Chapter 5: The Door Opens

He kissed me like he had been starving for six weeks.

I kissed him back like I meant to hurt him.

My shirt came off over my head, and he dragged my bra down with his teeth.

His mouth closed over my breast, hot and wet, and I cried out and held his head against me.

"Lie back," I said.

He looked up at me, surprised, with his lip still bleeding.

Then he did it, and he lay across the bed with his hands open on the sheet.

It was the most dangerous thing I had ever seen him do.

I climbed onto him with a knee on either side of his hips.

His jeans were tight and hard under me, and I rocked against him just once to hear what he would do.

He groaned, long and rough, and his hands closed on my thighs.

"Lena," he said.

"Don't say it," I said. "Don't say my name."

"Then what do I say?"

"Nothing."

I opened his belt and shoved his jeans down, and his cock sprang up thick and heavy against his stomach.

I wrapped my hand around it and he swore.

I stroked him slowly, root to head, with my thumb in the wet at the tip.

His whole body shook.

"You're killing me," he said.

"Good."

I took off my own jeans and my underwear while he watched me with his jaw clenched.

His eyes went down my body.

"God, you're beautiful," he said, and I hated how it made my knees go weak.

I settled over him and took him in one long slow slide.

He stretched me so full that I stopped breathing, and my head fell back.

"Fuck," he said. "Fuck, you're tight."

"Shut up and let me."

I rode him, and my hands went flat on his chest.

Keep reading free with an account. Start My Alpha's Betrayal: Burning in the Flames of His Vengeance from Chapter 1, then sign up free to read the rest of this chapter.