Untouched Omega (Alpha Elite Series Book 4), V.T. Bonds [best books to read for success .txt] 📗

“No, Anastasia. I promised you things,” he grunts in my ear, mirth and desire warring within his words.

He pushes his left fingers between my thighs and spreads my legs, hooking my knee to the outside of his and pinning it against the table leg. His right fingers continue their light torment, forcing my body to react to his evil ministrations.

The rasp of his breath on my nape triggers tendrils of desire to pulse down my spine. Once-decaying organs burst into animation, my core throbbing with need and my clit begging for attention.

His left hand slides up my thigh and glides its way to my left breast, circling my extended nipple but never touching it.

While he’s shown me how marvelous desire can be, this type of lust is new to me. It isn’t the all-encompassing blast of heat or the steady warmth of his attention. No, this is foreplay as I never thought it could be.

This is gleeful playing—my lifemate’s spirited way of torturing me.

This is Jumoke’s exuberance for life in flirty teasing—his light to my darkness.

When my gasps turn to wheezing and my stomach hurts from too much laughing, he opens his mouth and fills it with my bitten shoulder.

My eyes roll back in my skull as my core contracts, forcing slick to gush from between my splayed legs.

Pleasure and joy coalesce, tears and arousal seeping from me as his hands lose their teasing gentleness.

Calloused fingers close around my nipple. Lightning sparks through me as his thick digits squeeze, flick, and twist.

He digs his fingernails into my over-sensitized thigh near my knee and drags them up until he finds the crease where my leg meets my torso.

He rubs his palm across my lower abdomen before settling it just above my needy clit.

My lungs ache as I suck in what air I can, my core throbbing in anticipation. His rough finger hovers over my exposed and engorged bundle of nerves, and I try to wiggle away, the cliff upon which I teeter too high to fall from, but he’s pinned me wide open for him.

He doesn’t even need to make contact with my clit.

Instead, he sucks on the raised flesh of my shoulder, running his tongue along the mark he made, which sends me toppling over the cliff.

I plummet, my senses reeling as blood rushes through my veins and my womb contracts. Delicious pleasure steals my senses until his throaty growl rumbles against my back, ripping me from the free-fall of orgasm and dragging me higher into the mountains.

Despite the beautiful release coursing through my organs, he removes his hands from me and lifts me from his lap.

Disoriented, I struggle to find my balance, but his massive body presses against my back and guides me across the room.

“Get in your nest and invite me in,” he demands against my nape, his tongue stroking the erogenous area between his lifemating claims.

Tremors wrack my body as my toes hang over the edge of the recessed bed. Even as completion releases its grip on my insides, the arousal he’s stoked demands more.

All it would take is one thrust of his hips and I’d soar off the cliff into bliss.

I crouch down, the soft nest in front of me calling my name, eager for me, my lifemate, and our tiny child to fill it.

It wants to hold the future, even if only for a little while.

Impatience grows as I crawl into my first nest. My lifemate stands too far away—there’s altogether too much distance between us.

A darkness not connected to the layers of fabric covering my head wavers along my intuition.

I push it aside, just how I do half the blankets covering my nest, and meet my Alpha’s eyes.

“Join me, though you owe me a rutting on the floor.”

I don’t know where the sass rises from, but the levity he’s brought into my life knows no bounds.

And I’m ready for him to take me in every filthy way possible.

He barks out a surprised and delighted laugh, forcing my limbs to twitch with the need to pull him close.

“Damn right I do,” he says as he lowers himself into a crouch.

“First, I’m going to ravish you.”

His huge shoulders steal my attention as they bunch and move while he crawls toward me.

“Then I’m going to knot you.”

His mouth hovers above mine.

“After I soak your nest in my cum, I’ll drag you out by your hair.”

My thighs rub together as I writhe against the sheets, eager for him to touch me in any way he pleases. His burly arm reaches for the top layers and pulls them over us, closing us into our own little world.

“And fuck you with my tongue until you beg for my knot again, right there on the floor where I first took you.”

My core contracts, the heaviness in my abdomen both amazing and worrying. Slick gushes from me, preparing me for his knot, and all thoughts leave my head as his mouth descends on mine.

He makes good on his promise.

Rough palms explore parts of my body I never thought would experience touch, cultivating desire as he teases the inside of my arms, the underside of my breasts, and the delicate flesh behind my knees. Unerring fingernails wreck my senses as he scrapes them along the top of my feet, my inner thighs, and the crease where my legs meet my torso. He worships my hips and licks my stomach.

When he flips me over with the flick of an arm, I gasp in shock at the display of his innate strength. Firm fingers knead and stroke my ass, making my spine arch in search of more.

He gives it, pressing the sharp points of his teeth at the top of one buttock and dragging them down to my sit spot.

As he repeats the process on the other side, he reaches under me and plays in the slick on my inner thigh. The light, teasing pressure forces a wanton moan from my lips. My hips jut backwards, offering him my needy intimates, as I