Alpha Queen: First of Her Name

Chapter Seventeen

She slides a hand up my smooth calve. "Take off your dress, Hope." I hurry to follow her command, but instantly still when the see-through dress is inches away from revealing my heated and wet pussy to her prying gaze. "What's wrong?" Mac caresses my cheek with her thumb. "Hope?"

"No one has ever seen me naked before." I look down, and for a moment the fog clears.

A throaty groan leaves Mac and she falls forward on top of me. "You have no idea what you do to me."

Her hands grip my hips, the touch is bruising yet it shoots sparks of pleasure up my spine. Caged on either side by her sturdy body, I quiver with need. Hands roam up her strong forearms, muscles line her arms and back. I blink. When did Mac take off her cloak and outer armor? That thought fades away to nothing when Mac presses her hungry lips to mine. Tingles dance across my skin and I moan wantonly when Mac swipes her tongue over my bottom lip.

Our first kiss. It's everything I imagined and more. Like liquid happiness being poured into my veins from such a brief contact. My mind whirls from the mind-numbing pleasure I feel from finally being in my mate's arms. Our tongues twirl against each other. Mac twines her hand through my hair and tugs harshly, nipping my bottom lip. We both moan at the coppery taste of blood that swirls between our mouths. Mac slides her hand down from my waist to my hip and back in a soothing manner. The kiss is possessive. I succumb to submission and let Mac control the kiss. We each explore one another but it's not enough.

The teasing touches and passionate kisses only fuel the fire of my heat. I hike my leg up and wrap it around Mac's lower back. With surprising strength, I force our middles together. "Fuck!" I cry out desperately while grinding up into the hardness of Mac's thigh. My hips move sporadically, trying to chase that heavenly friction. "Move, Mac please move!"

She growls rabidly, a small circle of silver the only color in the sea of the blackness of Mac's eyes. Her nails lengthen into sharp black claws. They rip at the thin fabric of my dress. The tattered shreds fly into the air and descend back down like fallen leaves. The razor-sharp claws rake against my flushed skin, gripping my hips and lifting. Mac grinds her thigh against my pussy, drawing a whimper from my red kiss-swollen lips.

"How bad do you want it?" Mac peppers open-mouthed kisses along my jaw before sucking a bruise on my neck. She continues this process of sucking and then biting while I thrust up against her muscular thigh. "How much are you willing to take?" Suddenly she stops the sweet rhythmical grind we had going by slamming my hips back into the bed. I whine and make a move to grab Mac. "Omega, stop." Immediately, I submit and my arms drop to my sides. She smirks, hand coming up to cup my bare breast.

"Hope, do you think you can be a good girl for me?" She tweaks my hard nipple between her pointer finger and thumb. A jolt rolls through me and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. My head nods furiously in answer. "Use your words." She places a kiss on my head.

"Yes, I'll be good." It's a whine as frustrated tears leak from the corners of my eyes.

"Perfect." Mac rewards me with a chaste kiss on my lips. I chase after her when she ends it too soon for my liking. "Let me take care of you beautiful, I have you."

I watch through the lustful haze as Mac trails her hand down my body. From the slope of my waist down the curve of my hip. She digs her fingers into the tender flesh before leaning down and brutally taking my lips again. Her other hand cups my breast, flicking the hard nipple with a smirk. Mac sucks my tongue, Alpha pheromones permeating the air thickly. I gasp, thrusting my chest up and into her squeezing hand. "You'll enjoy this, sweet girl." My train of thought comes to a screeching halt when warm, wet heat, envelopes my pert nipple.