The Silver Crescent Alpha Prince

"But I would love to tell you that your reaction is adorable," said Brantley, as he covered her again with his quilt. The warmth infusion resumed and she relaxed. 

Her lips curved up and her cheeks flushed hot. Thankfully it was dark. She diverted the topic. "So how do you know about Matt?" She would be mortified if he knew that she pursued the son of a celebrity also. 

As if reading her mind, he said, "I also know about that celeb crush of yours." 

Mortified was an understatement. That guy suffered terrible injuries in between his hips. She closed her fists into balls for being utterly and thoroughly flustered. 

"Sleep now Bia," he said softly curling his arm around her again. "We have a long day tomorrow and right now your body is as tense as a bowstring." 

But sleep was the last thing in her mind. How could she sleep… with him so close to her? She shivered. His hand was now sprawled on her stomach. 

"If you like I can help you with a good night's sleep. It would be so good that you wouldn't see dreams." 

"I am perfectly fine. I don't need help to sleep." But all she wanted was him to kiss her. No. It was her wolf. And she was having troubles handling her wolf. 

"I don't think that you would be able to sleep on your own. Also, don't have second thoughts about my abilities to make you sleep, sweetheart, because then I will be pushed to prove myself." 

She grunted. 

"Okay, challenge accepted sweetheart. But when you fall off to sleep, you have to admit that I helped you." 

She rolled her eyes. 

Suddenly his hand, which she was acutely aware of on her stomach, started moving south and settled right above her navel. He started creating small circles over there and Bianca's mind, no body, was blown. "What are you doing?" she asked even though she pushed herself in his hands. This was so intimate, so… good.

"I said I would make you sleep. That's what I am doing?" 

"How would that little disturbance make me sleep?" It couldn't. She was beginning to get wet and how could she let him know how wet she was. 

"Aha! That's the part you have to discover." 

She started to remove his hand but his hand went beneath her shorts and her mouth became shut as a jolt of electricity passed through her. Did he also feel it? He started moving his fingers over there softly and she willed herself into not shoving herself in his hands. He removed his hand from there and traced it all the way to her breasts, the swell of which he fingered fondly, never reaching her nipples, which were straining against the fabric of her shirt, shouting, craving for his touch. The entire sensation was mind blowing. 

"If this is your idea of making me sleep, then Brantley you need lessons on how to make people sleep," she said breathlessly. 

"Hush. Try to relax Bia," he said and lowered his lips to her neck. She didn't know why, but she let her body go loose. He took his hand back to the navel and then below it. She tried to say something, but he raised his face from behind and brushed her cheeks with his lips. "I love them when your cheeks become pink for me," he said, feeling her heat. 

A shiver ran down her spine and it stopped in between her thighs. She clenched them. 

"Do you know why you let me kiss you on that sixteenth birthday?" he asked. 

Her mind was in a tizzy. All focus was on his fingers. She didn't know what he was saying, but she caught the word 'kiss'.

"Because your wolf had recognized me as your mate and it wanted to break free." He nibbled her neck and grazed them with his teeth. "So be free again. Unleash it. I am ready." 

She closed her eyes tight. She wanted all this to go the normal boy-meets-girl way, but when were things ever normal for her? 

His hand moved between her thighs and suddenly he cupped her sex. 

Her body bucked. The sensation was exhilarating. Bianca's heart pounded against her chest so wildly that she was breathless. And she loved it. Gods, was her wolf going mad? She gripped the pillow with her hands. 

"You are soaking for me, Bia," he whispered with feral possessiveness and pulled her tight against his chest. Her hips settled against his shaft and a deep rumble formed in his chest, which came out against her neck sending hot shivers. He opened her folds for the first time and spread her wetness around. Though she couldn't see anything in the blackness of the room, she could feel everything. She loosened herself without thinking how she even reached this point. His fingers moved down there lazily and she pushed against them. 

How could she sleep in this position? Her heart was racing, her head was scattered and the man was touching and pinching and rubbing her folds. She moved her hips back and then front as if she didn't want to lose the touch of his fingers. He cupped her again and then his palm brushed her clit. "You are so ready Bia," he growled in her ear. "And I want to taste you." 

Shit. She was going to die this very night. She wanted to tell her family that she died a virgin… that this is what he should write on her tomb. 

He was relentless. His fingers… his palm… against her flesh, against her clit… they were driving her crazy and she didn't want it to stop… ever. 

"Would you like me to taste you, sweetheart?" he whispered in her ear. 

Her eyes became heavy-lidded and she thrust her hips in the cradle of his hips. He growled and he brought his fingers to her clit. He opened her folds over there to seek it and then rubbed it. "I wish I could suck you over there," he said. 

And his dirty talk aroused her into moving her hips against his shaft. She was aware of his hardness and still she shamelessly grounded against it. The pleasure, the ache and the pressure that built in her—she had to chase it. His hands on her felt so right. His presence near her was consuming. She melted into a hot pool of liquid. 

"Do you like it Bianca?" he asked. 

She moaned. 

"I will take that as a yes. I would love to feel inside you Bia," he said as he buried his face inside her hair. "I can't imagine— can't imagine how that would feel." 

She shuddered at his intimacy. 

"I would love to get inside you. Plant my cock in you. I want my mouth on you when you come when I tongue-fuck you. I want to know how you taste Bianca." 

She gripped his arm that was beneath her neck and was now acting as her pillow. Her nails dug into his skin. 

"Fuck!" he breathed. "You want that Bianca." 

She moaned and then buried her head in his forearm as she started panting. 

"I want to put my fingers in you," he said in a husky voice. "And I want you to ride them. I want to put my tongue in you and want you to come all over it. But right now you can ride my hand." 

She lost self-control. Her fangs sharpened.