Page 3 of Desire Him

All too soon, and right when Val’s heart feels like it may explode for beating too fast, Wayne pulls away and rests his forehead against hers. “Want to get out of here?”

Val grins and nods. She’d go anywhere with him and do anything he asked of her.

He grabs her hand, picks up his cup, and leads her away from the party. They throw their cups into the nearby trashcan and pick up their pace. She giggles as he pulls her down the path that will lead to the beta’s house. When he reaches the door, he looks over his shoulder and grins at her while he pushes it open.

The softly glowing lights of his cabin home gleam at them as they rush inside. Val has been in here many times, every day, in fact, to bring him meals and to clean his house. She knows this home like the back of her hand, but tonight . . . Tonight, if feels different.

The house opens up into the living room, a fire already lit. It’s an open floor plan, so right off the living room is the kitchen with white granite countertops. It’s not as grand as the alpha’s house, but it’s grand enough.

To their immediate right is the hallway which leads to the bedroom.

Wayne lets go of her hand and turns to face her. He quickly unzips his coat and then reaches for hers. The coat is off of her in a matter of seconds, and he tosses both their coats onto the leather couch.

Anticipation stirs in her gut. Fear too, if she’s being honest. He’s looking at her like he’s going to devour her, but what if she’s not good enough for him? What if she sucks in bed and doesn’t live up to the other women he’s brought home?

She shoves the thought aside. She won’t ruin this for herself.

At the same time, they kick off their shoes and then shuck their shirts. He growls as he wraps his hands around her curvy waist and pushes her back against the door. His lips crush back on hers, and she responds immediately. Her hands roam along his back, her nails scraping along hard muscles.

He cups her bra, squeezing her breast through the cloth, and she moans into his mouth.

Reaching around, he unclasps the bra, and she lets it fall between them to the floor. She giggles under her breath as he lifts her up, and she wraps her legs around his waist. The fact that he can carry her . . . She’s not a small girl. She’s not dainty. She’s not lightweight. She’s curvy. And yet, he can lift her like she weighs nothing at all. It makes her feel powerful. It makes her feel wanted. It makes this whole situation feel right.

They continue to kiss as he carries her down the hallway and to the first bedroom on the right, the master bedroom. He doesn’t bother flicking on the lights once they’re inside. He just keeps walking straight to the bed. And once they reach it, he lays her down, her rump at the edge.

He breaks the kiss and peers down at her as he unbuttons his pants. And she doesn’t know why she says it, perhaps it’s the heat of the moment, but she confesses, “I love you, Wayne.”

There. She said it. It’s out in the open now, and she feels relieved.

He grins and slides his pants down. He says nothing as he reaches down, unbuttons her jeans, and shimmies them over her rump and down her legs. Once they’re off her feet, he brings her calf up to his lips and trails kisses all the way up, past the knees, past her thick thighs, and finally to the top of her sex. Her breaths come heavy, and if he wasn’t between her thighs, she would have clenched them to ease the throb that’s begun between them. The sight of him between her legs . . . she’s dreamed about this moment every time she’s broken out her vibrator.

Gently, he bites the top of her mound. She hisses to the pain, to the pleasure, to the promise. This isn’t how she thought tonight would go, but she’s not complaining. She confessed her feelings. They’re out in the open. And he’s accepted them. Right?

Wayne moves up, climbing further up her body, trailing kisses along the way. He reaches her breasts, and he kisses the nipple of each before moving on. She wants him to do more, to put his lips around them and suck and flick and tease, but she doesn’t protest, just grateful to have this moment with him.

When he’s hovering over her, he takes one of her knees and hooks it over his hip. His lips find hers again, and they deepen the kiss, tongues tangling. He tastes divine, everything she thought he’d taste like. It’s like fresh peaches on a cool summer day.

When he rubs his cock against her sex, she moans into his mouth. He rocks again and again, and she arches into him, her breasts pressing into his chest. When she’s groaning, he positions himself at her entrance. He says nothing as he starts to slide inside. She pauses the kiss, sucking in a breath as he stretches her.

Fully sheathed, he stops to let her adjust. “Ready?” he asks.

She nods, and slowly, he pulls out. Slowly, he pushes back in. She whimpers as he rubs just the right spot, and she tightens her leg around his hip. He continues this for what feels like hours, minutes, seconds, until his rhythm begins to pick up the pace. She lifts herself to meet him stride for stride, but when he’s slamming into her, all she can do is hold on. She grips his forearms and feels the muscles ripple against her fingers.

Heat begins to settle in her lower stomach, building to her climax. Of their own accord, her canines slip out. She wants this. She wants to be his mate. She looks up into his eyes, into his face, and . . . his canines haven’t emerged. His expression is hooded, heated, but not . . .

Her body betrays her hurt, and she cums around him. He groans as he stops inside her, finding his own climax. And when he’s finished, he collapses beside her.

Her canines slip back inside as she stares at the ceiling. Maybe it was too soon for the mating to happen. After all, he hadn’t declared anything to her. Maybe he isn’t ready.

His arm snakes around her waist, and he pulls her close. “That was amazing,” he whispers against her shoulder.

“Yeah,” she whispers back. And it was. He had hit all the right spots. But . . .

She begins to ask him about the mating, but when she opens her mouth to do so, a soft snore comes from Wayne. She sighs deeply. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she’ll talk to him about it. Tonight, she’ll enjoy being in his arms.

She snuggles in deeper and closes her eyes.