The Alpha's Hunger by Renee Rose Page A

mumbled as she turned and slipped out the door without looking back.
    He closed his eyes in frustration. He was such a jackass. He punched the shower wall beside him, cracking the tile. The pain eased a little of the need pulsing through him. The orgasm had only brought him the mildest relief. The pressure to claim the intoxicating female in the next room still pulsed beneath the surface. It was going to be a long night.
    He turned off the water and toweled off, putting his boxers and jeans back on. He needed as much of a barrier between his cock and Ashley as possible. When he emerged, he found the lights off and Ashley curled up on the bed in fetal position. He could hear by her breath that she wasn’t asleep, but her eyes were closed as if she were pretending to be. Guilt washed over him. How could he explain himself?
    He couldn’t.
    He grabbed a pillow from the bed and settled in the armchair by the window. He’d sleep there, as far away from the beautiful human in his bed. No, it wasn’t his bed. And she wasn’t his female.
    “You can share the bed with me,” she said. She sounded hurt.
    “No, I don’t think I can,” he said.
    She sat up, peering through the darkness at him. He knew her human eyes couldn’t make out much, but he saw every line of her pinched face. “Please?” she asked in a small voice.
    If his insides were a dishtowel, she’d just twisted them and wrung him out. How could he deny her anything? He unfolded his long frame from the chair and crawled over the bed.
    Rolling her to face away from him, he settled at her back, draping an arm around her waist. “I’m right here,” he murmured in her ear.
    She gave a contented sigh and laced her fingers through his, pulling his hand to her chest. He willed his brain not to think about the heat of her body or the rightness of the way she fit against him. Surprisingly, despite her proximity, he did relax and sleep overcame him long before he expected it.

Chapter Seven
     
     
    He dreamed Ashley was leaning over him, murmuring something seductive in his ear. She unbuttoned his jeans, her hand sliding into the opening and gripping his shaft.
    He groaned out loud and the sound of his voice jerked him awake. He blinked, still in a haze from the dream. Light filtered through the motel room curtains.
    His cock was hard and… oh, God.
    Ashley had it in her grip, stroking his length.
    He lay on his side and she pressed against his back, her soft form molded against his hard one. He groaned again. “What are you doing?” he croaked.
    “We humans call it a hand job,” she teased, the lilt of her voice like an intoxicating spell whispered in his ear. “But I’m willing to up the ante.” She crawled over him, pulling off his jeans.
    He found himself powerless to shake her off, or even to ask her to stop. It was so wrong, but he wanted it, wanted anything she was willing to give to him.
    She returned to his cock, gripping it in one hand as she lowered her lips. He shuddered before she even met his flesh, his skin anticipating her wet heat. He reached up and held the headboard to keep from touching her, closed his eyes to keep from seeing her. His hips jolted off the bed the moment she made contact with her mouth.
    “Oh, fuuu—” He cut off the curse, not wanting to be crude. She deserved better than that. She deserved a much better male than he.
    Her lips closed around the head of his cock, tongue swirling around the rim.
    His toes flexed involuntarily, legs stretched, buttocks clenched as his manhood stood even taller, growing for her.
    She gripped him with two hands, sliding them up and down as she brought the head of his cock in and out of her mouth, making it feel like she’d taken his entire length into her mouth.
    Her teeth grazed him more than once, her jaw too small for his width, but he didn’t care. He wanted it to go on forever. He wanted it to stop immediately. He needed to claim her. No. He shook his head, shoving back the