The Human Girl Who Tamed Alpha King Chapter 48

JACE

"I should bring you lunch more often," she said breathlessly.

I laughed against her throat. "You should."

We stood close, both excited. She started unbuttoning my shirt.

"Lock the door," she said.

I quickly locked it and came back to her. As we undressed, I noticed how well we matched despite our differences.

"I love you," I said honestly.

"Prove it," she replied with desire in her eyes.

Damn, Aria's scent hit me like a freight train. Phantom stirred, clawing at my control, itching to claim her right here in my office.

She'd just waltzed in with that tray, her smile all innocent, and now we were tangled up, my shirt half-unbuttoned, her breath hot against my neck.

How the hell did we get here so fast? One minute I'm stressing over pack business, the next I'm drowning in her, every nerve screaming to take her.

Her fingers fumbled with my last button, and I growled low, catching her wrist. "You're playing with fire, Aria." My voice came out rough, thick with need.

She tilted her head, eyes glinting. "Maybe I like the burn." Her lips brushed mine, teasing, and Phantom roared inside me, urging me to pin her down and make her mine.

I kissed her hard, tasting her defiance, her want. She melted into me, soft curves pressing tight against my chest. My hands slid under her sweater, finding the hem of my old shirt clinging to her skin. The sight of her in it—my scent mixed with hers—sent a jolt straight to my cock. I tugged the sweater up, exposing the faded fabric stretched over her breasts.

"Wearing my shirt?" I murmured, lips grazing her ear. "You're begging for trouble."

"Am I?" she whispered, voice shaky but bold. "What're you gonna do about it?"

I smirked, heat pooling low. "Oh, babe, you'll see." My fingers slipped under the shirt, brushing her ribs, then higher, unclasping her bra with a flick. Her breasts spilled free, nipples hardening under my touch. She gasped, arching into my palm, and I groaned, thumb circling one stiff peak.

"Jace," she moaned, head tipping back, exposing her throat. My mark from the blood moon pulsed there, calling to me. I kissed it, teeth scraping lightly, and her whole body trembled.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," I said, voice raw. I yanked the shirt higher, tossing her bra aside, and lowered my mouth to her breast, sucking hard. Her fingers dug into my scalp, pulling me closer, and her little whimpers drove me wild.

"More," she begged, hips shifting against me. "Please, Jace."

I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, dark with lust. "Tell me what you want, Aria. Say it."

She bit her lip, cheeks flushed. "I want everything you can give me."

My control snapped. I lifted her onto the long bench by the bookshelf, her ass hitting the leather with a soft thud. She straddled me, legs wrapping tight, and I kissed her again, fierce and hungry. Her hands roamed my chest, nails scraping, and I growled, dick straining against my jeans.

"Going to drive me crazy," I muttered, hands gripping her thighs. I tugged at her jeans, popping the button, and she wiggled to help, kicking them off along with her panties. They hit the floor somewhere behind us, forgotten.

She sat there, bare from the waist down, my shirt still bunched above her breasts. The sight of her pussy, already glistening, made my mouth water. I slid a hand between her legs, fingers brushing her clit, and she jerked, moaning loud enough to echo in the quiet office.

"Shh," I teased, nipping her lip. "Don't want the whole pack hearing you."

"Let them," she gasped, grinding against my hand. "I don't care."

Fuck, that did it. I pushed two fingers inside her, feeling her tight, wet heat clamp around me. She cried out, rocking into my touch, and I pumped slowly, thumb circling her clit. Her moans grew desperate, hips bucking, and I watched her unravel, every shudder fueling my own need.

"Jace, please," she whimpered, hands clutching my shoulders. "I need you inside me."

"Not yet, babe," I growled, kissing her throat. "I want you screaming first."

I worked her harder, fingers curling just right, and her moans turned to gasps, then cries. Her pussy tightened, pulsing around me, and she came hard, shouting my name as her body shook. I held her through it, kissing her softly, letting her ride the waves.

"God, you're perfect," I whispered, pulling my fingers free. She was still trembling, eyes half-lidded, and I couldn't wait anymore. I lifted her slightly, setting her back on the bench, and she knelt, hands braced on the armrest, ass up and inviting.

I stood behind her, shedding my jeans in record time. My cock sprang free, hard and aching, and I groaned at the sight of her, wet and ready. "You sure?" I asked, voice strained, giving her one last out.

She glanced back, eyes burning. "Fuck me, Jace. Now."

No more waiting. I gripped her hips, guiding my dick to her entrance, and slid in slow, savoring every inch. She moaned, pushing back to meet me, and I bottomed out, buried deep in her tight heat. "Fuck," I hissed, hands tightening on her waist.

"Move," she demanded, voice raw. "Hard."

I didn't need to be told twice. I pulled back and thrust deep, setting a rhythm that had her gasping with every stroke. Her ass bounced against me, skin slapping, and I leaned over her, one hand sliding to her breast, pinching her nipple. She cried out, pussy clenching around my cock, and I groaned, thrusting faster.

"Like that?" I rasped, lips at her ear. "Tell me, Aria."

"Yes," she moaned, voice breaking. "God, yes, don't stop."

The bench creaked under us, the office filled with her moans and my low growls. I felt her tighten again, her second orgasm building, and I angled deeper, hitting that spot that made her scream. My own release was close, pressure coiling tight, but I held back, wanting her to come first.

"Jace!" she cried, body tensing as she shattered, pussy pulsing around me. Her orgasm tipped me over, and I thrust hard, spilling inside her with a roar, pleasure slamming through me like a tidal wave.

We stayed there, panting, my chest pressed to her back. I kissed her shoulder, softening inside her, and she sighed, content. Slowly, I pulled out, grabbing a tissue from the desk to clean us up. She turned, straddling me again, and kissed me soft and slow.

"I love you," she whispered, forehead against mine. "So much."

My heart clenched, Phantom purring in my chest. "Love you too, Aria. Always."

We collapsed onto the bench, her head on my chest, my fingers tracing lazy circles on her back. The office smelled of us, of sex and sweat, and I didn't give a damn. She was mine, and I was hers, and nothing—not pack drama, not the full moon—could touch that.

"You okay?" I asked.

She nodded, smiling up at me. "More than okay. You?"

I chuckled, kissing her hair. "Babe, you have no idea."

Her laugh was soft, warm, and it settled something deep inside me. But then her stomach growled, and we both cracked up, remembering the food tray she'd brought in.

"Guess we let lunch get cold," she said, sitting up to grab the tray.