Getting away with the Alpha's Pup

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Cherry

"f**k," I swore.

Dylan let out a deep laugh, and my eyes darted up to him. He stared down at me. "I haven't heard you swear before."

With the way he blinked at me, you'd have thought I'd grown a second head. I reminded myself that he was drunk. He probably was seeing two of me.

I sighed, "Well, now you have." Irritation needled through me as the cold night stung my bare arms, neck, and back. Even Dylan's body heat as he leaned on me couldn't chase the cold away. "I forgot my keys. Do you have yours?"

He nodded, his dark gaze still holding me. He patted his left trouser pocket, and a welcome jangle met my ear. He tried to slip his left hand into his pocket but missed. I chuckled.

I felt his arm stiffen around me, but his shadowy stare blazed with unexpected intensity.

"You've never laughed at me before, either." His gaze tracked over my face as if he was seeing me properly for the first time. To have his attention pinned on me almost robbed me of my breath, but the decision I'd made to leave and chase my dreams helped me keep my cool.

Anger tinged my voice, "Well, you deserve it. You could've ruined your dad's birthday getting into this state." I reached around awkwardly, freeing the keys from his pocket.

When I pushed the door open, his voice sounded much more strongly and significantly. "You're right, Cherry. Thank you for looking after me, and thank you for getting us home."

It was my turn to look up at him with surprise. I didn't think he'd ever said thank you so sincerely. And those words "us" and "home" seemed to beat with meaning when uttered in his deep, possessive tone.

Dylan's brown gaze seared into me. Then as the wall of the house was suddenly behind me and Dylan's huge body pressed against mine, I felt as if I'd stumbled into one of my fantasies. His lips devoured mine, plundering my mouth and stealing my breath away. I was powerless to stop him. Besides... I didn't want to. I felt my wolf's hunger rising in me and merging with my own blinding need. Need for him.

My whole world was reduced to Dylan's tongue, pushing its way into my mouth, probing and exploring. My tongue tangled with his, and ripples of pleasure flooded me. His kisses were demanding, and my lips soon felt swollen, but I didn't want him to stop.

As his teeth bit my lip, molten heat moved through my core—a wet ache built between my legs. A moan escaped me, and Dylan pulled back. His burning stare swept my face, and whatever he saw there turned his expression even more carnal.

"Mine," he growled. His hands were everywhere, making good on his word: every searing touch like a brand. His hand fisted in my hair, the other trailed down my back, and then they were both on my hips, massaging my skin through the sheer silk of my dress. His mouth continued to punish my lips. He pulled me flush against him, the feel of his arousal straining against his trousers, hard against my stomach.

As he lifted me, my legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist. He pushed the front door open and carried us inside. I wiggled my heels off, using my feet. Dylan carried me straight into my bedroom. Our bedroom, I thought.

Finally.

The curtains were undrawn, but I didn't care. I only had eyes for my mate. Besides, with the sliver of moonlight, I could bask in the sight of him. Laying me down on the bed, Dylan's eyes never left me as if he were feasting on me as much as I was his. The idea stirred the ache between my legs. I needed him. I'd needed him for a long time.

My mate.

Dylan's impatience was evident as he stripped his suit jacket and shirt off. My cheeks flushed as I admired the sculpted muscle of his chest, all the way down to where it disappeared below his waistline. The sound of him undoing his belt buckle sent a delicious thrill through me, and my toes curled.

As Dylan rid himself of his trousers and boxers, his erection sprang free. I swallowed thickly, half nervous, half excited. As my mate came to me, he shoved the silk dress up around my waist, pulled down my lace knickers, then stroked the bundle of nerves between my legs. I gasped as the wetness of my arousal slicked his fingers. Heat rose in me, and I whimpered with pleasure. I arched into his touch as he continued to caress my clit.

But it wasn't enough. I wanted more. I wanted all of him. The feeling in me built and built. I was close to coming apart, but I wanted him completely. Leaning down, I grasped his arousal. Pumping his c**k, I drank in the groan he awarded me. But I couldn't wait any longer.

"Dylan," I gasped. "I need you."

His fingers fell away, and I felt the head of his arousal press against my entrance. Its firm pressure was delicious. I opened to him completely. Gently, he drove into me, stretching me wider and wider. I felt a shudder of pain, but pressing my legs against his ass, I encouraged him further in. The discomfort was soon gone, and only his fullness was left. It was all I could think about. As he moved, I bucked against him, and it was the most exquisite pleasure I'd ever experienced.

His breath was on my throat, his tongue trailing kisses down to the neckline of my dress. He dragged the silk up and over my head, stripping me of my bra too. Then his attention was on my breasts, kneading and nuzzling them.

As he thrust into me and suckled, I spiraled over the edge. "Dylan," I panted. I'd lost track of the number of times I'd come apart when he found his own release, letting out a groan and spilling hot inside me.

When I blinked my eyes open, it took me a moment to convince myself I wasn't dreaming, but the sexy, sleeping man beside me was blissfully real. I remembered just how real his arms, chest, lips, and c**k had felt. The temptation to run my hands over any or all of those parts had me smiling as I watched Dylan sleep in the morning light.

It did all feel like a dream. Especially as I remembered how awful the earlier part of yesterday had been: Our Alpha's party, the announcement about mine and Dylan's Moon Ceremony, and then Dylan's pushing me away at the party. But none of that could dampen my happiness as my heart skipped as I stared at my mate. My body felt full and sated in a way it never had before. Heady anticipation shuddered through me as I wondered whether Dylan would be up for round two when he woke up.

As if he'd heard my wicked thoughts, his eyes fluttered open. "Cherry?"