Ruthless Alpha: Shadowed Heirs book one, page 20
I lick between her folds, the sweet, tangy taste of her arousal dancing on my tongue. She grinds against my face as I lap at her center, practically suffocating me with her greedy pussy- but again, I can think of worse ways to go. Sloane squirms and moans and tugs my hair until she has me exactly where she wants me, my tongue flicking the sensitive nub of her clit, her thighs trembling around my ears.
I tease her entrance with the tip of a finger, her inner walls clenching around me when I sink it inside her. I push it in and out, then add another, stretching her so she’s ready for my cock. She bucks her hips, chasing my fingers, my tongue. And once I suction my lips around her clit, it doesn’t take long for her to reach the brink of climax- I know all the telltale signs that she’s getting close. The staccato of her breathing, the faint little whimpers, the tensing of her muscles.
And I know exactly what she needs to cross the finish line.
I suck harder as I pump my fingers in and out, and she falls over the edge of bliss beautifully, coming undone beneath me. A strained cry leaves her lips as she falls apart on my tongue, pussy gripping my digits as her orgasm rocks through her. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, throbbing with need. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hard in my fucking life- if I don’t get inside her soon, it might actually kill me.
I shove up from the ledge, popping the button on my jeans and shoving them down my hips, nearly tripping in my rush to kick them off my legs. Sloane’s head lolls to the side, her eyes heavy-lidded as she watches my cock spring free, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips.
And yeah, I’d love to shove my dick past those plump lips and fuck her throat, but I’m way too close to the edge to fuck around with foreplay. I want to be buried deep inside her cunt when I come, filling her up and claiming her as my own. Because she always has been. Always will be.
Mine.
This isn’t about feelings or emotions or our uncertain relationship status; it’s a deep-seated primal need, an animalistic urge to assert my dominance and stake my claim. Because like I told Ares once, Sloane will never not be mine. I may not know where we’re supposed to go from here, but I know that for certain.
And from the way she’s looking at me, she does, too.
I step up to the ledge again, grabbing onto Sloane’s legs and shifting her sideways until her ass is almost dangling over the edge, tossing her feet over my shoulders. Then I wrap a hand around my painfully hard cock, dragging the head of it through her slick folds until she’s whimpering for more, rolling her hips as I position the tip at her entrance.
A low groan leaves me as I punch my hips forward to slide home, her inner walls stretching around my girth and choking my dick. I grit my teeth against the urge to blow my load right then and there, my fingers digging bruises into her calves as I hold them against my chest, bottoming out.
“Fuck,” I growl, pausing for a moment when I’m buried to the hilt, my pelvis pressed tightly against hers. “This fucking pussy…” I pull out halfway, then thrust in deep again, babbling my thoughts aloud through gritted teeth. “Goddamn, girl. It’s too fucking good.”
Sloane moans as she arches her back, grabbing onto her tits and squeezing them as I start pounding into her. All the while, I’m watching her with rapt attention, completely in awe of how fucking stunning she is.
Me. She chose me.
All those years ago, and again, right now. Any guy would give their left nut to be in my position between her gorgeous thighs, but I’m the lucky sonofabitch that gets to have her. My duchess. My fucking queen.
My luna, my wolf whispers somewhere in the back of my mind, and that only has me hammering into her harder as she screams out in ecstasy.
I spread her legs wider, lowering them to either side of my hips as I lean down over her, wrapping an arm around her back. As if her body is completely attuned to mine, she immediately loops her arms around my neck and I press a kiss to her lips as I lift her up, holding her against me and impaling her on my cock.
This is decidedly the best part of the size difference between us. Sloane’s so fucking small that I can throw her around, maneuvering her effortlessly. She clings to me as I grasp her hips, guiding her over my cock to meet every hard snap of my own.
