This time it didn't hurt.
It didn't feel wrong. It felt like he was drawing out every one of my secrets, every one of my fears, and swallowing them down, leaving nothing but longing and need in their place.
One of his hands came up to wrap around the back of my neck and he held me still, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and devouring me.
His alpha heat was almost too much, searing me from the inside, like his cock would if he threw me down on the bed or the floor, or turned me and shoved me face-first against the wall and took me then and there…
And if he had, right then I wouldn't have wanted to stop him.
I wrenched my head to the side, breaking the kiss with the last of my willpower.
I couldn't do this. I couldn't give in to this, take the path of least resistance, let my frustration and my body's weakness and need take over like this. I knew what happened when an alpha took what he wanted.
