Free When Angels Fall by AJ Hampton

air. Her long, lean legs were the perfect height for him to take something she ’ d admitted she didn ’ t really want to do .
    The look on her face when she glanced over her shoulder, liquid brown eyes glassy with the lingering effects of orgasm overdose, destroyed the man and ensnared the beast. Forcing her head straight, he ordered her not to talk. He lifted her hips, bringing her onto the tips of her toes. He used a travel-sized bottle of baby oil, and ignored the tight, sudden tensing of her muscles when the cool oil leaked down the crack of her ass.
    She protested, as she ’ d had earlier in the night when he ’ d shoved a finger inside her dark hole. This time he was going to make her want it. She ’ d whimpered, but he hadn ’ t much cared, not when he ringed his finger around the hole, massaging and preparing her.
    Teasing the entrance, he played with her pussy until she writhed and begged, until she reared back, seeking penetration. He wasn ’ t going to let her come again until he had her the way he wanted her. Slowly, he ’ d pushed h is finger past the tight ring of muscles at her anus.
    From one to two, two to three, he ’ d gotten her nice and ready. She ’ d told him to stop. Three times. He ’ d replied with the simple truth, stop wasn ’ t their safe word. Peter wouldn ’ t have forced her, but he wasn ’ t above manipulating her. By the time he ’ d p ressed his cock into her virgin hole, she had been begging for him to fill her.
    Slow at first, he ’ d intended to take it easy. And he had. Until he ’ d lost control. He closed his eyes, gripped her hips and pounded into her. She pushed her ass against him, anticipating the thrusts, egging him on , God damn her. Ten minutes in her dark passage had him unloading in her ass and crying out like a bitch.
    Pulling out of her ravished passage, watching the cum leak down her trembling thigh as she collapsed against the counter in front of her, had made him feel like an asshole. Despite his internal promise to stay detached and in charge, he ’ d gathered her in his arms. T he apology he murmured against her sweat-slicked throat was sincere. She ’ d trusted him and he ’ d lost control. If she cared, she was too far gone to voice it. The shower was hot, the spray a thousand needles on his sensitive skin.
    He soaped her skin to ease her soreness, hoped it would wash away his guilt. He kissed each mark he ’ d left on her body in silent apology. From that point forward , as if they hadn ’ t been bad already, things went to hell. Damn her. He blamed her silent tears, the breathless way she gasped his name when his hand unerringly found her swollen sex. Ridden hard and thoroughly abused she spread her legs, silently asking for more.
    She grazed her nails up his water - slicked back, coaxing a line of goose bumps in her wake. Lifting on the tips of her toes, her hard-tipped breasts pressed against his chest. Between them, his cock jerked. The tables turned. From his shoulder to his neck, she trailed a path of pure fire with her mouth . No one touched the Alpha ’ s neck. No one, except Eva. Her first kiss was tentative, as if she knew the rules and decided to break them anyway. The second was harder and sped his heart. She nipped his throat, the sweet bite more erotic then if she ’ d palmed his erection.
    He should have pushed her away. He should have spun her around, pressed her face to the slick wall and shown her what it meant to be his submissive all over again . Instead, he threaded his hand through her sopping wet hair and clutched her closer. As if encouraged, her tongue traced his jugular before her teeth closed down.
    His words, “ I can ’ t get enough of you, ” had been innocent enough, excusable, but he hadn ’ t stopped there.
    “ You ’ re the most beautiful creature I ’ ve ever seen. ”
    “ I need you. ”
    “ Please. ”
    Peter Marx had res ort ed to begging.
    One last time, up against the slick wall with the steam