Happily Ever Alpha: Until Sunrise (Kindle Worlds Novella)

by Sarah O'Rourke

  “It’s not even ten yet!” Waving my hand for emphasis toward the round clock on the wall by the door, I wondered if the man even had a concept of time.

  “Then let me take you to breakfast,” he countered with a shrug.

  “No,” I denied. “If you want me to spend tomorrow with you searching for a house, then today I need to get some things done,” I half-fibbed. While I had clients to meet with later in the day and a paycheck that depended on commissions, I had more than enough vacation time to take off the next two weeks if I wanted. If I spent any more time in his company, however, there was a good possibility I’d end up jumping his bones—a feat that, while enjoyable, wouldn’t help me discourage his intentions toward me in the least. I couldn’t help my own smile when Luka growled in frustration.

  “Jesus, you’re a tough chick to charm,” he muttered, shaking his head. “All that gorgeous wrapped up in such a headstrong package. I don’t think there’s a docile bone in your body, is there, babe?”

  “Nope,” I answered truthfully.

  “Good. Docile would be fucking boring.”

  “Uh huh,” I grunted, drumming my anxious fingers against the desk. “So, are we about done here? I do have some actual work to get done today, Mr. Templeton.”

  Chuckling, Luka offered me a slow nod. “I suppose. There’s really only one more thing.”

  Impatient to scoot him out the door, I looked up at him and lifted my eyebrows. “Which is?”

  “Just this, hummingbird,” Luka returned smoothly a split second before he pounced, his mouth swooping down to cover my unsuspecting lips.

  His kiss caught me off guard, and I was unprepared for the surge of desire that flooded my body as his tongue teased the seam of my lips, coaxing them to part and admit him inside the warm cavern of my mouth. As one of his large hands lifted to wind through my hair, I moaned against his lips as his tongue surged into my mouth to dance with mine. Lifting my arms to wrap around his neck, I couldn’t help arching my back to rub the tips of my aching breasts against his chest. “Luka,” I breathed as his free hand dropped to slide beneath the hem of my dress, his warm fingertips trailing against the tender flesh of my inner thigh.

  “Christ, gorgeous. I tried to restrain myself. I really did, but that sassy little mouth of yours was just too much of a fucking temptation for me to resist. I’ve never tasted anything even half as delicious as your lips… never felt anything as satisfying as having your mouth beneath mine. I need your kiss like I need my next breath of air. I can’t wait to find out if your pretty pussy is gonna taste as delicious as those sweet pink lips,” he whispered as he nibbled at the curve of my neck, the feel of his teeth against the arch of my throat turning my nipples to hard pebbles and pulling goosebumps to the surface of my skin.

  “Oh, my God. Don’t stop, Luka. Don’t you dare stop now,” I panted as his hand tightened in my hair, the slight tug offering a sliver of pain that felt sensual and erotic without actually hurting me.

  “You like that, sweetheart? Having my hand gripping this silky red hair?” he asked, nipping the shell of my ear.

  “Yes,” I gasped, nearly whimpering in ecstasy as Luka’s talented lips rubbed against my collar bone, causing the hollow ache between my legs to intensify. Rubbing my thighs together, I tried to use the friction to dull the ache, but only succeeded in making it worse, the wet slide of my drenched panties against the smooth skin of my waxed mound nearly driving me insane. “I ache, Luka,” I whimpered, shuddering when I felt the wet slide of his tongue painting a trail from the hollow of my neck to the swell of my exposed cleavage.

  “Shhh, baby, I’ll take care of you. Always,” Luka’s husky voice soothed as his dark head descended again, his kiss-swollen lips hungrily sucking one of my erect nipples through the material of my dress. I knew his mouth would leave a wet stain against the fabric, but it was a small price to pay for the white hot pleasure he was creating for me. I could always throw on a sweater later to hide the evidence of our tryst.

  One kiss blended into another, but soon mere kisses weren’t enough to sate either of us. Our appetites had grown too ravenous. We were both too greedy for the pleasure we found in each other’s bodies. Wrenching his mouth from mine, Luka’s chest rose and fell quickly as his hot breath fell in soft gusts against my cheek. “I need more of you, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as he pressed a damp kiss to the fluttering pulse in my neck.

