Claimed By My Three Alphas
Chapter 118

"I want you Levi. I want to make love with you." She answered. Amery spent her evening in the absence of Levi and in the presence of Quincy all day. That was the only thing it took for her eyes to become crystal clear. That was what it took for her to know that she really wants to be more than a friend with him. Quincy had been the perfect friend and gentleman. He had taken care of her as best as he could. Everything was as it's supposed to be but she couldn't have fun, she couldn't stop thinking about Levi. Of going back to him. She had planned to sabotage his girlfriend and do a whole lot of crazy things just as long as she gets him for herself. Funny how his absence made her realize that she indeed had missed his bickering, his teasing, his taunts and demeaning attitude. She craved his attention. She couldn't find humor in the funny comments made by Quincy. She couldn't relax long enough to enjoy his company. He wasn't Levi. It baffled her because she had never felt anything as close to this when she was with Asher so why Levi? The one who had tried to kill her countless times? Even as she stared back at the black orbs that was fixed on her face, she couldn't muster a single regret or mortification about her decision. Levi had all the time in the world to take advantage of her but didn't. He hadn't attempted to kill her neither had he lied or did anything to make her doubt his intentions. She's been close to him for almost a month and he had been nothing but supportive of her. Maybe she might be wrong about him after all.

"Stop looking at me like that." He groaned softly, his eyes pinning hers.

"Like what?" She asked, her voice hoarse.

"Like you want us to tangle the sheets." He stated flatly in a deep voice.

"So what if I do?" She whispered, her previous anger, forgotten. "I want you, Levi. The funny part is that I know you want me too." Her eyes dared him to deny it but he couldn't. He had been battling his s****l attraction to her for a while now. That episode In the kitchen was as a result of the fact that he had given into his urges.

He should have known that it'll catch up with him. Resisting a woman like Amery is like trying to evade death...you can't. You just can't. He wants her too damn much it's almost a fever, an addiction. He should have known that. He loathed her but then he wanted her. Does that even make any sense?

He swallowed tightly, his eyes trailing her soft pink lips. Full, rosy and plump. So suckable.

"Hell..." He growled in defeat and dived for those sexy pouty lips.

That was the only warning she got. A slow smile teased his mouth before he crushed their lips together. She grabbed his hair tight as he drank her lips over and over again.

Amery released his hair and ran her palms down the sleek brawn and sinew of his naked chest, then cupped the hard mounds of his a*s. His skin felt like velvet, the hardness of his muscles a perfect contrast. His limbs were laced with sinew, so hot, so powerful. A girl could become addicted to such raw intensity.

"I need you, Amery," He intoned.

She clasped her hands over his jaw and brought him down for yet another kiss. She tasted a swirling storm of hunger as his tongue swept into her mouth and attempted to utterly conquer her. He groaned her name.

"Shut up and kiss me." She breathed against his mouth.

Levi uttered a warm, husky chuckle, then crushed his lips to hers. Arousal pounded through her, frantic for release as his tongue dove into her mouth. His hands tunneled beneath the silky material of her crisscrossed light top that she had borrowed from Quincy. And his fingertips traced the edge of her n*****s.

She shivered. Desire pooled between her legs.

"See," Beseeched. "See what you do to me."

Eyes closed in surrender, Amery guided one of his hands under the froth of her top, up her inner thigh and onto the edge of her panties.

"Here, huh?" He muttered huskily, then slipped past the fragile silk barrier.

"There. Right Yes! There." Unable to stop herself, she arched into his touch, creating more pressure, more friction. "Do you feel how much I need you?"

"You are liquid fire," He praised. He dropped to his knees in front of her, keeping one hand on her panties. The other caressed a path under her clothes and up her feet, calves, and thighs.

"I want more. So much more." Reverence dripped from his words.

"Then take it," She said, her hips writhing as he touched her.

"I will," He said. "I will take everything you have to give, and then I will take even more. I will take so much that you will beg me to stop."

Amery shivered from his words. She didn't care what he did to her...she only cared that he does something. She gasped as he suddenly lifted her into his arms and strode her to the bed. They kissed all the way, she was surprised he didn't drop her on the ground because he wasn't even looking.

Slowly, he dislodged their lips and her feet touched the ground. His back to the wall. He slipped the pink panties from her legs and tossed them to the ground. With a flick of his wrist, he parted the folds of her top. Levi didn't have to spread her legs because Amery did it so eagerly, willingly, and in the next heartbeat, he was kissing the wetness between her thighs.

At the first flick of his tongue, she exploded. Fire, joy, pleasure, all seared through her, and her head reeled. Her knees shook and she threatened to fall, but he held her upright. She gripped his head, losing touch of where she was, who she was, only feeling an incredible shiver race through her again and again.

And just when she thought she might die from it, he kissed her again until she could only gasp his name. He tasted her, sucked her, made her shiver repeatedly. Amery's wolf came alive at that instant and she found herself surrendering unto his will. "Levi!" She cried out loudly as she came.

Her head arched back as delight ripped across her nerve endings. She moaned and cried out, the sounds escaping on ragged catches of breath. Her eyelids closed, as she chewed at her bottom lip. "Don't stop," she told him, panting. "Don't stop."

He uttered another chuckle, and the vibrations tickled her thighs. "Always the commander," he said. And he didn't stop.

Only when she screamed his name again did he stand. It was like that day in her bedroom all over again. More hot, but more bearable. He propped his arms on the wall behind her, trapping her in his embrace. "You are beautiful when you c*m." "I want to see you that way," She said, her cheeks heated.

She curled her fingers around his p***s. He sucked in a hiss of breath and muttered something in a language she didn't understand. "I want to see you when you c*m Levi."

"Not yet," He said brokenly. "I will savor the rest of you first."

A heartbeat passed, a mere whisper of time, before his lips touched hers. His tongue moved over her mouth with heady slowness, exotic and consuming. She tasted herself, and it excited her, reminding her of where he'd been and what he'd done. She moved her hand up and down his length, stroking.

"Do you know," He said, his voice growing more hoarse with every word, watching her through the thick shield of his lashes, "That you are the most passionate woman I've ever encountered. So f*****g responsive."

His words filled her with pleasure. "You make me that way." She admitted.

"I am glad." His hands slid languidly up her sides and cupped her jaw. He planted breathy little kisses and nips over her nose, her eyes, her chin. She chuckled huskily. He tugged her to her tiptoes for another kiss. While his tongue worked magic, he shifted his hands under her b**t and urged her legs around his waist.

She spread her thighs and hooked her ankles at his back until she straddled him and cradled his erection without actual penetration. One of his hands flattened against the base of her throat, so warm, so inviting, a heartbeat away from dipping inside her top and cupping her b*****

But that strong, masculine hand remained in place, teasing, taunting. Tormenting.

As one expectant minute ticked by and then another, her n*****s hardened painfully. The rosy peaks anticipated his touch and strained against the silkiness of her top. Her wolf prowled inside her. She needed Levi and for the life in her, she needed him now too.