She licks against my lips, forcing her tongue past them and stealing another filthy hot kiss as I fuck her standing up. Then I twist around, lowering us both until my ass meets the ledge and settling her over my lap so she can ride me. Her knees slide down to rest on the concrete at either side of my hips and she leans back, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she grinds down over my cock, chasing her own pleasure while ratcheting mine up to new heights.
If you’d told me this morning that I’d be up here on this rooftop, buried in Sloane’s cunt this afternoon, I would’ve laughed in your face. But now I realize how inevitable this was, even without the soul-crushing realization that someone purposefully kept us apart. Sloane and I are like two magnets, destined to collide. The harder we fight it, the harder we come crashing together.
I yank Sloane’s body into my chest, capturing her lips with my own as she rides me, thrusting my hips up to meet every drop of hers. Tilting my head to deepen our kiss, I swallow her moans- then I wrap an arm around her waist, twisting to lay her down on the ledge again, one of my legs still planted on the ground and the other knee pressed to the concrete.
Drawing one of her thighs up between us, I lean over her lithe body, licking a path between her breasts and up the column of her throat. I pepper kisses along her jaw, working my way up to her temple, pressing my lips to her scar. It may be a painful reminder of the past, but it’s part of our story, part of us. Following the jagged path of it, I kiss my way along the ridge of her scar all the way up to her forehead, burying my cock deep inside her and circling my hips.
Her fingernails score my biceps as a keening cry leaves her lips, the friction of my pelvis against her clit nudging her closer to climax. “You gonna come all over my cock, Dutch?” I pant, pressing my forehead to hers and staring into her eyes as I drive my cock inside her harder.
“Yes,” she gasps, digging her fingernails into my skin. “Fuck, I’m close.”
Shit, me too. My muscles clench, balls drawing up as I pound into her perfect fucking pussy, losing myself in the bliss of being inside her.
“Give it to me,” I rasp, grinding harder against her clit. “Come for me, babe. Right now. Fuck…” My words trail off on a guttural groan as her inner walls spasm around my shaft, shoving me right over the edge of my own climax. We both come hard, shuddering and moaning and grasping onto one another for dear life as we ride it out.
We’re both breathless when we come back down. I pull out and roll off her body, falling limply onto the concrete beside her, completely fucking spent.
“Damn, Duke,” Sloane rasps, still trying to catch her breath. She turns her head to gaze at me, a sated smile creasing her lips.
I can’t help but return it, stretching my arm up and curling it beneath my head as my chest rises and falls rapidly with my breathing. “Better than it ever was,” I murmur, my chest aching with that admission.
It feels strange, to suddenly be open with her like this after building walls around my heart to keep her out for so long, but everything’s different now.
My stomach sinks like a stone at that thought. Because if I’m being honest, I have no idea where to go from here.
26
Dread settles in my gut as Madd pulls his Jeep into the driveway of the Riverton packhouse, shifting the gear into park and cutting the engine. The two of us barely exchanged a word the whole drive over, each lost in our own thoughts while the air inside the vehicle grew increasingly thick with tension. At this point, it’s practically suffocating, but there’s no turning back now that we’re here.
My dad has to be responsible for blocking our communication with one another. It’s the only logical explanation I can think of- he sent me to Denver because he thought it’d prevent me from continuing to get into trouble, and when we were teenagers, Madd Kessler was the definition of trouble. Given his role in the accident and how my dad blamed him for my getting hurt, it tracks that he’d take things a step further and make sure I’d remain cut off from Madd once I got to Denver.
It breaks my heart to think my dad would do that to me, but it doesn’t make sense for it to be anyone else. And on the heels of the two of us patching things up earlier today, the realization that he’s the most likely culprit behind the cruel block in communication stings even more.
I feel the heavy weight of Madd’s gaze on the side of my face, but all I can do is stare out the window numbly at the house I grew up in, both anxious and terrified to get out of his Jeep and go inside.