  “You mean h-here? You want to do it here?” I questioned shakily, my eyes widening as I stared up into his black-as-night gaze while my fingers nervously tugged at the lapels of his suit coat. Normally, eyes that dark would have frightened me, but not his. No, never his. His eyes were the kind of dark that you almost felt could wrap you up in a heavy cloak of protection. They glowed with a kind of leashed ferocity, but I instinctively knew that fierceness would only ever be used to defend me, never against me. I couldn’t explain it, but what I saw burning in his eyes made me feel safe in a way that made me want to crawl in his arms and never leave. Those eyes of his had the ability to settle me…steady me. It was a strange, scary thought for a woman with a severe commitment phobia.

  “Not everything, gorgeous. When I take you for the first time, I definitely want the space to spread you out. For now, I just want us to play a little. Let me help you relieve that ache I know you’ve got and dirty you up just a bit,” he explained while he spun my rolling chair toward him and pulled my body against his.

  “O-okay.” Pressing my head back against the leather headrest pillowing my head, I allowed myself to do something I previously would have thought was unthinkable—I rode the wave of sensation he was building, abandoning myself to the inferno he’d built within me. Because, screw it. I wanted to burn. I needed to feel those passionate flames blistering my flesh. Why shouldn’t I allow myself to at least have this much? My former good-girl image was likely already permanently tarnished. After all, I was getting ready to let a guy diddle me behind the locked door of my office, I reminded myself as I felt Luka’s calloused palm sliding up my leg toward the Promised Land. It was safe to say that Luka Templeton was going to thoroughly corrupt me. Forget dirtying me up. I couldn’t wait for Luka to show me just how good filthy could feel.

  “Fuck, I need to touch you, gorgeous,” Luka growled against my temple as he inhaled deeply. “You’ve got no idea what kind of effect this sinful body has on mine,” he groaned, lightly pinching my hard nipple with the thumb and forefinger of his free hand.

  “I don’t?” I blinked slowly, my eyes all wide wonder and timid innocence as I shifted my intrepid hand to lightly cover the huge bulge in his trousers.

  “Naughty girl,” Luka crooned, his words more amused praise than rebuke. “I don’t think you’re nearly as shy as you’re pretending to be. You’re forgetting you’ve already shown me that resting bitch face of yours. I know exactly how devious that mind of yours can be.”

  “Oh, yeah,” I muttered, scrunching my nose. Luka’s wicked smile gave me strength to continue, and I carefully squeezed the weight of his erection in my hand. Dear Lord, he felt huge in my hand, and I couldn’t help wishing I had the courage to pull him free of his slacks. Unfortunately, my bravery had its limits and I’d already met it for the day. Fondling his incredible cock was as gutsy a move as I was willing to make.

  I couldn’t hide my grin when Luka inhaled deeply as my fingers contracted around his thick girth. “Easy there, little one,” he cautioned softly, his hips jerking involuntarily against my hand.

  “Why? You scared?” I teased, rubbing my thumb against the tiny dot of moisture I felt seeping through the material of his pants.

  “Fuck, yeah. I’m terrified you’re gonna make me cum in my pants like a twelve year old boy with his first Playboy magazine,” Luka admitted ruefully. “Where you’re concerned, I have no self-control. I’m pretty sure the feel of your little hand on my dick is gonna be my Kryptonite, gorgeous.”

  The thrill his admission gave me was indescribable
. I wasn’t a woman that had a lot of confidence where the opposite sex was concerned and knowing that I had the power to make Luka that horny sent a surge of adrenaline zinging through my veins. It encouraged me and made me want to see how many other ways I could make his sculpted body react to me.

  “But I think it’s time I concentrated on my amazing woman, don’t you?” he continued, brushing his lips against mine as his fingers tickled my satin-covered folds. “You gonna let me put my hands underneath these soaked panties and make you come, my hummingbird?” he asked, teasing the pad on his index finger over the slick spot my arousal had left on my bikini briefs.

