Screw My Childhood Sweetheart His Alpha Brother Marked Me First novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

We didn’t need words. We needed touch and connection. To tell each other how we felt with our bodies.

Anson lifted me, and my legs wrapped around his waist. A moment later, he was shoving journals and papers off the dining table and lowering me to it, but I didn’t lose his mouth for a second. I swallowed his hurt and anger, but it was his need that drove me higher.

I could feel the desperation coming off him in waves. How much he needed to feel that connection with me. Pricks of guilt gnawed at me, but 1 shoved them aside, focusing only on Anson.

He grabbed hold of my tank top, tugging it over my head. Then his lips were closing around my nipple. The scorch of sensation was instantaneous, from the peaks of my breasts to the depths of my core.

My legs tightened around Anson as his teeth grazed my nipple. His length pulsed beneath his sweats as I pulled him closer to me, needing to feel so much more. Needing to feel everything.

“Anson.” His name on my lips was more a breath than an actual word, but it seemed to snap something in Anson. His hands went to my sleep shorts, and a second later there was nothing but cool air against my overheated flesh.

Then his mouth was at the apex of my thighs. There was no delicate exploration, Anson just took. His tongue drove into me with thrust after thrust, then came to my clit, circling and sucking deep.

I let out a mewling sound and my hands gripped his shoulders. Just as I grabbed hold of one sensation, another found me. Anson’s fingers slid inside me, curling and twisting. Each new movement tightened something inside me.

“Don’t come.” He growled the order against that bundle of nerves.

“Please.” I wasn’t above begging.

“Need to feel you come around my cock.”

My hips lifted of their own volition, seeking more of everything he was giving me.

Anson chuckled against my skin. “Looking for something?”

“You. Always you.”

It was all he needed. In a flash, his sweats were gone and he was lifting me off the dining table and turning me around. “Hold on.”

I gripped the edge of the wood, and seconds later, Anson thrust inside me. Each movement poured all that emotion into me. I met him thrust for thrust. The frustration and anger transforming into something more. It was that desperate need I’d felt earlier, but there was fear there too. Anson needed to know that I was with him. That I was alive and strong.

I arched my back as he slammed into me, impossibly deeper. I felt everything he couldn’t say. And matched him every step of the way.

My walls tightened around him and Anson growled, picking up his pace. His hand came around, finger circling my clit. He pressed down and I fractured. Every part of me shattered as sensation swept over me in waves.

The world was awash in light, in color, and I was suddenly weightless. There was nothing but me and Anson and the energy we created together.

As I came back to myself, I realized Anson was holding me up because I’d completely collapsed and would’ve face–planted on the table, His chest heaved as he straightened, keeping me against him. His lips trailed down the column of my throat. “Love you, Senna.”

I leaned into the contact. “I love you too. I’m so sorry I made you feel like I was shutting you out.”

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Chapter 165

He grinned against my skin. “I don’t feel that way anymore.”

I couldn’t hold in my laugh. Anson groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”

I winced as he slipped from my body. Anson froze. “Are you hurting? Was that too much?”

Turning to face him, I wrapped my arms around his neck. “You are never too much. It was perfect.”

He lifted me into his arms, carrying me out the back door to an outdoor shower that was around the corner from the hot tub. He turned the spray to warm and stepped under it with me still in his arms.

I might’ve told him I was fine, but Anson clearly felt the need to take care of me. There was a gentleness in his movements that made my heart ache. I couldn’t help the moan that slipped from my lips as he shampooed my hair.

“You keep making sounds like that and you’re gonna kill me all over again.”

My gaze traveled down to his length. Just looking at it made my thighs clench.

“Senna,” he growled.

I quickly looked away. “Sorry.”

“Insatiable,” he muttered as he rinsed my hair.

“Not sorry for that.”

Anson kissed the side of my neck. “Nor should you be.”

I turned to face him as he worked conditioner into my hair. “Are you okay?” I asked softly.

He nodded. “I guess I don’t do well feeling disconnected from you.”

It made sense with all he’d been through. But it would also be a challenge with the bond. There were so many moving pieces, and I needed to be diligent about making sure we all felt in tune with one another.

I filled my hand with bodywash and lathered it into Anson’s skin. “Any time you feel that way, just tell me.”

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