Island Stripe Pride - Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Alex grinned around his mouthful of her breast, then he sucked. Even through the fabric, it was incredible. He did it again and again, long hard pulls that made her legs weak with needing. Maggie’s head hit the wall, but she didn’t care. Even through her shirt and bra, her entire body was aflame from the single, splendid suction of his mouth on her breast.
“Alex,” she whimpered, and hugged him tighter to her body.
He continued that wonderful tugging motion while his hands were busy with the fastening of her shorts. Thank God, they were elastic. Once undone, he grabbed her ass and lifted her up higher, claiming her mouth once more while he wrapped her legs around his trim waist.
Not one ounce of fat did she spy on his superb body. He was rock-hard muscle and raw power. Fuck, he was so gorgeous. And to think, he was kissing her like his life depended on it.
“Mmm,” she moaned, eyes wide as his talented fingers found their way down the front of her shorts.
“So hot and wet,” Alex growled, “your scent is driving me wild.”
His voice seemed even deeper than before as he petted her over the damp cotton of her panties. Maggie was incapable of speech. All she could do was hold on to his massive shoulders while he worked her over the thin material, finding her swollen, needy clit with ease.
“Want you so bad,” he said, and thrust his tongue into hers while he tapped on her little naughty little button.
“Alex,” Maggie moaned his name.
She wanted, no, she needed more. Her body ached for him. She rocked her hips slightly, demanding more contact. Then suddenly, like he read her mind, Alex’s finger pushed her panties to the side.
Maggie went wild the moment his blunted fingertips parted her sex lips, stroking along the seam until he finally touched her where she wanted him most.
“OH!” she yelled, but he swallowed the sound.
Thank fuck. She felt his growl reverberate through her entire body. Sucking on his tongue to keep from crying out. Her heart pounded furiously inside her chest, and blood roared in her ears as he played her with his thumb.
Circle, circle, tap, tap, tap.
Maggie could only hold on for the ride while he continued with the erotic torture. His shoulders were so much broader than she’d realized when he was pressed against her this way.
She felt tiny by comparison, and that was a novelty in itself. Never mind the thrilling sensations of being so close to him. Maggie had been kissed by men. Hell, she’d gotten to third base a time or two. But she’d never felt anything close to this.
Passion built like the tide. It grew and grew, threatening to drown her. But she was safe in his arms. She knew that like she knew her own name. Believed and trusted in it, in him, to see her through to the end.
“So ready for me. Aren’t you, kitten?” he growled and caught her bottom lip gently between his teeth.
Maggie’s lust glazed eyes met his, but she couldn’t answer for the life of her. It was as if something had taken over her body. She was a slave to his whims, willing to do anything and everything he wanted as long as he kept on.
As. Long. As. He. Never. Stopped. Touching. Her.
Then it happened. Maggie’s breath caught, mouth wide in a silent scream. She arched her back as wave after wave of glorious pleasure assaulted her nerves.
Fuck, she was coming. Hard and fast. Falling apart in Alex Kensington’s arms. And it was better than she’d imagined.
Alex continued to stroke her sex with long, languorous motions until she slumped against him, breathing heavily, utterly spent, and boneless. He pressed kisses to her forehead. Holding her against the wall, she was locked in his powerful embrace.
“Maggie,” he breathed her name, kissing her, still petting her, but she could not respond.
She simply did not have the strength. Maggie could not believe that had just happened. She pushed against his chest weakly, and as she’d figured, he did not budge.
Slipping his hand out of her shorts, he looked her in the eyes and licked each glistening digit. Her breath caught, and lust filled her blood once more. How was he doing this to her? She’d never once in her whole life wanted a man with such intensity.
“Been wanting to taste you since I saw you, kit,” he growled, “Mmm. You’re even sweeter than I imagined.”
The sudden, loud knocking and sequential opening of the office door had Alex, standing her on her feet, and turning around to block her with his body so quickly, had he not been directly in front of her, she would have fallen over.