  “Mmm hmmm,” I hummed, rocking my panty-clad pussy against his hand as I tried to gain some relief for this clawing ache inside me. Jesus, I’d never had a man make me feel this frantic for his touch. My need for him was like an itch that I couldn’t scratch, a need I couldn’t assuage. And I had a feeling only one thing would… me finally surrendering to this overwhelming passion. In that moment, I would have made any promise or committed any sin just to keep Luka’s hands on my body. Somehow, I’d become dependent on those warm caresses, and like a true addict jonesing for her next fix, I was dying to experience every stroke of his fingers against my flesh.

  “Thatta girl,” Luka encouraged against my lips while two of his big, blunt fingers slithered past the gusset of my panties and stroked over the dewy folds of my pussy. “You’re fuckin’ dripping for me. Gives a man like me all matter of fantasies, babe. Tonight, I know I’ll be dreaming about sinking balls deep into this creamy pussy,” he rasped, biting my lower lip in a way that was playful while still putting his stamp of ownership on me.

  “Ahh, Luka!” I moaned as his fingers circled, just barely grazing my throbbing clit.

  “If you like that, you’ll love this,” he assured me, the breath from his dark chuckle fluttering my hair as his index and middle finger skirted my achy nub once more before moving down to my entrance and sliding into my slick heat, his long fingers testing my depths. I fought a building moan as I felt those wicked digits dragging against the walls of my pussy, the slight burn of having his fingers stretch my untried pussy only adding to the erotically charged moment. “Ride those fingers, gorgeous,” Luka ordered, his already dark gaze turning stormy as he thrust into me again. “Show me how you’ll ride my cock when I finally give it to you.”

  I had no comeback for that so I let my body do the talking, lifting my hips to take his fingers deeper. I hissed out a breath as he filled me, unused to feeling so full. “Oh, right there!” I begged, holding my breath as he curled his digits and stroked against a magical, hidden spot I’d never found on my own before—even with the aid of my vibrator friend, Buzzmoor Fillmeup. Throwing my head back as my hips lurched out of the chair to meet his hand, I moaned. “Luka, don’t stop!”

  “A pack of rabid wolves couldn’t drag me out of here, gorgeous. Don’t you worry about that. All I want you focused on is letting yourself go. I wanna feel you come apart against my hand, Chelle. So goddamn beautiful. So fuckin’ perfect that I can’t decide if I want to wrap you in cotton so nothing can ever hurt you again or fuck you hard against the nearest wall so you know who you belong to,” Luka murmured, staring into my eyes before dropping his gaze to watch his fingers pumping in and out of me.

  “If I get a say, I’m gonna go with the wall thing,” I voted, burying my nails in the back of his neck as his fingers twisted inside me and sent a bolt of pleasure down my spine. I sounded winded even to my own ears and I knew I wouldn’t survive his special brand of torture much longer without my head exploding.

  “Don’t tempt me, baby,” he growled before he covered my mouth with his again, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy as he continued his sensual assault.

  Part of my mind screamed to throw the brakes on this sexy interlude, but a bigger part—the side I knew I was going to let win—urged me to let things play out. Especially if there was a big ol’ orgasm waiting for me at the end of Luka’s rainbow. Because even a virgin understood that a really good orgasm was a ton better than any stinkin’ pot of gold.

  So I was going for it. Getting mine, as the poets said. Well, the poets would say it if poetry and porn were the same thing.

  At any rate, between Luka’s mouth devouring mine, his fingers thrusting inside me, and his thumb circling my clit in a rhythmic movement that nearly had my eyes rolling back in my head, I was poised on the edge of something great.

  “Stop thinking so hard,” I heard Luka chide as his lips smiled against mine.

  “That’s like telling the Pope not to pray,” I giggled, moaning as he tapped his thumb against my clit in warning.

  Lifting his head, Luka’s smile was dazzling as he smiled down at me. “How about we not talk religion when I’m trying to finger bang you,” he suggested, wiggling his inky eyebrows. “Kinda a boner killer, hummingbird.”

  Glancing at the sizeable bulge pushing against his fly, I seriously doubted much could diminish that erection, but I wasn’t going to argue when nirvana was hovering in front of me. “Noted,” I panted as I lifted my hips against his hand, chasing my climax the same way a woman chases after a chocolate bar during crisis, which was to say with great dedication and single-minded focus. Moving my hands to grip his shoulders as my entire body began to tighten, I cried out as the first wave of bliss cascaded over me.

