The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 111
Aching for one thing.
One kiss that surely wouldn’t cause any harm.
He had the same idea.
He lets me pull him closer. No sign of hesitance or reluctance on his part as his eyes train on my lips. The pounding of my heart rapidly sounds in my ears as his hands firmly clasp around my waist. Strong fingers pressing down onto my hips when he pulls me forward. Everything is lost in my mind. Nothing matters but him. Like some kind of bewitching fog, I’m entranced and all too willing to be his victim. My head angles up while his dips down to meet my lips.
The hands that were once content with holding onto his shirt, flatten on his abdomen. The outline of his hard abs under the shirt is obvious. His body is riddled with firm, thick muscles that are hidden with the constraints of his clothing. My fingers spread apart, both hands gliding up his torso as he drew in a sharp breath. I feel his pleasure from my touch. My wolf is quiet, but the beady glaze over her eyes match the fervor of the haywire desire over him.
Slowly, I drag my hands up. Appreciating every curve and dip his body has to offer under my fingertips. I breathe in, running my hands to the curve of his neck and settle to wrap my arms. around him.

I use his strong stance as leverage, pulling myself up by his neck and watch, with half lidded eyes as he closes the gap between us. His lips touch mine; gently, warm, hesitant, and earth shatteringly perfect. I don’t breathe for a moment. I’m too scared to.
Sparks zip between us, nothing but complete euphoria when our lips move together passionately. My nerves light up with excitement. The kiss- a rhythmic dance that consumes us both. An act of give and take, push and pull, that’s equally pleasing no matter the role. His lips move slow, but it’s the kind of slow that makes you lose your sense of time. His kiss is passionate, but it’s the kind of passionate that makes your knees wobble. It was just perfect.
The kind of perfect that drowns your thoughts into a blank sheet of nothingness.
Nothingness that has never felt so good before.
Raizel brings his hand to the back of my neck, angling my head so he could have better access. I gasp into his mouth when he nips my bottom lip with his teeth, the ferocious beast I know he keeps hidden inside him, peeks out as his tongue swiped along the opening. My eyes screws shut, unable to look at him but unwilling to pull away. My fingers lace themselves around his hair, pulling and tugging when his kiss becomes more demanding.
But I liked it.
The scorching heat of his touch blows away any lingering thoughts of stopping. I press myself harder against him, not minding his ever tightening hold. This isn’t enough. I needed him even closer. He groans from the back of his throat, digging his fingers into my back. Excitement pumps into me at the sound. I caused him to feel like that. It was my touch that broke his composure. I can’t stop the involuntary moan that slips past my lips. He moves his hand down to my thigh and wraps it
around his waist.
Without thinking, I follow his lead, jumping up so that both my legs wrapped around him. We break away, staring at each other as heavy breaths leave us before diving back in. The fire in our kiss never diminishing as his tongue probs inside my mouth. He grows bolder, taking what he wants just as I do with every flick of our tongues.
I groan against his lips, grinding my hips into his to cause some friction. The throbbing need
between my legs is almost insatiable if it wasn’t for him. All I know is that for me to put out the fire inside my abdomen, I needed him.
The hunger for one another formed into desperate, needy moans and groans.