Alpha Call by BA Tortuga Page A

a master.
    She pushed him higher and higher, making him shake. Making
him crazy. “Gonna come, baby.”
    Her fingers pushed behind his sac, nails scraping that
sensitive strip of skin. Oh fuck. That was all she wrote. He blew like the
north wind, coming so hard he bit the inside of his cheek.
    She was cleaning his prick with her tongue, kissing the
too-sensitive tip when the pleasure eased.
    Shaking, he staggered away from her, then around to flop on
the bed next to her. “What do you want, baby?” He wasn’t about to leave her
hanging.
    “Touch me.” She pushed closer, and fuck, he could smell how
she needed him. It made him growl.
    “I love to touch you.” He put a hand on her belly, fingers
stroking.
    “Good.” She settled back, propped that poor arm on a pillow,
her free hand reaching for him.
    Sweet woman.” He bent to kiss her mouth before licking a
path to her throat.
    Fuck, her lips tasted like him and she smelled heavenly. He
pushed his sweater up, baring her full, pale breasts. She was so tough, but so
soft and warm too. It would never stop fascinating him.
    He blew a stream of air over one nipple, watching it perk up
and tighten for him. His mouth started to water and he moaned, tongue flicking
out to taste it. She was cherry bright and perfect.
    “Tease.” Her thighs rubbed together, legs sliding.
    “I am so not teasing, lady.”
    She growled softly, arched and pressed that hard bit of
flesh in his lips. Ah. She needed a firmer touch. Brett bit down just enough to
sting.
    That got him the perfect sound—deep and wanton and right,
one of her legs wrapping around his hip. He pinched her other nipple between
thumb and forefinger, giving her more.
    “Brett.” He could get used to the sound of his name like
that—all need and growl.
    “Mmmhmm.” He could make her so damn happy, could touch her
forever.
    One of his hands slipped down, stroking her belly before
unfastening the drawstring at her waist. He pushed under the waistband,
fingertips brushing the curls at the juncture of her legs.
    “Please.” Wet and soft, her lips slipped against his
fingers. She wanted him.
    “I got you, baby. No worries.” Brett pushed two fingers
inside her, working her good, his hand pressing against the fabric of the
shorts.
    He propped himself up on one elbow, eyes dragging along her
body as she rode his hand. Smooth and sleek, strong and fine—Wendy made his
eyes cross.
    “You feel so good, baby. So wet. God, I’m glad you came
here, let me find you.”
    Her eyes went heavy-lidded and she moved, pushing closer.
“Yeah? No regrets?”
    “No. Not a bit.” He pushed the shorts down with his other
hand, her hips smooth and curvy.
    As soon as she had the shorts down far enough, she spread,
the gold curls damp and dark with her need.
    Brett licked his way down her belly, his chin rubbing a
moment, finding a hot spot.
    “Oh. Oh!” She bucked up, the motion pure sex.
    He kissed his way down, lips on her lower belly, her scent
making his head swim. He was going to love her into a puddle.
    He spread her with his thumb, dropping a kiss to her clit
before dragging his tongue over her, tasting her sweetness. The way she gasped
for him made him want to smile, but he kept at her instead, licking, teasing.
    Her sounds came faster, one hand reaching down, tangling in
his hair.
    She tugged, making his scalp sting, and he chuffed a laugh.
So demanding. So sure of what she needed.
    “Laughing at me.” She was grinning, though, finally at ease
in his goddamn bed.
    “Mmmph.” He wasn’t arguing. Wendy was just stunning, no
matter what. He even liked her sense of humor. Liked her laugh, loved the way
she tasted on his tongue.
    Pushing deeper he searched for more of her flavor, one
finger sliding into her cunt.
    “Yes.” Wendy pushed down, slick walls gripping his finger.
She was so amazing, so in tune with her body. He could just eat her up.
    He lapped her clit, moving it faster, harder, and she
started rocking, riding