Semua Bab Alpha Team - The First To Fall: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Rose’s POV“Is that what you want baby girl? You want me to tie you to my bed so you can’t escape even when you think you can’t possibly take any more?” he takes slow steps towards the head of the bed, making promises I have only ever dreamed of.My mouth has completely dried up, and the lack of air in my lungs makes it impossible to answer with words, so I nod enthusiastically, my complete lack of experience showing.“What my baby girl wants, she gets.” He kneels one knee next to my head and takes both of my wrists in one of his hands. If he came just in inch or two closer, I’d be able to taste the skin just above his jeans. My once dry mouth now waters at the thought.“Comfortable?” he asks after making quick work of securing my hands. I lick my dry lips, and nod, not trusting myself to make coherent sounds.“Since you chose to move, I think I’ll take the scenic route back to where I was. After all, there are so many delights to be enjoyed along the way.” he grins devilishly, as I cl

Roses POVNeither of us have said those three words. Somehow, they just don’t seem like enough, like saying them wouldn’t measure up to what I actually feel for this man. My man. My mate.Is there a word for what I feel? I can’t think of one, but I am riding an orgasm high and barrelling towards the edge again, so…“You feel so good… oh fuck baby… I’m not going to last…” Phoenix grunts in my ear as he grinds into me in slow, deliberate strokes. His wide hips hold my legs open as he rocks deeper, stretching me to my limits, the head of his cock rubs over my g-spot then hits my cervix, making the dull throb deep inside me, grow and pulse. His steady rhythm falters. He buries his head in the crook of my neck and his hand at the back of my head moves me to the same place on him, the spot where I marked him. The need to taste him there is sudden and strong, and without thinking I suck and lick the little raised scars where my teeth pierced his skin, and he does the same to me. Our actions

Rose’s POVPhoenix was right, that nap was very needed, and I wake up refreshed but ravenous. Dinner was delicious, I never realised these guys were such amazing cooks, but I suppose they had to learn, especially with the way the twins seem to plough through food. Heaven knows where they put it all, there isn’t a spare inch of fat between them, just muscles on muscles.Jackson seems to be in charge in the kitchen, and when Phoenix and I walked into the circular living space, he was pulling two giant lasagnes out of the beautiful black range. This kitchen, actually the entire space, is definitely not what I expected. The dark academia, gothic look, makes the place feel old and maybe a little creepy, but also cosy. The candles, floor to ceiling bookcases and abundance of blankets and cushions on the sofas look so inviting and I can’t wait to curl up in front of the open fire with a book. Hopefully there will be something I like amongst the hundreds of titles that line the walls. It ma

Rose’s POVOf all the things I could be feeling right now, numb didn’t even make top ten on the list. I have a wolf, my wolf. I am a werewolf and have been all my life. ‘Gwynn hid me for your own safety Rose. She did the same for your father, and your grand father before him. She is the one who hid most of Sacred Moon pack, and is the only reason the Alpha and Beta bloodlines have been preserved for so long.’ The voice inside my head is loud and clear, nothing like the echo it was.‘Are you my wolf or am I going crazy?’ it’s a serious question even though I laugh as I ask it.‘Yes Rose, I am your wolf. My name is Willow. I have been waiting ever such a long time to meet you. I wish I could have been there for you when Gwynn returned to her goddess, and when that monster had you. I would have given anything to be the one to tell you it’s all real, but I could only watch until you were safe.’ Willow’s voice is calm and soothing. She is far more understanding than I would be if I had b

Rose’s POVWillow watches through my eyes as I try not to show how pissed I am that I was a hairs breath away from coming when he suddenly stopped. Not only did he stop, he did what he always does, and got me to tell him in graphic detail what I want.I’m starting to think he gets off on control. No, that’s a lie. I know he gets off on control. He needs it. When he tells me how to lay, even in the most exposed and embarrassing positions, I don’t mind. When he whispers every detail of what he wants to do, my pussy loves that. When he makes me beg to be allowed to come, it’s so, so worth it. But saying those words myself, I don’t know, it just doesn’t feel like me.It feels naughty, dirty even, and the words are foreign on my tongue, but after I say them... he makes me forget about all the awkwardness. He has never made me ask for anything I don’t want. Maybe that’s what I find it so unnerving. He knows what I want better than I do. He can read me on a level I didn’t know was possible.