Chapter 105
(ARLO)
The feel of his body heat radiating into me feels so fucking good. I am forced to stifle a whimper. It annoys me that my dick is hard as steel, and I can’t seem to control how my body reacts to him.
I remember the night we first met. I had a simple plan, to lure him out and jab the side of his neck with a needle. I failed terribly and instead, I let him fuck me. Ever since I met Miles, my lust has always been off the charts with him. I’m not sure what’s so different with him because I’ve never been like this with other alphas.
Miles stirs, and I go very still. I can sense that he is awake now. He is no longer asleep. I should probably move away but don’t want to leave the heat of his bulky body.
He reaches back and rests his palm on the curve of my ass and I stiffen. My mouth goes dry as I feel his hands glide lower and he rubs two fingers between my ass crack.
The noble thing to do is to tell him to get his fucking hands off me, but I can’t bring myself to. I stay silent. Every nerve of mine burns as his big palms squeeze my ass. I know what he wants. He is not even being subtle about it. The scary part of it is that I want it too. I want him to fuck me senseless right now. The lust I have for Miles makes no sense. It is insane. It is dangerous. He is my enemy, yet all I want is to roll over onto my stomach, stick up my ass and offer him my hole.
Sweat prickles my heated skin. My body is shaking and I feel feverish, almost like I’m in heat, but that is impossible. I’ve been on heat-suppressing pills for a while now. I only missed a few pills with all the drama happening between Miles and Dalton. But surely, a few missed pills wouldn’t stop the effectiveness of the pill completely. Or would they?
I shake my head trying to clear the lusty fog creeping into my head. He turns around and now we are facing each other. His warm plump lips are just inches away from mine. I feel drenched in his pheromones.
We start sharing heated breaths and I begin to tremble. I don’t know what the hell this is but something weird is happening inside me, and I can’t control it. I feel weak, submissive even. I want to give Miles whatever he wants from me, which makes no sense. Why would I want to? He is my enemy. I really hate him. I know I do. But why does my asshole clench and quake with the need for him to fix me? With my need to give him what he wants?
His usually dark eyes are now a light shade of brown. I hear a low growl rumble deep in his throat. His hand slips behind my head and his fingers begin to tangle my hair. I whimper. I fucking whimper. I should probably kick his groin or even punch him. I should yell at him. The only obvious thing to do is to warn him to stop touching me, but unfortunately, the only strength I have in me drives me to submit to him.
Miles presses himself onto me. My body is slick with sweat. His body is a million degrees now probably because he is about to hulk himself out of his clothes. But the heat could be due to entirely different reasons altogether.
The fact that our steel hard dicks are pressing together isn’t exactly helping the situation either.
“I hate you,” I whisper.
I graze my hands on his chest and feel how hard his heart is thumping. I swallow hard, which I’m sure he feels because he is holding my throat like he wants to choke me dead. His gaze slightly drops to where his hand is then guides its way up to my lips and then to my eyes. His pupils are blown.
What the hell is happening to me? And why is it suddenly so hot in here?
Something weird happens to my hands. I grip his chest, my fingers curling on the material of his shirt. He swallows hard and his breath shallows.
“Why do you hate me, Arlo?” he asks hoarsely.
“Because I growl, still pressing myself on his hard dick.
“Because what p>
I tug him with his shirt and because of the pull, he comes inches closer to me. His lips hover over mine until I can taste his minty breath.
“Because,” I gulp as my gaze curiously falls to his lips again. “Be…because…you…you are p>
“You don’t know why, do you?” his back arches and our chests bump together.
He doesn’t look offended at all. I expect him to resent me more than anything. Instead, he is baffled. Hungry. Every last muscle in my body is bunched up and blood is rushing to my ears.
Some force is holding us together. I don’t think I’m strong enough to fight it. Maybe neither is he p>
Against all rational thinking, my lips brush over his. Why would I do that? It happened anyway, and it prompts a low groan from Miles’ throat.
“Arlo,” he calls my name with a trembling breath. I part my lips over his and will him to kiss me. The way his plump bottom lip fits snugly in between mine, like a perfect, plush puzzle piece, I can’t help but give it a gentle, hesitant suck.
He snarls softly.
Miles.
My sworn enemy.
That noise. Jesus Christ p>
His grip around my throat loosens and my dick jerks. His hands fall slowly to my chest and begin to circle my nipples as I gape more so that he can deepen the kiss. And he does.
I kiss him a little ravenously. Because I can’t not. He is skilled. The way he uses his tongue and mouth is obscenely delirious. The feel of his hot tongue has me wanting to sink into his skin.
He rolls over me. His weight crushes me into the thin sagging mattress. All I can think about is his taste as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I suck on it feverishly. I can never get enough. This…this isn’t enough. I really like the feel of his tongue in my mouth. This is bad. Very bad.
His hands rub on my sides then he thrusts his hips against mine. There’s too much clothing between us which I don’t want. I want him. His skin. His warmth. Not clothes. I slip my hands under his shirt and sweater and run my lithe fingers over his muscular chest. If my fingers could absorb him, I would have already. I want him inside me in all ways. The need to take him and be taken is about to kill me. My body is on fire.
“Arlo,” he whispers, his voice quavering with immense lust. “Will you give me what I need p>
As if hypnotised, I nod and drop my hands to my slacks. “Fuck me, Miles…please. Fuck me p>