Chapter 262

She and Natalie barely made it out of the park and back into the city before she couldn’t stand it any longer. They’d rushed through the street, each of them flushed with anticipation, and while the original goal had been to make it to the manor and into the privacy of Alaina’s own room—she could come up with excuses for why they’d run off later—that simply would take too long.

Making an executive decision, Alaina grabbed Natalie’s hand and pulled her into the nearest alleyway. Her thoughts were so scrambled she wasn’t even sure where in town she was. Or how safe the location was—the likelihood of someone passing by. She was beyond caring.

As soon as they were out of sight, Alaina crowded Natalie against the wall. Before the taller girl could make a noise of surprise, Alaina had slipped her hands around her neck and pulled her down into another kiss, straining on her tip-toes to reach.

Natalie melted into it just as quickly as before, voicing no protests for the unromantic choice of scenery. Her hands wrapped around her waist to tug her in. Soft, full lips pressed into her. Natalie’s erection sprung back up, and it poked into her stomach through the material of her skirt. Alaina laughed against Natalie’s mouth, heady with the desire coursing through her.

“Is this—” Natalie murmured, breaking free for a second. “Is this safe?”

“Fucking in an alleyway?” Alaina asked, a thrill going through her at the crudeness of the words. “No. Not at all.” She pressed harder into Natalie, trapping her against the wall with her body, pinning her there. Stroking her cock with her stomach as she wiggled side to side. She whispered into her ear, “What’s a little danger to a delver, right?”

Natalie let out a shaky breath. Her hands trailed down, but Alaina grabbed them before they could get too adventurous. “Ah ah,” she said. “I’m fucking you, remember? Can’t break that promise to your friends. I won’t let you.”

A shudder went through Natalie. She forced her hands back up, settling onto Alaina’s waist again. Ceding initiative to Alaina.

Alaina hadn’t ever been a dominant woman. Then again, she didn’t have much experience in these matters in general—and she hadn’t thought she liked women, either, until Natalie. So maybe she was still figuring out what she enjoyed. And this was a very non-standard way to be dominant. By Natalie’s composure, the radiating confidence and hunger in her eyes, Alaina couldn’t help but think she’d stay in control no matter how much Alaina ‘took over.’

Whatever the case, this situation was doing something for her. Having Natalie standing there, tall, fit, intimidating, yet soft and hungry—and waiting for Alaina to ravish her, on her own prerogative?

Well. Alaina didn’t think she could stop herself if she tried. She dove back into the kiss, mouth moving hard and eager against Natalie’s, drinking in the gasps and moans she made.

Her hand dropped to Natalie’s skirt, groping along the firm length of her cock. It took a moment to map the whole thing out through the material of her skirt—Natalie shuddered at every touch. It felt as big as she remembered. How many inches? Eight? Nine? Ten? She didn’t know they got that big.

She had to see it. Had to lay eyes on it.

Breaking free from the kiss, Alaina slipped down to her knees. In one swift motion, she pulled up Natalie’s skirt and bunched it over her waist. Her cock had slipped partially free of her panties, too large to be contained. Natalie reached down to tug them to the side, letting her weapon swing fully free, throbbing and bobbing in front of Alaina’s face.