Destined For The Alpha: Six Heart-Racing Shifter Romances (Werewolf's Harem Book 7) Read Online Free PDF Page B

on, as if his erection wasn’t grinding into her belly even as he spoke.
    “Trust,” she said, the word coming out as a hiss. She trusted no one.
    “Yes, trust,” he said. “When you sign that contract, you will be mine. Mine to protect, mine to care for. Mine to fuck.”
    He ground against her on his last word, reinforcing. 
    Hot lines of need raced through her veins, and her wolf was frantically trying to rise and complete the coupling. The harder he tugged, the more the flames of desire grew within her.
    “Stop thinking,” Lucas said, his tone gentle. “It’s all but signed, now. Submit to me, like I know you want to do.”
    Biting her lip, Aurelia found the strength to struggle in his grip. 
    Pulling his fingers from her hair, Lucas dropped his hand to her thigh and began rucking up her dress. She struggled harder, but his fingertips found bare skin in mere moments. 
    Ignoring her mewls of protest, he traced a path up the taut top of her thigh until it met her hip. He cupped her hip briefly, giving a gentle squeeze.
    “You’re so perfect here,” he said. His words were uttered as though a curse, and there was no hiding his genuine approval.
    “Not too thin, not too thick,” he said, sliding his hand over the curve of her hip.
    “Let me go!” Aurelia insisted, only now raising her arms to push him away.
    He tutted, shaking his head. He leaned close again, his mouth resting against her ear. His fingers found the filmy white lace of her panties, the ones she’d selected from her new wardrobe. 
    Thinking about how he’d picked them out, wanting to see her wear them, wanting to strip them from her body…
    Aurelia’s heart raced, her breasts throbbed, and the brush of his fingertips against her mons scalded her.
    “So warm,” he whispered, his breath tickling the sensitive shell of her ear.
    Her breath caught, and held. Those fingers brushed downward once, twice. It was all she could do not to press into his touch.
    His touch slid underneath the thin barrier of her panties, finding and parting silky curls.
    “Oh,” she said, the word a gush of breath. 
    “Ah,” he said, that wicked grin growing on his lips once more. “I knew it. I knew you’d be wet for me, ready for me to pull you to the ground and fuck you.”
    She knew she should fight, or at least feel shame. Before she could consider either, his fingers traced a slick line down her sensitive folds, invading. In a flash, she was reduced to pure need. Her mouth was open, her head fallen to rest on his chest, and she was panting. She hadn’t been touched like this in almost three years.
    Two clever fingertips found her swollen, tender clit. Aurelia cried out, desperate and wanting.
    “Like this?” he asked, brushing in a gentle circle. “Tell me what you like, little one.”
    “Fast, faster,” she said, her voice breaking.
    His fingers moved, tracing around her clit in quick circles now. She couldn’t hold still, her hips rocking into his touch.
    “Lucas, yes!” she cried, one hand moving up to his shoulder while the other went to the railing to steady herself. She wanted to spread her legs for him, she wanted him to be fucking her, she wanted his mouth on her breasts, she wanted to ride him like a prized stallion.
    As she neared her climax, though, he slowed.
    “Don’t stop!” she ordered, close to growling. 
    “You can’t cum yet, little one,” Lucas purred.
    “No!” she barked, aware that it didn’t make any sense.
    “I have to taste you, Aurelia. I need you on my tongue when you burst into bloom. I’m going to lick and suck you and fuck you with my fingers, just so I can get you ready for my cock,” he said, his eyes a dangerously stormy silver.
    His fingers still teased her, but he clearly wasn’t going to give her any more like this.
    She reached up to unfasten her halter top, but he withdrew and grabbed her wrists. 
    “Lucas!” she said, her words a plea, a reprimand, a query.
    “Not here,” he said.