I’ve never been a big fan of confrontation. I’m more of a smile-and-pretend-that-everything’s-fine type of girl than one to rush in, guns-a-blazing. Case in point: the man sitting next to me. How many times should I have gone running in the other direction when he came at me with some cold-hearted bullshit about how I wasn’t welcome back here? But instead of running, I kept wandering back into the wolf’s den, clinging to the memories of how we used to be and the hope that somehow, some way, we’d get back there.
There’s so much more we could’ve been. We missed out on eight years of our lives together- and sure, maybe things wouldn’t have worked out between me and Madd in the end, but that was our choice to make, not anybody else’s. Nobody had the right to sabotage our relationship by cutting off our contact.
It’s with that thought that I finally tear my gaze from the house, reaching down to unbuckle my seatbelt and swinging my head sideways to look at Madd. “Maybe I should go in there and talk to him first,” I suggest.
He shakes his head with a frown. “I don’t think so.”
“Madd…”
“No, Sloane!” he snaps, banging the heels of his hands against the steering wheel.
I flinch, startled by his outburst, and he quickly reins it in, drawing a deep breath and composing himself.
“You weren’t the only one affected by this,” he mutters, his voice much calmer. “We’re going in there together.”
I heave a resigned sigh, knowing there’s no use in trying to talk him out of it. When Madd sets his mind on something, it’s happening, whether you like it or not.
“Fine,” I grit out, stabbing my fingers into my hair and combing them through my unkempt curls. They’re even more wild than usual after that spontaneous rooftop fuck sesh- the memory of which will live in my head rent free for a long time. “But use your words, not your fists, huh?”
“No promises,” he mumbles.
“Madd.”
He blows out a slow breath, flopping his head back against the headrest and scrubbing his hands over his face. “Alright, fine. I’ll try to keep my cool.”
Satisfied with that, I nod, reaching for the door handle. I pause before pulling it open, eyes flickering back over to him. “Just… let me do the talking,” I say. “At least at first.”
Madd arches a brow, giving me a hard look. He’s never been great at standing back and holding his tongue. He’s decidedly the go-in-guns-a-blazing type.
“Hey, you’ve got a lot of making up to do for the way you’ve treated me,” I remind him with a stern stare of my own.
He gestures wildly toward the packhouse, eyes flying wide. “Because of him!”
“We don’t know that yet.”
Except I do. I feel it in my bones that the person responsible for this mess is inside that house, and the anxiety of going in there and facing him down has my stomach in knots.
Madd scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief as I push open the car door.
I pause before stepping out, looking back at him. “I just need you to do this for me, okay? Things between my dad and me are complicated enough already. You can come in, but let me handle this my way.”
He grinds his molars, jaw ticking. “Okay,” he concedes, though he doesn’t look too pleased about it. I hop down from the Jeep as Madd throws open his own door, nudging mine closed with a hip and starting up the front walk.
Behind me, Madd quickly circles around the Jeep, eating up the distance between us in a few long strides until he catches up. Then we walk up to the front door side by side, my nerves mounting with each step closer. I take a deep breath as I reach for the knob, shoring up my confidence before twisting it and pushing the door open, exhaling as I step over the threshold.
My parents are in the kitchen making dinner together, and my mom swings her gaze toward the front door when I walk in, her face lighting up when she sees me.
“Sloane!” she chirps, her excited greeting catching my dad’s attention. He turns to cast a glance over his shoulder toward me as he stirs something on the stove.
“And Madd,” Mom adds brightly, offering him a warm smile. “You two are just in time for dinner, we’re making tacos.”
I meet my dad’s eyes, narrowing my own on him as I hold up my phone. “I know what you did.”
He arches a brow, giving the taco meat a final stir and removing the pan from the burner. He sets the spatula down beside it, turning around to face me. “What’d I do?” he asks calmly as he wipes his hands off on a kitchen towel.
Mom’s brows furrow as she looks between the two of us, seemingly perplexed.
I blow out a breath, moving closer with Madd right on my heels. “I know what you did to my phone,” I say, tossing it down on the kitchen island with a loud thump. My gaze slides to Madd beside me, then back to my father as I fold my arms over my chest indignantly. “Our phones.”
