Taming the Ruthless Alpha

Chapter 8

After an hour, I couldn't stand it anymore. Kit hadn't said one word to me. Not one. But his scent was there, a constant perfume, a constant reminder that he was only a few feet away. I didn't dare look at him, not even accidentally, and I tried to breathe through my mouth.

This felt like being an alcoholic stuffed in a room with liquor and being told I couldn't touch it. I was slowly going out of my mind.

"Maybe it would be better if you talked to him," Kida said.

"How? What am I supposed to say to him?"

"Anything."

I rolled my eyes. I doubted I could keep up a normal, civilized conversation with him when all I could think about was jumping his bones. Instead, I leaned my head against the window and closed my eyes. Maybe I could manage to fall asleep and escape this torment for a while. We turned, the car rolling over a bump in the road. My head smacked the glass with a thud, jolting me into an upright position. I rubbed the spot, scowling. I could feel his eyes on me. He didn't bother to ask me if I was okay. Fine then. If he wanted to be an asshole, well, two could play that game.

Unbuckling my seatbelt, I slid to the middle of the seat and brought my legs up. I knew he was watching my every move. With a huff, I laid down and turned my back to him, stretching out. The long seat was comfortable and wide. I closed my eyes again, not caring if he thought I was odd or weird. I was tired, and he would just have to deal.

Thankfully, finally, I did drift off into a light sleep. Kit was the star of my dreams. The scenery changed from blurry forest to maybe my bedroom and back again, but Kit himself was clear as day. Standing in front of me, his eyes lit up. When he touched my skin, it was gentle and warm. His fingers trailed slowly, exploring, teasing, making me shiver, creating tingling paths. And then his mouth was on me, my neck, my chest. . . and all I could do was moan. Goddess, it felt so good. . .

Abruptly, the tingles changed to sparks, little bolts of lightning dancing across my skin. The warmth became an overwhelming heat. His scent was real, too real. It broke through the haze, bringing me back to consciousness. I flipped over automatically, shocked to see my mate's face only inches above mine. His eyes weren't lit up now. No, they were ablaze, burning with a fire I'd never seen before.

"What are you doing?" I gasped.

His voice was tight. "Was your plan to torture me the whole way home?"

"What are you talking about?"

His fingers squeezed my wrist; I hadn't noticed he was even touching me. My jaw dropped with an audible pop; My hand was between my legs, my fingers slick with what I could only assume were my own juices.

Oh, s**t!

"I- I fell asleep," I defended myself, "I didn't know what I was doing."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Now, let go of me."

He didn't listen. Instead, he moved my hand back down. I tried unsuccessfully to pull away. This sparked a response from Kit. Within seconds, he had changed our positions, lifting me and sitting where I had been. He sat me on his lap backwards, my back flush against his torso. My legs were spread, draped over his. His hand came up to move the hair from my neck, his lips at my ear.

"Touch yourself," he whispered. His breath tickled my oversensitive skin.

"No," I breathed. Kit chuckled, the vibrations running through him.

"No? Don't tell me you're shy."

His hands circled my waist, finding a hold. He started moving me slowly back and forth, rubbing over his pants. I bit my lip hard to keep from making a sound. What was happening right now? Did he really think I was going to f**k him? He didn't even want me as a mate! Yet, despite the logic that I should end this right now, my body seemed to have other plans. I began to move my hips with him. After a minute of useless arguments with myself, I gave up. I wanted him. I'd deal with whatever came afterward, well, afterward. His hands, big and firm holding me, his lips at my ear, his scent mixed with the scent of my arousal in the all-too-enclosed space. . . it was too much. Why deny the pleasure he was offering?

Eagerly, I moved my fingers over my stomach, over his hand on my waist, and back down to my throbbing core, insanely grateful I'd thrown on a dress today. The thin fabric of my underwear moved effortlessly out of the way. I inserted two fingers, closing my eyes while my head fell back on his shoulder. Kit moved me in a way where I didn't have to do any work. It was incredible.

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

"Yes," I gasped.

"Do you like touching yourself?"

"Yes."

His hands moved, but I continued the steady back and forth rhythm. His hands traveled over the soft yellow dress up to my chest where he paused to take a handful. I pushed into his hands, groaning. He responded to the sound with a low rumble in his chest. It was nearly a sound of approval. I was absolutely dripping by now, pulsating around my fingers. I was so close. I tried to increase the pace, but his hands dropped back to my waist, stopping me.

"Faster," I pleaded desperately.

"Oh, no. You thought I was going to let you get off this way?"

I whimpered an incoherent response.

"I bet that sorry excuse for a mate couldn't get you off," he said. "I bet he left you wanting so many times."

I didn't respond because I didn't want to admit it was the truth. s*x with Jack was great but. . . it also wasn't. I'd always heard that physical love with your mate was unlike anything else. So how come I'd never felt anything like this with Jack? A couple minutes with Kit had me more turned on than I'd ever been in my life, and he hadn't even touched me yet.

Suddenly, Kit's arm wrapped around me. He pulled me back against him, restraining. His free hand deftly moved mine out of the way. He stopped, barely touching me. My muscles twitched in anticipation.

"I'm going to make you c*m. Then I'm going to make you c*m again. And you won't stop until I say so. Is that something you want?"

"Y-yes," I choked out.

"Good girl."

He slid two fingers into me. His pace was slow, and he wasn't nearly as deep as I craved. His arm kept me in place. I couldn't move an inch.

"Kit!"

"Hmm?"

My breath was coming in hard, short rasps. "Faster," I begged, "please!"

"Not yet," he murmured.

I moaned, partly out of frustration.

"You need to relax a little mate. Why the rush? Or are you used to being rushed?" He pulled his fingers out, but only moved them to circle my clit. My head fell back again. He was hitting the perfect spot, over and over and over. And it did feel incredible to have someone taking their time with me. So, I took his advice and let it happen the way he wanted it to happen. My legs started to quiver and my breaths became lower. A foggy haze clouded my mind as the feeling inside me grew and built. . . and boiled over. I heard Kit's growl in my ear, felt his breath on my neck. It only made it even more fantastic.

Before I could come back to earth, he released his hold. "Turn around."

I did as he asked. Before I could straddle him, he lifted the hem of my dress, pulling it up over my head. I wasn't wearing a bra, not that he was complaining. In fact, his eyes roamed my body with a new appreciation. The heat in his eyes was contagious; it set me on fire, too. He gripped my chin, bringing his mouth down to over mine.

"Are you ready for me to take you?"