Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(41)

He cups my face with his hands, and again, I want more. I need more. “Take off those gloves,” I say. “Take them off so I can feel your touch.”

“Shhh,” he says, kissing me again and stealing my plea. “We need more time, Molly. We need more time, and more of this.” He kisses me again and then positions his body over mine, just the way I wanted. Both forearms resting on either side of my head, propping himself up just enough to make me want to beg him to let go. Smother me with the weight of his body.

His tongue slips inside my mouth and we play with each other like that. Twisting and turning. My thoughts are a jumble of nothingness. His legs part and his knees come up next to my ribs so he’s straddling me, pressing his hard cock into my *.

“More,” I say. “More is the only thing that will make it right.”

“Take off your shirt,” he says, sitting up.

The pressure of him against my clit makes me moan.

“Now,” he says. “You got a little taste of me last night, but I never got anything from you. And I want it, Molly. I want you naked. I want your legs spread wide. I want your hands above your head. I want you to surrender to me, and I want you to do it now.”

I lean up and grab the back of my shirt, pulling it over my head. Lincoln takes it from me and tosses it across the room. He doesn’t ask me to take off my bra, his hands just slip behind me and unclasp the hooks, and then he drags it down my arms and sends it flying.

Then he’s pushing me against the bed, his mouth on my nipple, his gloved hands squeezing. I arch my back and grab his unruly hair and thread my fingertips upward, pressing against his scalp. And then I pull him towards me. I give in. I need him. All those years I knew there was something missing inside me. I knew it was bad, and good, and evil, and dangerous. But I always knew it was real. I always knew it was missing.

“I found you, Alpha,” I say. “And I’m never leaving again.”





Chapter Twenty-Seven - Lincoln




I can’t take it anymore. I sit up, unbuckle my pants, and drag my zipper down. My cock is so f*cking hard, I might explode. “Sit up,” I command.

She swallows down whatever fear that growl just caused, and then pushes her hands against the bed so she can scoot up and rest her shoulders against the headboard.

I stand up on the bed and then jump, my bare feet landing silently on the cold cave floor. I drop my pants and wish I could turn the lights on and watch her face when I slip my boxer briefs down my legs and let my cock spring free.

But we need the darkness right now. It’s the only thing protecting me.

I walk back over to the bed and grab the hem of her jeans. “Unbutton and unzip,” I say. I can’t hear her heart, but with every passing minute that we reconnect who and what we are to each other, I can feel it. I can feel her anticipation and her fear. Her excitement and her need.

“Done,” she says quietly.

I pull hard and her pants come sliding down her legs. “Take off the rest and then put your hands up against the wall,” I say. Her hips lift up as she slides her panties down, and then her knees bend and I’m wishing for the lights again.

Her panties go flying past my shoulder and I let off a little grunt of a laugh. “You think you’re cute—”

“I did what you asked,” she says. “Now you have to do something for me. Take off your gloves.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t ever take them off.”

“Liar. You have to shower.”

“You’re not in charge here, Molly. I am.” It might piss her off, but I don’t want to go there yet. I just want this one time where we don’t have to think about who and what I’ve become since she last saw me. “So don’t start acting like you are. I’ve got you down in a cave, on my bed, and naked. If there’s any doubt about why you’re here, you better get up and walk out now. Because in five seconds I’m gonna f*ck the ever-loving shit out of you. I’m gonna make you my prisoner. I’m gonna keep you here until I’m good and satisfied. And if I ever let you leave, I’m going to expect a date and time when you’ll be back. And do you know why I’m gonna do all that?”

“Because you’re my Alpha.”

“No,” I growl. Goddamn her. “Because I love you.” She sucks in some air through her teeth. “I love you. I loved you so f*cking much when we were kids, it killed me, Molly. It f*cking killed me inside each time they brought you to the lab.”

“I loved you too,” she says. “You were the only good thing in my life.”

“I hurt you. They made me hurt you and I’m sorry.”

“They made me hurt you too. We couldn’t stop that. We were just children. Just let it go, Lincoln. Please don’t look at me and see the past. I’m not holding a grudge.”

“And now what do you feel?”

“I feel like my soul was ripped apart and now it’s whole again.”

“Molly,” I say, lowering myself to the bed and crawling up, my knees on either side of her legs. I stop and sit on her thighs, pinning her down. “I will never hurt you again. You never have to fear me, Molly. Ever.” I hold her face, wanting her to believe me. “Do you believe me?”