Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(42)

Her eyes go wide as the implications of what I just told her sink in. “I believe you.”

“But I want to take you hard right now. I’ve thought about you constantly since I took you home that first day. I’ve thought about this.” I lean down and take her face in my hands and I kiss her. I bite her lip and then her tongue, making her squeal. “I want to f*ck you sore. I want to—”

“Jesus Christ, Lincoln. Just do it.”

I want to laugh. I want to laugh and hold her tight and promise that everything is OK. Everything will be OK from now on. But I can’t. I can’t allow myself to believe that until she knows the whole truth. And if I don’t believe it, she won’t either.

So I grab her hair, sit up straight, and ease her face towards my cock. Her hands come off the wall, ready to grip me. But I say, “Put them back. Now.”

She looks up at me, her eyes wide in the dim computer light. But she obeys. She reaches for the headboard, needing something to hold onto, even if it isn’t me.

I don’t give her any more time to think, just thrust her mouth over my cock and hold her there. I’m not all the way inside her, but enough to know she’s not going to be able to take me the way I like it. “Easy,” I say. “Relax. I’ll go slow, I promise. I’ll go slow.”

Her lips wrap around my shaft, sealing against my skin as she sucks. My head falls back and I open my mouth to groan. “Yeah, do that again.”

She hums, her little moans vibrating against my cock, and that’s it, man. I’m about to lose control and break my promise. All I want is to shove myself in deeper and come down her throat.

She gags and pulls back, gasping for breath, bringing me back to my senses. I grab her hands and throw her down on the bed sideways, and then position myself behind her. I reach in front and find her * wet and waiting as I begin to stroke her clit in small slow circles. She bucks her back against my chest.

“More,” she whines. “I need you, Alpha.”

I’m not even capable of correcting her about the name. My mind is blown with desire to take her. My other hand reaches down for my cock so I can position it up against her ass. I let go and grab her leg, thrusting it up to give myself room, and then she reaches down and pushes on my tip until I find her *.

“Jesus Christ, I want to f*ck you hard.”

“Do it, Alpha. Do it and make me come. Make me come like I’ve been waiting for it my whole life.”

We moan together when I finally slip inside her wet folds and this makes me reach around and grab her throat. She gasps, and I go still. “I won’t hurt you,” I whisper.

“I don’t care if you do,” she replies. “Give it to me the way you like it, Alpha. Just give it to me now.”

I thrust hard, making her yelp, the wave of inhibition sickness building inside me so I have to ease up. I can’t even f*ck her the way I want because of the shit they did.

“Don’t think about them, Lincoln.” I know she says my real name to snap me back. And that’s enough for now. She knows this is the real me. She knows me better than anyone, and no amount of time apart will ever be able to take that away.

I ease inside her deeper, going slow, and this time everything goes blank. The past fades. The present blinks out like a light. And the future is so far away from where I’m at right now, I don’t give one f*ck about the consequences of this night.

Or what I’m about to do.

Because I want her. I want her now and I want her forever.

So I reach down and play with her clit as I growl, “My Omega.”

And she says, “Yours.”

One word. I am undone. One word that might change my life forever. One word that might ruin everything. One word.

She has so much power over me and she doesn’t even know it.

I take her slowly, back and forth. Long pulls and deep pushes. And then I go faster. Short bursts back and forth. She presses her ass against me, asking for it. Begging me for it until she screams my name. Her * clamps against my cock like a vice and I f*ck her until everything explodes.





Because I love You



Because I Love You





Chapter Twenty-Eight - Molly




Lincoln pulls me close and our hearts race with the aftermath of lovemaking.

How quickly life changes. Before I came into this cave I was alone and now I feel like maybe… I mean, I know it’s stupid—he’s crazy, and even though we were so close as kids, we’ve been apart for fifteen years—but I really feel like I have a partner. My memories are still blurred. Not quite fitting together properly, like trying to fit the wrong piece in a puzzle. But the basics are there. He is the only reason I lived. I have always known that there was something missing inside me.

“I’m gonna keep you here,” he says in a low grumble that tells me he’s thinking of falling asleep. “Women don’t need to work. They belong barefoot in the Batcave.” I turn my head a little to try to see his face over my shoulder and he starts laughing. “Hey, you’re the one who wanted me to be Alpha. That’s who he is.”

I snuggle up to his chest and a smile leaks out. “You’re wrong. I know I don’t remember as much as you, but I remember enough to know you’d be good to me.”