Dad glances down at my phone and shakes his head, a little crease forming between his brows as they draw together. “I didn’t…”
“You can cut the crap, I already know!” I rush out, completely losing my cool. Because it’s bad enough for him to have done this, but now feigning ignorance just adds insult to injury.
Dad clenches his jaw tightly, the golden shimmers of his wolf appearing in his irises as he pins me with a harsh stare. “Sloane, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he replies calmly. “So before you come in here and disrespect me, I’m going to need you to be a little more clear on exactly what it is you think I’ve done to your phone.”
I throw up my hands in exasperation. “You did something to block us from contacting each other!”
My mom whips around to stare at him, mouth agape.
“Whoa, whoa, slow down,” Dad says with a shake of his head, showing me his palms. “I did no such thing. I wouldn’t even know how to do something like that.”
He’s putting on a convincing act, I’ll give him that. But I know it was him. Who else?
“I don’t believe you,” I mutter, glaring daggers at my dad. “I don’t even know why I’m surprised. I mean you sent me to Denver to keep me away from Madd, right? Makes sense that you’d take things one step further and block me from talking to him after I got there.”
Dad narrows his eyes on me, remaining calm, though I can tell he’s on the verge of losing his cool. “I sent you to Denver to keep you safe. I don’t know where you’re getting your information from, but you’re wrong.”
“Seriously?” Madd spits, shouldering past me and advancing a step toward my dad. “You won’t even admit it?”
He’s practically vibrating with anger, and honestly, I’m surprised he’s been able to rein himself in this long. I match his step forward, sticking out an arm in front of his chest to hold him back- though if he really wanted to push past me, I wouldn’t be able to stop him. It’s more of a symbolic gesture; one he respects by remaining planted in place.
“Careful, son,” Dad warns, shifting his gaze to Madd. “Our packs don’t need a rift in the alliance.”
“I’m not your son, and I don’t give a shit about the alliance!” Madd fires back. “Not if this is what we do to each other. You think I’ll ever be able to trust you after this, work with you?”
My stomach sinks. I hadn’t even thought about the political implications of this revelation- of what it’d mean for the six-pack if two of the alphas are at each other’s throats. I glance over toward my mom, and from the apprehension in her expression as she watches Madd and my dad snarling at one another, I know she’s thinking the same thing.
“Just admit you messed with our phones!” I blurt, taking another step toward my father and trying to head off the argument escalating between the two of them.
“I didn’t!” he snaps back.
“I did,” a voice from behind me says.
I whip around at the sound of it to see my brother Tristan standing at the base of the stairs, gripping the banister.
The room falls so silent as we all gape at him that you could hear a pin drop.
“What?” I whisper, my mouth hanging open in shock, my mind struggling to grapple with his admission. “Why?”
Tris pushes off from the banister, scrubbing a hand over his face as he steps toward us. “I didn’t do it to hurt you,” he says, meeting my eyes. His own are rounded in sincerity, agony lurking in their depths. “After the accident, I overheard Mom telling Dad about a vision she had where you got shot. She said Madd was there, and I just thought… I thought if you didn’t talk to Madd anymore, then it couldn’t happen.”
A memory floods back to me, my blood turning to ice in my veins. Earlier today, when Tristan rushed into the infirmary to give me his blood, he said something. I didn’t understand what he meant at the time, but he said, ‘this wasn’t supposed to happen.’
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Madd spits, rushing toward Tristan furiously. “You watched me lose it after she left!” he shouts, shoving at my brother’s chest. “You just sat by, knowing why she wasn’t answering me…”
“I’m sorry, man!” Tris yells as he stumbles back. “I was just trying to protect her!”
Tristan barely gets the words out before Madd lands a sharp punch to his jaw, barreling into him and taking him to the ground.
I spring forward to intervene, but an arm comes around my waist, holding me back.
