Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Elevator Memories (III)

Logan fills me in one swift, devastating thrust. My entire body jolts forward, and a cry rips from my throat—half pleasure, half shock. It hurts a little, and I’m pretty sure there’s a tear down there, but fuck. Worth it. So worth it.

In fact, do it again.

"Fuck," I groan as he pulls back slowly, teasingly, before slamming home again.

It feels even better this time. The slight cut is already out of my mind and forgotten, though I’m sure it’ll be back with a vengeance later.

"That’s right," he growls, his voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it. "Take all of me, Nikki."

The elevator’s mirrored walls reflect our joined bodies from every angle—his powerful form curled over mine, his face a mask of concentration and primal hunger. My own reflection is a side of me I’ve never seen. Lips parted, cheeks flushed, and my eyes? They’re wild.

Logan sets a brutal pace. Each thrust drives me forward, my fingers scrambling against the mirror’s smooth surface, seeking something, anything to hold onto. My breasts bounce with each impact, aching and sore without his touch.

"God, Nicole." His voice breaks on my name. "So. Fucking. Tight." Each word punctuated with another powerful thrust.

My forehead strikes the mirror with a dull thud. The brief flash of pain blends into the overwhelming pleasure.

"Sorry," he mutters, not sounding very sorry at all.

I press my palms flat against the mirror’s cold surface, pushing back to meet his next thrust, desperate for leverage.

"Don’t apologize," I pant. "Don’t stop."

His rhythm falters for just a second as his eyes meet mine in the mirror. "Wasn’t planning on it." Then he redoubles his efforts, driving into me with renewed vigor. The sound of skin against skin echoes in this impossibly tiny space.

His arm snakes around my front, fingers splayed across my stomach before sliding up to my chest. With one rough tug, he yanks my bra down, freeing my breasts. The sudden exposure makes me shiver.

"Look," he commands, his mouth hot against my ear. "Look in the mirror."

My eyes are closed, but I don’t know when it happened. Peeling them open is hard; I want to focus on the sensations he’s causing, from how his cock slams deep into the insanely sensitive spot deep inside to how his warm hands feel against my skin.

But his command has the slightest hint of alpha dominance, and I force my eyes open to meet his stare in the mirror once again.

The sight is... erotic.

There’s no other word for it.

My nipples are hard and peaked in the air, completely bare to our view. My hair’s somehow more unruly than before. Logan’s a looming presence behind me, and his eyes burn nearly gold, eclipsing the emerald green.

"See how perfect we are together?" He squeezes one breast, his thumb flicking across the sensitive peak. "See how well you take me?"

My eyes travel down. I can’t quite see where our bodies join, where he disappears inside me again and again. But I already know it’s obscene. And beautiful. Perfect.

"Yes," I whisper, unable to form more coherent words.

More.

His words, filthy and raw, make my thighs clench hard. I’m so close. It’s right there.

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