Free Night Fall on Dark Mountain by Delilah Devlin Page A

framing slick, swollen pussy lips, and pink-tipped tits that jiggled with each hard thrust. He’d admired and envied her fiery passion and the fact that she’d never conceded easily to Max’s domination.
    However, when it had been his turn to claim her, he’d made the mistake of thinking she might prefer a wooing over a rough claiming. He’d coaxed and seduced—and when that had failed to earn her acquiescence, he’d commanded.
    Stasia had responded with a little more heat to his demands for sex, but her surrender was only a pale shadow of the passion she’d relinquished to Max.
    If Alec had never watched them together, he might not have known the difference, but he had. And his failure to bring her fully to completion—trembling, begging for his touch—ate at him.
    Tonight had been different. He’d acted on his frustration—and yes, a little jealousy that Max had been able to make her howl so easily. He’d scared himself with her. The violence that gripped him had nearly taken him past the point of control.
    As he climbed the stairs, each step drawing him closer to the she-bitch who burned a hole in his gut for want of her, his body grew rigid, his fists clenched. His cock filled to bursting and crushed against his zipper.
    He’d give her seconds to strip, or he’d tear away her clothes. He didn’t care if she had to walk naked to her truck afterwards. That humiliation would put to rest anyone’s doubt about who she belonged to. With her thighs glistening and the scent of her sweat and their combined cum leaving a trail behind her, she’d be linked with him—irrevocably.
    Alec would never give her up. Even if the breeder shared his bed, gave him children, Stasia would be the one to bring him to arousal—the one he was driven to mount and command.
    As his hand reached out to the door of his office, all thoughts of the men in the pit below emptied from his mind. The woman with the silky brown hair and lithe body fired his desire. He couldn’t wait to see those pouting full lips close around his cock.
    He flung open the door, and his eyes widened. Stasia’s pert, naked bottom faced him as she lay draped over his desk. Her plump pussy lips were visible between her legs and gleamed with moisture.
    It was all he could do not to drop to his knees behind her and lick her like the dog he was. Instead, he closed the door quietly behind him and adjusted his cock in his trousers.
    He’d figured out the way into her heart and passion. He wouldn’t blow this chance by cramming his dick inside her now—no matter how much he ached to slide inside her juicy cunt.
    Stasia rose on her elbows and gave him a glance over her shoulder. Her steady gaze and the tilt of her chin held a challenge. “Am I being the dutiful bitch, now?”
    “Stasi—I’m not very pleased,” he lied. “Now, I’m wondering whether you’re spreading your legs because you want more of me or because you’re all worked up seeing my brother down there.”
    One dark brow rose, mocking him. “What the hell does it matter? I’m here, and I’m horny. You’ve never cared before.” She lifted her bottom and wiggled it. “Fuck me, Alec. Maybe I won’t give you another chance.”
    Despite the gut-churning need to follow the movement of her ass, he kept his gaze glued to hers and narrowed his eyes. “You forget who’s in charge here. I think you need a little reminder whose cock is gonna fuck you.”
    She swallowed and licked her lips, her expression a little less sure of herself. “Now, how will you ever know who I’m creamin’ for? My thoughts are my own, Sheriff.”
    Alec stalked toward her, his hands slipping his belt free from its loops. “Baby, I’m gonna mark your sweet ass so every time you sit, you’ll only think of me.”

Chapter Six
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    “I t’ll be my cock pounding your sweet ass—my name you howl,” he said, his voice pitched low, each word fired like bullet.
    As he strode toward her, Stasia shivered at the hard jut of