Alpha Betrayed: A Dark Shifter Romance

Juliet

His lips are everything.

My fuel, my comfort, my reason for keeping up the fight.

He tastes like home and hope and my body is so happy to see him that in seconds my skin is shining bright enough to light up the entire back seat.

"Sorry, I can't help the glow," I whisper as he slips his hand beneath my towel, cupping my bare b****t in his hand, making me moan.

"Don't apologize," he says as he rolls my n****e between his fingers, making me grind harder against the hard length behind his fly. "This is the best thing that's happened to me since the last time I kissed you. I love you so much, Growly. I love you and I need you and I can't wait until this is all we have on our plates. I just want to dive into you and not come up for air for a week."

"At least a week," I agree, fumbling for the close of his pants, but the button is trapped beneath the bottom of his heavy Kevlar vest. "Off." I tug at the vest. "Everything off."

"We can't f**k in a parking lot," he says, making me growl as I wiggle my hips into closer contact with his erection.

"Yes, we can," I insist. "We'll be quick. No one will even notice, and we'll be done before Layla and Catherine get back. I just need to feel you inside me. I need you so bad, Ford."

"I need you, too," he says, his breath rushing out as I drag my teeth along the skin at his neck. "But I also need a condom or I'm going to come in you, and I didn't think to bring any condoms to the jailbreak party."

"F**k it, come inside me, it's fine," I say, so desperate for him that I'm not thinking straight. "I won't get pregnant from one time without a condom."

"I'm pretty sure that's what everyone who's ever gotten pregnant from one time without a condom said." He captures my face in his hands, guiding me back far enough to catch my gaze. "And I know you're not ready for that right now. But I can get you off. I'd f*****g love to get you off. I want to eat your p***y until I'm drowning in you, Jules. I want the taste of you all over my tongue."

Before I can argue that tongues are nice, but dick is better, he's pushed me onto my back in the roomy back seat and settled between my legs. And then his mouth is on where I'm already wet and aching and my head starts to spin.

I arch into his tongue, gasping as he grips my a*s cheeks tight in his big hands and pulls me closer, closer, until I can feel his teeth grinding against my clit through his lips. Then his tongue is spearing into my core with sharp, soul-melting thrusts, and I decide I might like tongues more than I thought.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

I might love them, in fact, as long as they belong to Ford.

Ford's tongue, Ford's hands, Ford's voice murmuring that I'm so f*****g sweet he'll never get enough of me-they all combine to send me spiraling into an o****m so intense that for a second, I can't breathe. All I can do is writhe under him as my jaw drops in a silent scream of pleasure.

By the time I'm able to pull in enough air to cry out, his hand is over my mouth, muffling the sound as I buck into his lips and come and come until it feels like I'm floating in a sea of warm, boozy sparkles. "Drunk," I say afterward, chest heaving as I catch my breath. "You make me feel drunk. But in a good way. Way better than alcohol."

"And no hangover," he says, kissing me with the taste of my own salt and heat still lingering on his tongue.

I reach for his pants again as we continue to kiss, but he guides my hand away. "Let me touch you," I mumble against his lips. "It's your turn. I want to get you off."

"I can wait," he says. "Layla and Catherine could be back any second, and I don't want to share that part of our relationship with anyone else."

"So, no threesomes, then?" I tease, dragging my nails over the throbbing bulge beneath his zipper. "I can't bring another man into our bed for a little variety now and then?"

"Not if you want him to leave the bed with his dick and limbs still attached to the rest of him," he says, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from his c**k. "Seriously, I can't share you, Juliet. I won't

share. I want you all for myself, and I want the entire world to know I'm the only one who gets to f**k this p***y. I want our pack and our friends and everyone else to know that you're mine and I'm yours and nothing is getting between us."
"I think that's wise," I say, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before sitting up and pulling my towel back around me. "The sooner the world knows we're a united front, the better. I'm betting we could find someone to help us take care of that once we land in Wyoming. Everyone and their mother has officiant credentials these days."

Shifting back onto the seat beside me, his eyes go wide. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

I shrug, a little nervous, even though I'm nearly positive he'll say yes. "I want to marry you. Tonight, if possible."

He takes my hand, his lips curving into a smile that makes my heart beat faster. "Because you love me and think I'll make a kick a*s husband?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes, because I love you and think you'll make a kick a's husband. I probably even want to have your babies someday, I love you so much. It's gross."

"So gross." His grin widens as he pulls me onto his lap. "What's happened to you? Was it the magic of my d**k?"

"No, it was you, doofus." I bring a hand to rest on his cheek, marveling that this man was ever my enemy. It's impossible to imagine now, when just looking into his eyes is enough to make me feel like I can beat any odds, as long as I have the person who loves me most beside me. "Just you," I repeat in a softer voice. "Though your d**k is very nice, and I can't wait to show it how glad I am that it's going to be my one and only peen, until death do us part."

"Same, Growly," he says, his gaze clear and not a trace of hesitation in his tone. "That's all I want. To share the rest of my life with you. You're my favorite and you always will be."

He kisses me and I kiss him back and we're still kissing when Layla and Catherine get back with an overflowing shopping cart full of supplies.

"Oh good," Layla teases. "You still have your clothes on. I bet that you would. You owe me fifty bucks, Catherine."

"Put it on my tab," Catherine says, grinning as she tosses a bag full of clothes into the back seat. "For you, Miss Juliet. It was either pink camo or gray camo from the little boys' section. Seeing as you're leaning into your dangerous side, I went with the gray." "Perfect," I say, shaking the clothes from the bag and pulling them on as we start toward the airport.

But as soon as I'm dressed, I reach for Ford's hand again.

I'm not letting him go again. Not ever.

No matter what Hammer or anyone else decides to throw our way. This man is mine and I'm about to make it official.