Back and Stronger: Alpha's Daughter
Chapter 55

Sophia held her breath, hardly able to believe that they were finally caving into the sexual tension that had been phasing in and out of their time together for months. Her wish on the shooting star was about to come true. He was about to be hers, and she was about to be his. The chemical connection that was created when he had guided her through her first shift had grown by leaps and bounds after what he had taught her that night. The power and inner body experience of the forced transformation had made them extremely sensitive to each other’s feelings. She thought of all the times they had fought the urge to touch each other as they lay side by side in bed, night after night after night. A completely different kind of torture had kept her awake on those very long nights. She could tell you exactly how many tiny squares comprised his ceiling. She knew exactly how many nail holes were uncovered on the walls of his room. Counting sheep wasn’t an option when the heat of his body warmed hers. There would be no more tip toeing around each other, this was them. And they were about to please each other. Goddess, let this be real, she thought to herself.

Crickets sang their mating songs outside, and the crescent moon glistened off the hood of the car. The twinkle of the stars lent just enough light that she could watch his emotions flit across his face. Her heart sang. Liquid pooled between her thighs when his lips seared hers with the intensity of liquid heat. His mouth on hers was as hard and as intense as the morning sun. It didn’t cause pain, in fact, she loved the feel of his lips pressed hard against hers. She responded to the roughness and met his aggression with her own. His unleashed lust met with hers and their bodies began to push against each other. God, this was everything. It was everything she had been waiting for. Everything she wanted. Everything she needed.

Wanting to be closer, no, needing to be closer, she shifted so that she could climb onto his lap. With her face cupped in his powerful hand she got lost in the sensations of his touch as little flicks of electricity sparked everywhere his fingers grazed. Until her yoga pants got stuck on the center console. Not wanting to break the kiss, to lose the scorching contact of their bodies, she tried to jerk her pant leg back. With the hard tug, she flew across his lap and slammed into the driver’s side door. Neil chuckled under his breath and wrapped one muscled arm around her waist and settled her firmly in his lap.

“There’s a door there, baby.”

She blushed in embarrassment, and he must have felt the heat that had rushed to her cheeks.

“Never be embarrassed by who you are. You are so damn cute. You are beautiful. You are perfect.”

She glowed as bright as a candle flame under his praise, her moment of embarrassment completely forgotten. She dug her nails into her palm, just enough to be certain that this was real, and not a dream.

He brushed his nose against hers. It was the lightest of touches, a wisp of a feather, really. He exhaled slowly and his breath on her lips warmed them and made her skin tingle. The sweet pressure of his lips on her forehead made the butterflies in her stomach swarm, rapidly flitting from one tender point to the other. He kissed each of her closed eyes, delicately, gently. She hadn’t known that you could feel so cherished. She hadn’t known that it was possible to ever feel that special. One arm braced her against his broad chest and his other hand cradled the back of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair and he gave a gentle tug, pulling her closer. He lowered his lips to her mouth, and he groaned when she wiggled in his lap. His tongue pressed against hers, so she’d open her lips and allow him the entrance he wanted more than anything. When she did, both their worlds spun.

The windows fogged, and the air inside the car was heavy with their desire. The scents of their bodies caused a hormonal flux that was filled with wanting. A serious want. His hands cupped her face, and he pressed his tongue into hers, swiping the roof of her mouth, then the inside of her cheeks. She let her tongue loose to dance with his and she moaned softly, loving the way their tongues entwined. Her heart thudded against his and they matched tempos, joining their beats as one. He pulled back and glided his lips against hers then let their tongues swirl, enjoying the taste and the feel of each other. She wiggled in his lap again, trying to get closer. He pulled her against him, tighter than before, no longer afraid to hurt her. She met his hunger with a hunger of her own that had him hardening in his seat. He sucked on her lower lip, taking it into his mouth and letting the tip of his tongue flick against it, before releasing it and opening her mouth again. He took her tongue into his and sucked on it, enjoying the taste of her sweet kiss as he ran his fingers through her hair. He found little spots of pleasure on her body, and each gasp she gave was like using a map then replaceing the treasure. He kissed her jaw and ran his lips up the side of her neck. He nibbled on her ear then zeroed in on the sensitive spot that elicited little gasps with each swipe of his tongue, with each suckle.

She moaned and then moved to straddle his lap. He pulled the lever and sent the seat back so they would have more room. Sophia wasted no time in settling against his bulging manhood. She felt his hardness press against his core and groaned together as more liquid pooled in the delicate V of his legs. His groan, deep, and long. Hers were soft moans let out on little gasps of breath, followed by a soft mewling. Instinctively she rolled her hips, rubbing against him at an even and steady pace as they kissed each other. The pace changed from soft and steady to hard and fast then soft and steady. They were engaged in devouring every part of each other. Finding the ways that make the other respond. She may not be experienced, but she knew how to respond in a way that was only for him. That would only ever be for him.

She feels powerful and in control yet subdued by his lust and following his lead of passion the rhythm the hands on his hips set. Her sounds confirmed that he was doing all of what she seemed to like as she was sinking her fingers into his shoulder while the other hand was entwined with the hairs that lay against the back of his neck. His bun had fallen out and lay softly on his shoulders. Her hair cascaded forward, sheltering them in its passionate hold. They begin to rock together like a boat on the ocean riding the feelings of hunger and desire. She panted, trying to catch her breath. But their lips weren’t separated for long. Perfect, she thought. This was perfect. He was perfect. She felt certain that there would never be another, he was it for her. And they were sharing the most intimate, soul connecting moments. Their bodies would join as one, and they would forever be connected, mentally, physically, and emotionally. She knew he felt the same, she could feel it. The closer they got to connecting the more she was able to feel his emotions meld with hers.

She moved her hands to his pecs, she relished in the feel of his body. She slid them slowly down his abs, softly grazing over each curve of his six pack. She clamped her legs at the sides of his hips and squeezed her thighs as she sank into him. The taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of him so close against her made her breath hitch. He was an aphrodisiac that she could never get enough of. Time and space had no meaning anymore. There was only him and no other care in the world. The car was filled with their unfed craving for each other. Her whole body ignited with desire until he mirrored her actions and followed her lead. He glided a hand under her shirt, cupping her breast, and brushed the nipple with his thumb.

Sophia immediately jumped and a gasp escaped her throat. She pulled back on a wheeze as anxiety reared its head. These were much different than the moans he had heard up to that point and he stopped moving. He dropped his arms to his sides and breathed slowly.. She froze. He could see her eyes glaze over and her throat bobble as she fought to swallow.

Neil was careful not to move at all. Sophia wasn’t in the moment. She wasn’t with him. She was somewhere else. Somewhere he wished he could pull her out of, but he knew the dangers of jerking her psyche like that. It could be fatal. He looked at her face, her beautiful face and his heart hurt at the look of a deer caught in headlights. An ice-cold chill filled the car. Nobody moved.

Red hot fury seeped into him and he fought to reign it in. He knew where she was. He should have killed that fucker when he had a chance. He moved his lips saying the words, but was careful not to make a sound that could have a dangerous result. Neither of them moved and he watched her face as a series of flashbacks consumed her like images in a view replaceer. He held still and blinked rapidly to try to hold onto the tiny tether his body held onto.