Anarchy Found (SuperAlpha, #1)(54)

He looks at me for a long moment, his eyes fixed on mine, those little flecks of amber shining intensely. “OK,” he says. He places his palms in that tender spot of skin that forms a dent behind each knee and rolls my legs forward, spreading them wide. I expect him to keep licking and sucking my *, but he dips down lower and his tongue sweeps against my little pucker of an *.

I tense up and draw in a gasp of air.

“Pain or pleasure?” he asks between licks.

“Pleasure, but—”

“Be patient,” he commands, cutting me off. “Don’t expect anything, and don’t get ahead of yourself. OK?”

I nod and whisper, “OK.”

As soon as the word comes out of my mouth his fingers are probing. He’s got his gloves off and even though the leather was the softest thing I’ve ever felt, his touch is softer. A gentle sweep, a lick and a suck, and a few breaths of air caressing the desire between my legs make me want to be wild.

But his slow patience, his complete attention, and his gentle nature as he explores the depths of my sexuality make me want to be still.

His fingers drift up so he can gather the wetness of my folds and drag it back down to where his tongue is still licking. Slowly he brushes the rim of my ass with my own desire. “Pain or pleasure?” he asks, the heat of his words making me close my eyes.

“Pleasure,” I whisper.

His fingers are already seeking out new territory before my answer is complete. He pushes against the tight muscles of my ass, and I wriggle away from the shock of it. “Pain,” I say.

He moves along without comment, his tongue making one more swirl around my clit before he drops my legs and crawls up the stairs, kissing his way up my belly at the same time. He pauses to suck on my left nipple, squeezing the right breast so hard, I gasp. But I say, “Pleasure.”

“Good girl,” he says, pleased. “Let’s finish upstairs.” And then he sweeps me into his arms and carries me up. I’m about to tell him which way to turn at the top, but then I remember he’s been here. He knows exactly where to take me. Left, and then into the bedroom, where he flips on the light with an elbow as we pass over the threshold. He lays me down on the bed, my covers all rumpled because I can’t even remember the last time I made the bed.

His pants are barely perched on his hips and his cock is long and hard, pushing through the gap made by the open zipper. I can’t help but look. He’s huge. We’ve had sex twice before but I’ve never seen him in the light.

“You want to put that—”

“Easy, girl,” he says, crawling up the bed towards me. “I told you not to get ahead of yourself. I know what I’m doing.”

He stares down at me, then cups my face and kisses me on the lips. A soft kiss. No tongue or anything, so I open my mouth and seek him out.

“So eager.”

“So horny.” I laugh.

“Shhh,” he says, admonishing me. “Turn over on your stomach.”

Oh, shit.

“Pain or pleasure?” he asks.

“You haven’t done anything.”

“Then why are you so nervous?”

I let out a long breath and turn over, my ass up in the air. He smacks it. Hard. It makes me yelp out and try to sit up. But he places his hand firmly on the cheek he just smacked, only this time it’s soft and gentle. “Pain or pleasure?” he says, caressing the sting away.

“Um…” I’m not sure. He did hurt me. And I’m pretty sure I have a bright red handprint on my bottom right now. But the soft touches afterward make the pain almost delightful. “Pleasure,” I finally say.

“Mmmm,” he says, leaning over to hum into my ear as he straddles my calves. I can feel how hard he is when he presses himself against my legs. “Right answer.”

My heart starts beating faster with anticipation but I’m immensely proud that I pleased him. I start to relax and then his hand comes down again with a sharp crack.

“Ow,” I say, coiling in on myself. And when I look over my shoulder, he’s doubled over, his hand across the taut muscles of his abs. “Lincoln?” I ask, panic starting. “Lincoln, are you OK?”

“I’m fine,” he manages after a few seconds to let the feeling pass. “Inhibition sickness. If I hurt you, believe me, I know it. I’m sorry.”

“We’re testing the limits, though, right? And I wasn’t really hurt, Lincoln. I just reacted wrong. I like the soft caresses after the smacks.”

He takes a deep breath, squints his eyes, and then opens them up and stares at me. “Lesson learned.”

“No,” I say, turning around and sitting up so I can see him better. “That’s not what I want to happen. How do I let you do that without making you sick?”

“We can work on it next time, Molly.”

“But—”

“Shh,” he says, the alpha back. “I made my decision. Enough of that.” He grins and winks. “I’ve got more, don’t worry. So lie face down on the bed.” I obey, ready to get back to the fun stuff. I hate making him sick. I hope we can get past the limits soon. “Spread your legs.”

Fuck. I never thought I’d admit this to myself, but I really love that alpha shit. And just to prove it, the wetness pools between my legs as I open them wider. A knee presses against my * and then his thumb is on my * and the rest of his fingers are splayed out across my cheek. I hold so still. I do not want to make him sick again. I’ve never had anal, but I’ve heard it’s both pain and pleasure and it makes me nervous.