The Alpha Gladiator by Erin M. Leaf Page B

hand came up to hold her immobile while the
other swept around her waist to pull her close to his chest. Ravage slid his
tongue into her mouth to twine with hers, jolting a salacious moan from
her.   She tasted like ambrosia, addictive
and sweet.   When he broke the kiss, they
were both panting.
    “I
want you,” he managed to say, although it was difficult to talk when his wolf
clamored to take over.  
    “Yes.”
She gasped and pulled his head back to hers.
    He kissed her again, or rather, she took over and devoured his lips in a kiss that
had him aching.  
    “I
want you to be mine,” he said when they broke apart for air.   He pressed little kisses on her throat.   “I want to claim you.”
    “No,”
she panted.   “You can have every part of
me, except that of calling me mate.”
    He shook his head.   “ I don ’t want you for
one night, Aleirah.”
    “I
know,” she said.   “I will be yours.   Just not your mate.”
    “That’s
not—”
    “Take
it or leave me, Ravage,” she said insistently.   She traced a fingertip over the planes of his face.   “I have wanted you a long time too, but I’m
not the right mate for an Alpha.   Will
you accept me as I wish?   Without questions?”
    Ravage didn ’t like it one
bit.   He wanted all of her, body and
soul, with his brand upon her skin and his scent mixed with hers.   But Lycanis never forced women, so he would
have to be content with what she gave him until he could convince her
otherwise.
    “I
will accept for now,” he said.   He cupped
her mound over the animal skin pants.   “But this pussy is mine, you hear me?   No other will be allowed to touch you.   I will have this pussy whenever I want it, however I want it.   It will only know my cock.   That is my condition.”
      Slowly, she nodded her agreement.  
    With a surge of relief and
excitement, he bent his head to claim her lips again.   He sensed she was still a maiden, untouched
by any other male, and the knowledge of her innocence went straight to his
head.   Ravage might be able to take
things slow, ease her into how he liked to fuck, but he’d wanted her for so
long that he couldn’t hold back his desire.  
    “I
want you so much, Aleirah, and I’ll try to be as gentle as possible, but Gods,
woman, you make me so fucking hard,” he murmured against the curve of her
shoulder.  
    “Ravage,
I’ve never…”
    “I
know,” he said when her words died away.   “I’m not a virgin, although I’ve never spilt my seed inside a
woman.   That is reserved for a mate.   But I do know what I’m doing, so I promise to
try not to hurt you.”
    She nodded .   Her arousal changed, the scent shifting from
desire to nervousness.   He wanted this to
be good for her, and he prayed to all the Gods above that he wouldn’t be so
overwhelmed that he hurt her. Ravage captured her lips again and slipped his
tongue inside.   As her tongue joined with
his in exploring and tasting, he slid one buckskin clad leg between hers,
pressing himself intimately against her pussy.   His instinct was to sink inside her body until he marked her as
his.  
    He looked down at her and quickly
divested her of her clothes, until she stood almost bare before him, her
breasts perfectly shaped globes in the soft moonlight.
    “You’re
beautiful , ”
he said softly.   “You’re so fucking
perfect.”
    “Ravage,”
she moaned in a pleading voice.
    He
moved closer to her. She traced his tattoos with her hands and
then licked the designs.   He groaned. “Oh,
baby, that feels so good.”
    Her
hands traveled lower, touching the waistband of the pants he wore.   He needed them off.   He wanted to feel his skin pressed against
hers, with nothing separating them.   Just
him and her, and their own little world they created in the woods.
    His
mouth found her breasts and he laved the tips with his tongue, sucking and
nipping at them until her back arched off the tree and she writhed in
pleasure.