Chapter 9: Touch Me

Linnea's POV

"Then I'm saying," I told him again, because he had not moved.

He stood with his back against the door I had just shut.

His eyes had gone amber, and his bandaged arm hung at his side.

"Say what you mean, Linnea."

"Touch me."

"Where?"

"Everywhere you want to."

The breath went out of him in a rough sound, and he crossed the room in two steps.

His hands closed on my face.

They were hot, and they shook.

He kissed me, and it was not gentle.

His mouth was hard on mine and his tongue pushed past my lips.

I opened for it and pulled him down by the front of his coat.

I had been struck and shoved and kicked and held down, but I had never been kissed.

I climbed him until I could not get any closer.

He lifted me by the backs of my thighs and carried me to the bed.

My cuffs knocked against his shoulders.

The iron was warm, and it hummed against his skin, and he hissed and did not let go.

"It burns you," I said.

"Keep them on me."

He laid me down and stripped my dress up and over my head in one pull.

He tore his own coat off, then his shirt, and the bandage on his arm was dark with seep.

He did not look at it.

He looked at me, naked on the Alpha's blanket, and his chest heaved.

"Look at you," he said, hoarse. "Fuck."

His mouth went to my throat, and then my breasts, and he sucked one nipple hard between his lips and then the other.

I arched off the bed and a sound came out of me that I did not know I could make.

His hand slid down my belly.

He cupped me between my legs, and I was already soaked.

"You're so wet," he said against my skin. "You're so fucking wet for me."

Two thick fingers pushed into my pussy, slowly, and I cried out and gripped the sheet in my iron-bound fists.

He worked them in and out while his thumb found my clit and circled it.

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