The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0169

“I know.” He nibbles on my ear lobe again and lifts me off the ground with one arm, draping me over his shoulder while bending to grab my crutches. Damien quickly scales the stairs, taking two at a time. His hand wrapped around my ass as the tips of his fingers remain against my throbbing pussy.

“Finally alone.” He mutters, lowering me to my feet. His hand quickly returns to the back of my head. Knotting up in my hair as he slams his lips against mine. A low growl rumbles from his throat.

Letting go of my hair, he pulls my tee up and over my head, tossing it to one side. He spends a moment with his eyes roaming over my black lace bra and to the ropey scar that runs along my right shoulder and down towards my right breast.

“What happened?” He asks in a low voice.

“It was a long time ago. I don't really remember.”

He traces a finger along it. "You have Alpha blood, you can heal quickly.”

“It was before I had Midnight. I landed on glass, I think. I’m not really sure. I was five, maybe six.”

little sparks of electricity along the scar

bra. His touch has them hardening in seconds and Damien leans down to suck each one through the fabric. The heat from his tongue has them hardening until they are

fabric away, taking a bare nipple into his mouth

to slip inside my shorts, to slide between my folds, but he keeps them away, teasing every urgency from me as the dampness between my

tattoos travelled further than his neck too. Running down over his shoulders and chest and disappearing under the waistband

hardened length,

keeps it on the outside of my thang, circling two fingers right above my entrance. “Damien.” I whisper, throwing my head back with frustration. I wanted his fingers inside of me. I wanted him to make me orgasm He slows his fingers down “There's no

I roll my hips against his hand. His

skin. As another moancFips through me, he pulls the thorny’ to one side and forces-a finger in-Fhen a second and a thied. Céntent

against him. Wave after wave of

slow to a gentle rock, he pulls my gym shorts from me and quickly removes

me, he carries me to the ottoman at the end of my bed. Sitting on it, he pulls me on his lap, facing away from him. Spreading his legs wide, he carefully lifts each one of mine over his

full length mirror, where I

lets out his own growl as my juices run down over his hand and his thumb begins circling