In Between The Alphas
Chapter 71

At first he didn't react, almost as if he was shocked that I was kissing him, then he groaned and deepened the kiss, slanting his lips over mine.

Excitement coursed through me, causing goose bumps to bud all over my body. It didn't matter that I had made the first move; Logan was always in charge and he was doing a good job of proving that to me. The movie completely forgotten, he rolled on top of me and I automatically parted my legs, creating space for him to settle and he did, the ridge of his growing erection settling perfectly against my center. Right there. "Is this what you wanted?" He asked, wrenching his lips away from mine to drag them down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

I nodded my eyes at half-mast as I stared up at the ceiling, tilting my head to the side to expose more of my neck to his hot mouth.

"Your words Charlotte,"

The words were uttered on a tone filled with warning and my eyes quickly flew open to catch him looking at me, the heat in his intense grey eyes making my breath catch.

"Yes." I panted.

God, the man had barely even done anything to me and my composure was shattered into bits all over the place.

He returned his mouth to my neck, flicking his tongue against it and peppering it with soft k!sses. In a flash, he flung the covers off us and cold hit me, but not for long because his body heat compensated for it.

I didn't know how, but all of a sudden, my clothes were off and I was lying there in front of him in just my underwear. I had the sudden urge to cover myself with my hands, mainly because I wasn't used to being so exposed, but when I felt the heat from his gaze as

he stared at me, looking like he wanted to eat me whole, like I was the most precious thing on earth and he was so grateful to have me, the urge died and I found myself wanting to show him more of me.

Without giving too much thought to it, I arched my back, drawing his molten gaze to my bre-asts. My n!pples were chafing against my br-a uncomfortably, begging for his attention.

Attention that he looked like he had absolutely every intention of giving.

"You're so beautiful," He complimented, "So fvcking s3xy."

My stomach swarmed with butterflies and I found myself wanting to touch him. And I did. I frowned when my fingers met the material of his shirt.

He was dressed. Why was he still dressed?

Before I could ask him, he leaned down and brushed his mouth directly on my n!pple through the br-a. I moaned, my hand shooting out to tangle in his rich mane of black hair as I held him against my bre-ast.

I didn't know it was possible for a person to feel this way, but apparently, it was. This was Logan. Of course it was different with him.

His hand slipped under me and he deftly unhooked my br-a, leaning back so that he could take it off. I expected his mouth to descend back on my bre-asts immediately my br-a was off, but he surprised me by simply leaning back and staring.

I didn't just see him staring at me; I could also feel him. And that was so hot, I had to squeeze my legs together to soothe the emptiness I felt between my thighs.

Logan wasn't oblivious. He caught onto the movement and his eyes flared, a muscle working in his jaw.

When he spoke, his voice was like smoke; dark and intangible, drifting into my ears. "Tell me what you want."

It took a whole minute for my fried brain to process his words.

"I- What?"

"What do you want?" He repeated again, calmly.

To an outsider, he appeared calm and collected; unaffected, even. As if he wasn't wrecking havoc on my body.

But I knew him; knew that he wasn't as unaffected as he appeared. Knew that he was barely holding himself back from giving into his own needs with that incredible control he possessed.

And yet, I knew him well enough to know that he would stop if I didn't tell him what he wanted to know.

"I-I want your mouth."

His eyes flared and my cheeks flamed as I uttered the words. It took everything in me to not look away from his piercing gaze.

But apparently, he wasn't done with me.

"Where?" He asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Why did he want to make me say it?

"On my bre-asts," I said on an exhale and he fell on me so fast, I would have missed it had I not been staring at him.

His lips closed over the tip of my right bre-ast, swirling his tongue around it and tugging on it with his teeth until I thought I was going to go mad. He moved to the other bre-ast and lavished it with the same attention he had given to the first one. I felt every tug and pull at my core and whenever he looked up at me, I clenched around air.

God, this was so different. So... not what I was used to.

He freed my nipples from his mouth, then plastered wet kisses on my body as he went down, down, and down until he was placing a kiss on my hipbone.

Only then did he stop.

He looked up at me. "Can I take them off?"

Two things happened simultaneously at his question. I felt an instant rush of arousal that caused wetness pooled in my center, and a feeling bloomed in my chest, spreading out until it felt like I was going to burst from it. This man, this big beautiful magnificent man was asking permission before he took off my p*nties.

My feelings for him deepened exponentially in that moment.

I nodded, then said, "Yes." when I remembered that it was my words that he needed.

He hooked his fingers into both sides of my panties and then placed a kiss just above my cl!t through the material, before rolling it down my legs.

I should have been shy, but I wasn't. Instead, I spread my legs wantonly, lifting my h!ps in barely controlled excitement.

I knew what he intended just from the way he was looking at me and I needed his mouth there and fast before I combusted ungracefully on his bed.

His eyes jumped from the flesh between my legs to my eyes, then back down. "You're so pink here." He hummed, "So pretty, I want to taste you so bad."

I moaned, my eyes falling shut and my hands flying to my bre-asts to cup and squeeze them, as if that would alleviate the ache in my core. "You want me to, don't you?"

"Yes." I whimpered; need riding me so hard that I wasn't even ashamed anymore.

I just wanted him. Period.

"Tell me."

Screw it.

"I want you to eat me out."

He grinned wolfishly, then lunged down and gripped my thighs in his hands, hooking my legs over his shoulders.

Then he proceeded to eat me out.

Literally.