“Hey Mags, I was just checking if you were okay in here?” Tim stood in the doorway, his eyes glowed gold with his Wolf as he took in their obvious positions.
She noted the growl in his voice and wondered why the Werewolf would be all proprietary over her when she’d hardly said more than two words to him in the last six months. It was strange, but she knew from her experience with Shifters that this was about to get worse.
Stepping out from behind Alex, she laid her hand on his chest when he would’ve pressed forward.
“Of course, Tim, thank you, but I’m fine. We are fine,” she looked at Alex, and noted the strain around his eyes and jaw.
If he clenched his teeth any harder, she was certain he’d break something. Instead of walking over to Tim, like she normally would have. Maggie stayed where she was and leaned into Alex’s side. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her against him, easing something inside them both.
“Okay,” Tim said, stopping his aggressive stance in favor of a smile, “Just making sure. Pack and all,” he winked then walked out of the office.
“What was that?” she turned to Alex.
“What?” he cocked his head to the side, waiting for an explanation, or so she’d assumed.
“You can’t ignore me for days, then kiss me-”
“That was so much more than kissing, kit. Like a preview or a promise of what I have in store for you, Maggie mine,” he stated, taking the wind out of her sails for a moment.
“Whatever,” she said, but there was no real oomph behind the word. She swallowed then continued, “It doesn’t give you the right to go caveman on me.”
“The hell it doesn’t,” he moved like lightning. She never saw him coming.
One second he was standing to the side, the next his big body was towering over her. Those long soccer player legs of his ate up the space between them in the blink of an eye.
“Listen to me, kit,” he held her arms firmly in his hands, but tenderly, gently, all the same, “I am staking my claim, not out loud yet. Not until you tell me I can. This is just between you and me. And between you and me, you might as well know why I went all caveman as you put it,” he dropped a hard kiss on her mouth, like he couldn’t help himself, and cursed softly before continuing.
“Fuck. Look, kit, my Tiger did not like his hands on you before, so yeah, I may have gone a little overboard with you in here, but that is because you’re mine.”
“I am not a thing to be owned-”
“No, you are not some thing to be owned, Maggie. You are a flesh and blood woman, my woman, and you’re meant to be cherished, protected, and loved. That’s right, kit, I said it. I know we aren’t there yet, but we will get there, don’t you worry,” he growled, “So when I kiss you, and when I make you fall apart in my arms like that you damn well better believe I’ll get all caveman on you. Your sighs, your scent, the glazed passionate look in your eyes, all of it, belongs to me and me alone. I won’t share you with anyone else, kit. I can’t.”
Holy fucking shit. Maggie couldn’t think straight. Did he really just say all that? He was staring at her lips again, and she wanted them on hers so badly, but first she really had to respond to all this misplaced machismo.
“You know, you sound like an ass when you say things like that,” she stated.
But if she were being totally honest, Maggie would tell him to say them again. Each and every word. Slower this time, so she could memorize them.
“I can live with that, kitten,” he smirked, “but just so you know, I’m your ass. Stripes and all.”
“You wish.”
“I know, kit. In here I know,” he patted his chest, and once again she felt her own heart ache in response.
“It’s not that easy, Alex. I am not that easy,” she narrowed her eyes and pushed against his chest harder, slightly disappointed when he moved.
He let her go, as she knew he would. If only he didn’t look so tempting standing there with his hair disheveled from where she’d pulled on it.
What could she say, really? He was a fantastic kisser. And, well, he was good at other things too. Damn good. She’d even left nail prints in his shoulders.
Ignoring those and the still hard length of him in his jogging shorts, Maggie turned around. She couldn’t allow herself to be seduced by his pretty words and a few heated touches.
“This isn’t over, Maggie,” he said, but she kept on walking right out of the office.
He’d made some sort of declaration in there. But that didn’t mean she had to go along with it.