Free Alyssa's Wolves (Wolf Masters, Book 4) by Becca Jameson Page B

agreeing to. The last thing he wanted was regret later on her part.
    “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
    Alyssa’s eyes sprang open, and she gazed into his own, her deep-blue depths pleading with him.
    “Tell me,” he repeated. “So I’ll know I didn’t cross the line.”
    “Make me come, Michael. Whatever that feeling is, I want to experience it right here right now … with you. I ache.”
    Lord, he was well and truly a goner. Her naked abandon squeezed his heart.
    Resuming his kiss, Michael used his free hand to slowly unbutton his way up Alyssa’s chest. As soon as he released the last one, her shirt fell open, and he lifted his head to gaze down at her lacy, black bra. He sucked in a breath. It was unexpected that his mate would have such provocative lingerie.
    Alyssa squirmed beneath his gaze. “Kara and Lindsey never let me buy anything that’s just practical.” As if she needed to explain her sexy wardrobe to him. He couldn’t care less what the reasons were, as long as she had a slew of this type of clothing in her drawers.
    With a quick pop , he undid the front clasp and let the flimsy satin fall to both sides.
    Alyssa reached to cover herself with her hand, but he was quicker and grabbed her wrist, pulling it over her head and pinning it with his other hand. When she squirmed, he grabbed her other wrist and tugged it up to join the first.
    The effect was to lift her breasts even higher on her chest, showcasing them for his perusal.
    Alyssa breathed hard and heavy, gasping under his scrutiny.
    “So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured. He watched as her pink nipples pebbled under his breath.
    “They’re not that exciting.” She needed to explain her perfection away?
    “They’re perfect.” Michael dipped his head and licked ever so lightly across first one tip and then the other.
    Alyssa moaned, her head rolling from side to side. “Oh, God.”
    She pulled on her hands, but he held steady, not wanting her to have the power to cover herself or let herself feel self-conscious about her body.
    If he removed the temptation, he hoped she could relax and enjoy the ride.
    With only the whisper of a touch, Michael circled her nipples with one finger several times until she arched her chest up toward him.
    This was going to kill him, but he was not going to stop until she writhed beneath him. At this rate, and considering the scent of her arousal, that wouldn’t be long.
    Instead of grasping her breasts and squeezing them or sucking them into his mouth, he kept his gaze tracked on her nipples and wandered toward her jeans with his hand.
    When he reached the edge of the denim, he traced the line where her stomach peeked out and let his finger graze beneath the waistline from one side to the other. Returning to the center, Michael made quick work of popping the button and lowering the zipper.
    He could make her come easily without removing her pants, but she didn’t know that, and he was greedy with the need to see her wet pussy. “I’m gonna pull these off, baby, so I can get better access. Your jeans are so tight.” Not tight enough to keep him from wiggling his fingers inside her, but still…
    Without giving her time to think, Michael released her hands. “Leave these here.” He stared into her eyes with the command.
    She sucked in a breath and held it but nodded her acquiescence.
    Two seconds later, he pulled her jeans off her, taking the matching black lace panties that went with her bra along with her pants.
    If he was going for it, he might as well get the entire package. Her shirt was still half on, but it lay open to her sides, not a hindrance to his vision of her glorious breasts.
    “Open for me. Spread your legs, baby.” He tried to make the words gentle, to not overwhelm her with his dominance this early, and his cock swelled when she complied. It wasn’t as far or as wide as he needed, but it was a start. Michael climbed between Alyssa’s legs and pressed them farther apart until her