The Alpha's Other Woman by Vielle Nye (read a book .txt) 📗

"I'm not pacing," he said, and reaching around he found me and I came all around him. "See? I'm just doing this properly."

I groaned, and buried my face into the pillow as he picked up speed, hitting a spot inside me that felt so right. I didn't know how it was possible for anyone to be as good as he was, but it had to be possible because he was right there, filling me up and chasing away any pain. I gripped the sheets.

With a couple more thrusts he shuddered. His weight was on my back for a second before he adjusted himself, and then rolled me over without coming out of me.

"How're you now?" he asked.

"I'm good," I said, looking over my shoulder to smile at him. I sort of wanted to knock him off his high horse, but I just felt too insanely good to be adversarial.

Plus, I would need him again when my heat resurged.