Happy Valentine’s Day, heroes! To celebrate the day of love, we’re giving our readers something hot to spice up your day. Enjoy this steamy scene from “Prince Hudson,” book 1 in our Alpha Bear Princes series! And may today find you getting lucky in every possible way. Love, Lily


By the time the elevator finally dinged in the lobby, Kay’s heart was beating a wild rhythm in her chest. This was insane—fun, sexy insane—but still insane. She felt as jittery as a hummingbird.

They stepped onto the elevator and Hudson flashed his keycard against a sensor. As soon as the doors closed, Hudson pressed her against the wall, his hands firm on her waist, her hands landing on his chest. His voice rumbled low and sensual in her ear.

“I’m going to make you come now. And I’m going to do it before these doors open again.”

All Kay’s air left her as her core tightened in response to his words.

Was he serious? He wasn’t pressing any buttons to stop the elevator. Even if he’d rented the penthouse, they had maybe seventy-five floors. What was that in elevator time, thirty seconds? Maybe a minute?

She’d always been sort of a slow-burner where sex was concerned. It took her time. What if he expected something different? What if she couldn’t—?

A little cry escaped from Kay’s throat. He’d already started.

She felt his hand reach under her skirt and her eyes whipped to meet his.

“That’s right, baby. I want you to look at me when you come,” he said, pressing his forehead against hers.

His hand slid between her thighs as his foot nudged her legs further apart.

She gasped.

“I want you to remember this moment,” he said, curling the other hand into her hair.

Goosebumps spread across her flesh. His fingers felt so good on her scalp.

Then his other hand found her.

In one fluid motion, he’d slipped the crotch of her panties to the side and plunged two fingers deep inside her, his thumb circling her clit.

Kay cried out, so loud it normally would have embarrassed her. But she felt too good to care.

“Fuck yes, baby,” he said. “I love how wet you are for me. You feel so fucking good.”

Kay thought she might never breathe again. No one had ever talked to her like this—dirty and commanding and so wonderfully in control of her body. It was really turning her on. Her skin felt alive, on fire, responsive in a way she’d never felt before. She felt herself growing tighter around him with every plunge of his fingers into her sensitive center.

She was close. Holy shit. She was already close.

She moaned and closed her eyes, undone by the sensations already building in her body. She let herself sink into him, opened wider to let him delve deeper.

“No,” he said in a commanding tone. “Open your eyes. I want you to remember how easy it is for me to make you come, baby. And I want you to see how much I love it when you do.”

She obeyed.

The sight of his eyes only sent her higher. He was locked on her, absolutely focused, honed in to her pleasure. She’d never felt so exposed and so safe all at once.

“Good, baby. That’s perfect. Now come for me.”

With the words he plunged even deeper and reached a place inside her she hadn’t known existed before that moment.

Her body buckled around him, tightened and shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She felt herself holding on to him, felt her fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued to probe her depths, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t. She felt too good, too overwhelmed, to summon any control.

His hand left her hair and held her close—kept her standing, really—as the final wave crested and fell away, his eyes never leaving hers.

Holy. Shit.

He was still looking at her with that probing stare, those intense eyes. A cocky, satisfied grin spread across his face.

The elevator slowed and stilled.


Hudson pulled his fingers out of her just as the doors opened.