Fatal Temptation: Between Two Alphas

Chapter 52

Chapter Fifty-Two

JACE

We’re in Mia’s house.

As Morgan explained, she’d warded the place herself and its protections against those who would wish

harm would extend to her and us too, as we are within its walls.

Every space, she explained, has a fingerprint.

I’m not sure I really understand what that means, but if we can burn the daylight here and not risk

exposure before approaching her coven’s corporation, I am all for it.

This mission will be hard enough without worrying about civilian engagement or dealing with enemies

prior to even breaching the laboratories.

The schematics will get us past the loading bays and we can steal a rig from one of the many shipping

depots in the area. Morgan can spell any security or guards as we roll up so we don’t trip the alarm.

Once we’re in the loading bay, we’ll have access into the main building.

She knows the layout from there for where to go, and Jacob will gain access to their computers in the

shipping bay so he can access their mainframe and obliterate our trail.

If all goes to plan, we’ll be in and out before anyone even realizes.

The guys have raided the fridge and Declan’s cooking up a storm.

They have a basketball game on the tv.

I’m in Mia’s room.

It’s a nice space. Simple, but with soft pillows and a pale lavender accent wall. It fits her. Unpretentious

but still pretty.

“You hiding out, wolf?” Morgan asks.

She comes in.

I’m lying on the bed with my arms crossed behind my head.

I don’t expect her to lie out beside me, her head on her elbow, so when she does, it takes my mind in a

totally different direction.

This is Morgan.

We are alone.

In a bed.

Thane rumbles.

He likes where this is heading.

“How do you feel about this plan?” I ask her.

She gives a small shrug. “We’ll have the element of surprise. And it’s not been long, so they won’t be

expecting me to come back given how I was excommunicated when I left.”

“I don’t want you tangled up in this. You can tell us where to go. Jacob can handle the security.”

“No. It’s too risky. You need me for this.”

I don’t like the danger for her. “You should stay here. We can figure it out. Or better yet, get your ass

back to Montana. They can’t touch you on our lands.”

She reaches out and traces my bicep through my shirt. “My own big bad wolf to protect me.”

“I will, Morgan, to my last breath.” Her eyes go wide with surprise, like she can’t believe what she’s

hearing, and I keep talking, “But you’re a powerful woman. You don’t need any man to protect you.”

She nods. “I appreciate that. And …what you said.”

She’s blushing.

“Come here.”

She leans right into me, her arms looping around my neck, her breasts pushing against my chest.

I draw back. “Lose the glamour. I want it to be just you and me.”

She looks uncertain for a moment and then her face changes. Those subtle, sweeter features coming

through. She can be anyone at will, but there is nothing sexier than the female in front of me. With her

too stubborn chin, and that dusting of freckles. And eyes that aren’t as bright as they were before, but

that are somehow more attractive for as clear and soft as they appear to be.

I growl as I close my eyes and claim her mouth.

She matches my passion.

Hands dragging over my chest, pulling at my back. My shirt is tugged free of my waistband and then

she’s drawing it over my head. The moment my chest is bare, her mouth is tasting and taking, burning

a path from my neck down to my abs and back up again.

She won’t rush this. No. This woman is bewitching me, and she doesn’t need a spell or chant or

anything more than that lush fucking mouth of hers and her irresistible body.

When she finally unbuckles my jeans, I hiss out a breath.

“Where you taking this, Morgan?”

Her smile is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Then she’s getting rid of my pants and freeing my cock.

She strokes and grips, finding the pressure and pace I like most and I don’t have to say a word. She

learns my body and plays me perfectly.

When she adds the suction of her mouth and twirls of her tongue, I almost lift off the bed.

She laughs and the humm of it I feel clear to my balls.

“Damn baby.”

She uses her hands and mouth, a slow and steady motion that has my body tightening and me

centering every bit of will I have not to shoot my seed down her throat. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

I take it for as long as I can.

“Get up here.” I tell her.

She pouts but lifts off, no doubt sensing how close I am.

“Strip.”

She does. Slowly.

It isn’t some tacky dance but instead a defiant display.

She stands up and steps away from the bed.

She pulls her shirt off slowly. Runs her hands over her bra and cups her own breasts. Her hands trace

down her stomach and back to her breasts again, because she likes it and isn’t ready to move on just

yet.

I watch, captivated.

“Witch,” I mutter.

She smiles.

Then she’s undoing her pants and sliding them down her long legs. The bra hits the floor next. She

turns around in a full circle, arms outstretched and inviting me to look. Her tits are amazing. Not too big.

Rounded with nice nipples. She pauses with her back to me. The sultry look she throws over her

shoulder has my wolf howling to take her–to take her fast.

Morgan grabs the waistband of her panties then bends over to drag them down.

My gaze is glued to her ass, to her pussy and all the ways I want to fuck her from behind with her

standing up, just like that.

“Get over here,” I growl.

She moves back onto the bed.

“Suck me again.”

She goes to resume her position and I catch her hips. “No. Like this.”

I drag her legs over my shoulders, so her mouth is inches away from my cock, and her pussy is in front

of my face. Her breasts are pressed against my stomach.

She sucks a breath. I’ve knocked her off kilter.

Good. That makes two of us.

I breathe deep, making sure she hears me and she sucks a nervous little breath.

That’s right. There isn’t going to be a single secret between us.

When her full lips close around my tip, I lift up my hips, making her take all of it. At the same time, I

feast on her flesh, my tongue molding to her center.

The dual assault surprises her and she gasps around my dick.

She’s hot. Wet.

Her legs start trembling around my neck.

I slide two fingers into her and draw back to smooth her wetness over her clit and further back to her

ass.

She jumps.

I clamp down on her legs. From this position, she can’t move. She can only take what I’m giving her.

She whimpers.

I swirl my tongue around her clit, getting her used to my touch. I keep my fingers shallow, rubbing tiny

circles on that part of her inner wall that has her legs shaking. My other hand…I press at her other hole

with my thumb. Not enough to enter, just enough so she knows I can. I will. Not this time. But one day.

She makes some confused sound of pleasure.

And comes all over my face.

I guide her through it, soaking up every sound and tremble, knowing that it’ll take me a lifetime and this

one bit of a pleasure won’t come close to satisfying me or my wolf.

“Again,” I tell her.

I move my mouth to bite at her ass cheeks, my hands still on her, in her, so there’s no real break.

She shudders.

On the next orgasm, she goes boneless. I savor that and her heady scent.

I run my hands along her thighs and hips. I press little kisses at the curve of her ass before leaning

back to look, because this position is sexy as fuck, and I never want to forget it. I wait for her breathing

to even out and I’m planning to take her under again, when she does something new with her hands

and mouth.

I hiss a breath.

She pauses for a fraction of a second then she redoubles her efforts. She works over my cock with her

mouth and some combination hand motion that has me gasping for air.

Her laugh is dark and delighted and challenging.

And though we don’t have much time, I’m going to savor every second.