Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 55

Hycinth

“Oh!” I sucked in a startled breath as I found myself straddling his lap on the wide seat, my hands pressed flat against his bare chest for support.

Skin against skin.

Tingles ran from my fingertips straight to my core, making me squirm.

He g*****d in appreciation and tightened his hold, one large hand gripping my h*p, the other wrapped around the nape of my neck. Swirling violet and cerulean orbs stared up at me. Deep. Darkening.

Under his intense stare and scrutiny, I felt incredibly alive.

I was entranced, caught in the raw intensity of his gaze. The invisible force that drew us together tugged at my defenses, threatening to break down my walls and demolish my resistance. It was kinetic. Glorious and warm. It flexed, pulling us closer, refusing to be denied. A pulse of truth rippled through our connection -this beautiful male belonged to me. He was mine.

For this moment, I was okay with that. I welcomed it. I embraced it. I didn’t want to think about tomorrow-whether or not I could keep him. Right now, I just wanted to be with him. To touch and be touched. To soak up all of the love and joy the bond had to offer.

“So damn beautiful,” his deep voice was thick and full of conviction. Soft city lights, muted by the vehicle’s tinted glass windows, cast a heavenly glow along the hard planes of his cheek. Wonder and awe radiated in his expression, warming my insides. He made me feel as if I was the only woman in the world. My breath hitched. He wasn’t holding back. His heartfelt sincerity was laid bare, transparent in his heated gaze.

A pleasurable flush rose up my spine, warming my neck and face. Embarrassed by the visible pink on my cheeks, I leaned forward and tucked my head into the crook of his neck.

“Don’t hide from me.” Clever fingers stroked the soft skin on the back of my neck.

I didn’t move. From this position, his scent was overwhelming. I pressed my nose closer and breathed deeply. It was intoxicating. Hickory and vanilla, combined with fine European leather, permeated my senses, bathing me in their addictive allure. He smelled positively delicious. Good enough to eat.

The gears of my mind churned. I’d seen everything he had to offer. The memory of him standing naked before me-willingly subjecting himself to my visual inspection-caused arousal to skitter down my spine. What would his velvety goodness feel like? Taste like. On my tongue? I wanted to know. Provided, of course, I could get my lips around his thick girth. My mouth watered. Images of tasting him caused my pelvic muscles to clench with anticipation and excitement.

Interrupting my internal fantasy, his voice resonated with dominance, “K**s me.”

Not waiting for me to comply, he tightened his grip on my nape and pulled my head away from his chest just enough for his lips to replace mine.

The contact brought an instant explosion of primal savagery.

Hunger

Craving

Desire

A surge of Nature…

Demanding we complete the mating process Leander began with his bite to my neck-intense, violent need in the pit of my stomach. Pleasure ignited my b***d, spreading heat throughout my entire body. Growls percussed from Leander’s chest. He forced my mouth open with his tongue, and plunged inside, delivering his delicious flavor with a tantalizing stroke.

He tastes so good, my Wolf m****d. I agreed. Sweet tequila, virile male and just a hint of me remained from his earlier exploration -decadence worthy of an award. I wrapped one hand around his neck and curled the other through his hair, my nails grazing across his scalp. He shuddered.

His hand traveled down my spine and under his shirt I was wearing until he gripped a butt cheek in each large paw. His fingers held tight, kneading and stroking my flesh, probably leaving more than one mark on my body, but I didn’t care. I reveled in his force. I wanted him to dominate me. I wanted to feel the weight of him. I wanted to experience the ferocious invasion of his c**k as he made me his.

But I wouldn’t make it easy for him.

I couldn’t help testing my strength against his. My Wolf and I didn’t want a weak male. Our Nature demanded only a male more powerful was worthy. I licked into his mouth. My tongue tangled with his, fighting for dominance. My fingers curled tighter into his hair, pulling harshly. My claws came out as my other hand collared his neck, nearly piercing the skin of his vulnerable flesh.

He met my challenge with a deep growl rumbling through his chest.

The ears of my Wolf stood straight up, as did the hair on her back. She understood even more than I did what the internal rumblings of his Wolf meant…and this particular sound put her on high alert. My heartbeat fluttered like a hummingbird’s wings. I had no idea what to expect. Would he wrestle me for control? Try to physically subdue me to shift my position of advantage?

But he didn’t even try to remove my restricting hand from his throat. He didn’t have to. Instead, he firmly rocked my aching core against his e******n. Without removing his mouth from mine, his voice dropped an octave, “Do you feel how f*****g hard you make me?”

The movement and his words were the equivalents of a shot of adrenaline straight to my nervous system. Blazing desire roared through the center of my body, short-circuiting my brain, causing the neurons to misfire. A burst of endorphins made it impossible for me to think.

All thoughts of testing his strength went straight out the window-gone so completely, it was as if they never existed in the first place. Hell, at this point, I was struggling just to remember my own name.

I couldn’t maintain the k**s. My head fell back. My skin tingled. A needy mewl released from my throat, low and long.