Find Me Alastar(32)

I don’t answer.

“You don’t sleep with anyone else. Do you f*cking hear me?”

I frown. “Wait. What?”

He shakes his head angrily. “I said… you do not sleep with anyone, especially not that idiot.” He’s near yelling.

I snatch my arm from his grip.

“Why do you touch me like that?” I yell.

“Like what?”

“Like you own me.”

“That’s because I do, you just don’t know it yet.”

Huh?

“Where were you last night?” he barks.

“What?”

“Why didn’t you text me last night?”

I screw up my face. What the hell?

“Were you with him?”

My face falls. Am I in the twilight zone? “No, I was not with him.”

I glare at Alastar as the electricity tingles between us. He’s angry, infuriating, and goddamn it if he isn’t the sexiest thing I have ever seen.

“I-I was waiting for you to call me,” I stammer. “But, of course, you didn’t.”

He stands close to me, only inches from my face as he sucks in air to try and calm himself down.

He’s jealous. Oh my God, he’s jealous. Exhilaration fills me.

His dark eyes hold mine before they slip down, scanning my body and then resting on my breasts. I can feel his arousal; the need coming from his body is blanket thick.

“I just need one night,” he whispers almost to himself

His dark eyes drop to my lips.

“Then take it,” I whisper.





Chapter 7





My eyes search his as he glares at me. He’s furious that I just said that, but why?

Unable to control himself, he grabs my hand and aggressively places it over his crotch.

“This cock has been hard and weeping for you since you kissed me two weeks ago.” He growls. “It’s painful and the bastard won’t go down. I want to know what you plan on doing about it…”

Instincts take over my thought process and I squeeze the hard bulge beneath my hand.

Feels so good.

I pull my hand away and slide it inside his jeans, underneath his jocks.

“You want me to feel it, then let me really feel it… and, actually, it was you who kissed me first. Not the other way around.” I whisper as I squeeze the hard shaft that’s wet with pre-ejaculate.

Holy f*cking f*ck.

I feel my insides start to liquefy; he’s rock hard, hot and hung—the most perfect thing I have ever felt in my life.

Then he is on me, his large bee stung lips covering mine, as his hand pushes into the back of my hair, his tongue pushing through my mouth while my hand remains down his pants. He lunges forward as his body pumps his dick into my hand and it’s all I can do not to drop to my knees and suck him dry.

This is insane. What am I doing?

He kisses me again and his tongue brings me to a halt. I feel a rush of cream as my arousal hits new heights. With one of his hands holding my head to his, his hips lunge forward and my hand slides down the thick shaft through the pre-ejaculate lubricant.

He closes his eyes in appreciation and hisses in approval.

“My house,” he breathes as he lurches forward. His mouth ravages my neck and he pushes me back to lie across the bench.

I swear to God, I’m going to come. I’ve never seen a man so aroused and it’s pushing me over the edge.

“Harder.” He growls into my mouth and I pick up the pace. My hand is really stroking him fast. His body quivers and his eyes roll back in his head.

As he lies over me with his mouth open in pleasure, my legs open by themselves, I want him inside me. I need him inside me now.

The door opens.

What?

We both look around in horror to see the blonde receptionist from my office.

My world stops.

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, shocked to her core.

“Get the f*ck out!” Alastar growls over his shoulder.

I pant as I glance down at us. Oh my God! What does this look like? I am sprawled across the bench with my legs open and my hand is down Alastar’s undone jeans as I jerk him off while he lies across me.

Holy f*cking f*ck alright.

The door quietly shuts. Alastar stands abruptly and zips up his jeans and I sit up horrified.

“Oh my God,” I whisper. “Oh… God.” I put my head in my hands in dismay.

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry.” He scrubs his hand down his face in disgust. “That escalated a lot quicker than I intended it to.”

I pant as I pull down my skirt, mortified at my whoreish behavior. “You think?” I whisper.

His eyes fall back to mine and he bends to kiss me tenderly. “You’re coming home with me.”

My eyes hold his and a myriad of emotions swirl in my brain. I lick my lips. Just the thought of a night with this god brings me to my knees.

I nod, unable to bring myself to decline a night like the one I know he will give me.

He looks down at the bulge in his jeans and he puffs air into his cheeks as he thinks. His breathing is still erratic and his hands are on his hips.

I put my hand over my mouth and burst out laughing.

He smirks. “You think this is funny?”