tone that was almost wild, “You taste like fucking heaven.” Wrapping an arm tightly around her waist, he backed her out of the bathroom into the bedroom, never breaking the kiss

Cole pulled at her lips deeply. sucking and pressing her mouth wider until he could work his way inside, savoring the taste

with his tongue, playing with her emotions. Gasping, she gripped his hair roughly until she’d brought his warm mouth back down onto her neck. One of Cole’s hands slid up the back of her neck until it gripped her silky stands,

long, drown out foreplay? Was that Ace’s angle: Passively work them both up all night and then light the fuse? That man might have been a fucking genius. She hadn’t given

off.

me for what he’ll do to you… That sly fox of

tip toes. He made a frustrated sound and lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. Letting his fingers

back from hers. She watched his red eyes catch in the light, reflecting. That sight, coupled with the

of his pants. He hissed,

of the

his head against her ribcage, he whispered “We need to talk, Lita. We can’t

but he seemed a bit more composed. Slowly her breathing returned to normal too, the flush leaving