  “There it is,” Luka whispered against the corner of my mouth. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Uh huh,” I whimpered, my body still at the mercy of the climax pulsing through my body. “So, so, so good.”

  “Just think, you can have this feeling any time you want it, hummingbird,” Luka crooned, his lips moving to my ear. “All you have to do is admit your mine,” he breathed, the warm burst of his humid breath pulling a shiver from me that had nothing to do with the temperature.

  Breathing hard, I shook my head and licked my lips as I caught his eyes with my own. “You’re good, Luka,” I admitted. “But I’m not getting lured to the dark side.”

  “Why not?” he asked, slowly pulling his shiny fingers from my still convulsing pussy before lifting them to his lips. “I have it on good authority that they hand out killer orgasms on the dark side.” He grinned as he sucked on his fingers, still shimmering with my release. “And they taste delicious,” he added with an appreciative groan.

  My eyes widened as I watched him, unsure what the protocol was for watching the man that had just given you a world-class orgasm lick the evidence of my desire off his fingers as casually as if he were eating a hamburger. I decided a horrified look followed by a nervous giggle was the way to go. “I can’t believe I just let you do that to me,” I muttered under my breath. “We’re in my office, for goodness sake! There are actually people just outside! Oh, my God! What if my boss heard us!” I worried out loud, pointing toward the closed door.

  “I’d say his reaction probably depends on how big a commission he thinks you can score him tomorrow,” Luka surmised with a lazy shrug. “Based on that groan I made when you rubbed my dick, he probably thinks it’s a safe bet you can convince me to buy just about any property he represents. And you know what else?” Luka asked, propping his hand against the back of my chair and leaning toward me.

  “What?” I whined, cringing on the inside because Luka was more than likely right. My boss was a prick who only truly cared about the size of the commission I could score him.

  “He’d be right. Give you anything you want, Michelle. That’s a fact.”

  Crap, this guy really was too perfect to be real and too good to be true. I needed time to think. Clearly. Without my outlook being clouded by his talented fingers rocking my effing WORLD!!

  That meant Luka had to go. Like right now!!

  I stood quickly and put a hand to his chest, lightly shoving him back. “You don’t even know me, Luka. Not really.”

  “I know enough,” he contended, lifting his chin while he offered me a hot stare. “I know you look
hot as fuck when you abandon yourself to pleasure and forget to act like you’re indifferent to me. I know you taste like the sweetest kind of sin when you cum on my hand. I know your hearts been cracked by parents that should have treated it like gold. I know you’re the woman I want at my side or in my bed until the end of my days. I know you’re the person I want to share all my secrets—both the silly and the sordid ones. I know I want to have all my new adventures with you. I know you’re the girl I want to tell all my old stories to until we’re both old and grey[AO12] and you know them all by heart. I know that more than that, I want to make new, even better memories with you that we’ll experience together. I know enough, Michelle, because everything I really need to know is right there on your face.”

  Smoothing a hand over my hair, I stared at the worn industrial carpet beneath my feet and searched for something witty to say. I’d never been good at glib, so I wasn’t too shocked when I came up with nothing. Instead, I mumbled an unhappy, “Whatever.”

  “Hummingbird, I want to break your bed, not your heart. Give me a chance here.”

  Lifting my gaze to his solemn face, I saw the sincerity burning in his eyes. “If I agree, you’ll go now and give me the evening[AO13] to think? Without any surprise ambushes tonight?” I added, knowing full well that if I didn’t clarify, Luka would be standing on my doorstep after work.

  Luka sighed heavily. “I suppose,” he consented with obvious reluctance. “But you should be aware that Maybelle’s chef is serving Baked Alaska for tonight’s dessert. It’s a pity you won’t at least allow me a small visit. I could deliver.”

  “Maybelle’s doesn’t deliver.”

  “Maybelle’s doesn’t. I do. Especially to a gorgeous woman I’m hoping to convince to marry me.”

  My eyes bulged. “I haven’t even agreed to date you yet, buddy. I wouldn’t press my luck. And you can keep your Baked Alaska. It’s too fussy for me.”

  “Then I’ll have him change the menu,” Luka offered instantly. “How do you feel about chocolate soufflé?”