ALPHA SPEED DATING (BBW) (Rocky Mountain Shifters) by Susan Arden Page A

Conrad’s neck, pulled at his shirt. She stared into his glowing eyes, arousal coloring his chiseled features.
    “Your turn,” she whispered, steeling herself to refrain from shifting. Her wolf desired to roam free, rub up against him, and lick his face. Something made her want to escape him. Force him into a chase.
    She peeled his shirt off his frame, inch by hard inch. She’d never seen this much muscle. His chest was made up of bands of tight rippling waves, contracting as he moved. His dark brown hair matched the diamond of hair on his pecs. Below a hollowed groove carved his six-pack abs, disappearing behind his jeans. She traced the space downward with her finger. His smooth muscled torso riveted her attention, and she couldn’t resist swiping her tongue across one of his nipples.
    He groaned and captured her face. “Love, I’m so close to throwing you across the bed.”
    She growled in response. The sound new to her ears. “Excuse me.” She laughed at her wolf self. “That’s a first.”
    “You don’t growl?”
    “Not like that. Ever.”
    “Sexy.” Conrad kissed her shoulder, his hands tracing over her breasts, down the curves of her body. “I want to hear more.”
    “Make me,” she challenged him.
    His large hands captured her, bracketing her waist. “Is that what you wish? Painstakingly, I can deliver.” Her nipples tightened at the twitch of muscle in his jaw.
    “I’m not going to be a pushover. Even if the conclusion is spelled out.”
    He arched a brow. “Oh, baby,” he said, picking her up and gently tossing her onto the bed. He landed right next to her. “I’m crazy you’re right here. But if you need a steady hand, I can oblige. I want you to crave this as I do.”
    “I do. So much. My skin is on fire.” She moved back along the mattress, insane with lust and hungry to feel his body. But she wasn’t about to throw herself at him. Her wolf sense ached for him in so many primal ways.
    “Give yourself to me, Mari. Tonight.”
    “Plans for removing the rest of my clothing?”
    “I’ve got MacGyver moves.” He plucked her wrist, thumbing a caress over her skin before he brought her palm to his face and kissed her skin.
    He settled her hand on his chest. The strong thud of his heart pumped under her fingers. She traced a swirling design over the spot, tweaking the brown disk of his nipple, and enjoying his reaction. He groaned and sucked in his gut, tightening sinewy crisscrossing abs that beckoned her to touch, trace, and lick. She crept closer, bent her head over his chest, and lapped her tongue across one of his nipples. The flat disc pebbled under her flicking tongue and Conrad’s wolf growl filled the air. The vibration shaking her lips as she sucked his other nipple. She shuddered in pleasure, releasing her hold on him, and skimmed her palm down his rigid belly. A low hiss escaped his mouth.
    She glanced up at him as her fingers unbuttoned his jeans. One zipper stood between her and a man who threatened to fuck her senseless. He might say it was lovemaking, but an alpha and sex came in a solid flavor—hard. Rough. Alphas didn’t know how to hold back. Question was, could she give him what he desired…hunger was the word he used. Her gaze traveled up over his incredible smooth-skinned body until she met his gleaming eyes.
    “Baby, I’m so close,” he whispered, as though he’d read her thoughts.
    “I don’t want to stop.”
    “Time for me to show you what it means to be claimed.” He torqued his body, then pushed upward. The corded muscles banded together over his shoulders, arms, and abs. Conrad decadently tempted her without a word. He moved her back against the pillows. His hands roved over her thighs, down her calves, unleashing shivers through her body. He found her shoes, untied the ribbons, and deposited each shoe on the side of the bed. “Front or back snap?”
    “What…?” she gasped.
    His hands curved over her breasts. “Your bra or corset. Ribbons on