Page 80 of The Alpha’s Heir

His smirk would be my undoing.

“In case it wasn’t obvious,” he said as his calloused fingers kneaded my breast, causing me to melt. “I’m taking what I want now.”

Gods. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned as he dipped his other hand between my thighs, finding that sweet spot that had me seeing stars.

Wait. Focus.

Stop talking. You’re ruining this.

“You’re my mate.” My eyes flew open, and I forced myself to ignore the sensations.

Roman stopped moving as he studied me. “Is that what this is?”

“No,” I hurried to say. “This is sex. But you and me, it was always meant to be. Wolves have one mate. You’re mine. It’s fated.”

He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “This isn’t a story, Meg. We have… responsibilities.”

Is that what I was to him? A job?

And he is just a good little soldier.

Don’t do this… My wolf whined as I pushed myself off his chest, needing distance to process.

His hands tightened on my hips again, holding me in place. “But if you’re asking me what I want, I’ve wanted this since the first time I laid eyes on you. It scares me to think of what I’d do to make you mine.”

I blamed the wolf for the feral need that came over me as I leaned forward and captured his lips with mine, kissing him like my life depended on it.

The taste of me, mixed with the spicy, masculine taste of him, had me growling into his mouth.

And then I tasted blood.

Oops.

I jerked back.

Roman looked up at me as he touched his lips. Blood stained his fingers when he pulled them away.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, mortified when I felt my fangs poking out.

“Don’t be.” His gaze went to my mouth, and he smiled. “That’s hot.”

Let’s bite him again.

I growled as he flipped me over and he started biting and kissing down the side of my neck.

My fingers couldn’t undo the button on his pants fast enough and I fumbled, arching my back to give him better access as he continued to kiss his way down to my chest.

“Is that what you want?” he whispered against my skin as I freed his cock from the confines of the stupid, human pants and wrapped my hand around it.

My fingers didn’t touch.

I’d thought that was only in books.

I tried again, running up and down the silky length, until I felt the bead glisten at the top between us, and Roman’s soft thrust into my hand.

“Yes,” I growled as I pushed him away, needing to get closer to this cock.

Roman lay on his back, pure adoration in his eyes as I licked the salty tip, and then I got to watch my mate moan in bliss as I wrapped my lips around it.