Chapter 30 #4
It doesn’t seem to matter. The Adonis beneath me stiffens, muscle going rigid without any warning. His eyes roll back and time stops for a second. My alpha is paralyzed. Frozen stock still. Eyes lit up from within but unseeing.
And then time rushes at both of us from all angles.
Thick ropes of semen hit the back of my throat. I greedily swallow as much as I can, but still, the excess spills from the corners of my mouth and runs down my chin.
I push myself up onto my knees, victorious. My dick is erect and leaking, almost as proud as I am of what I just did to my mate.
The lord writhes beneath me, still lost to his pleasure. His eyes are closed now, teeth a white line that peeks out from a long, silent grimace. His hips jerk, thrusting uncontrollably despite the fact that his balls are empty now.
I watch in wonder, lazily licking his cum off my hands and scraping what I can from my face into my mouth.
“Oh Jesus,” he pants. “Oh fuck. I’ve never…
” His gaze finds mine, gold striations burning a little brighter each time I extend my tongue and taste what he made for me.
“That’s, that’s never happened to me before.
” My poor alpha is shaken. He’s trembling from head to toe, and I’m the one who made him this way.
And fuck me if I don’t love everything about that.
“I’ve never spent like that…when I didn’t mean to.
When…early like that. It’s never happened before. ”
I lean down, brushing my lips against his and sinking into a deep, dreamy kiss. He tenses when we touch, spine stiffening as a tiny moan is torn from his lips. “Jensen.” He’s looking at me, completely vulnerable, completely unguarded. “I’ve never felt pleasure like that.”
I kiss him and hold him as tightly as I can as my heart swells. I cloak him with my body to make him feel as safe as he makes me feel, because while I understand that he knows everything there is to know about sex, falling in love is something he’s never done before.
“Well,” I smile, nipping at his jaw and working my way toward his jugular, “you better buckle up, baby. There’s a lot more where that came from.”
We collapse in a heap of heated arms and legs, smiling and laughing as we drift together in an ocean of lust. We close our eyes and lose time, opening them again only when we become aware that we’re mindlessly humping each other.
It’s hard to say how long we’ve been in the heat chamber. I’ve lost track of everything that isn’t my alpha, and I can no longer remember a time before him. He’s all I know now. Alfie and heat. Alfie and a raging inferno that’s traveling up my arms and legs.
We’ve been in and out of sleep for a while now, which is good because we both need our rest for what’s coming. He’s brought me to orgasm several times already by stimulating my nipples. It’s been good. It’s been as gentle a descent into heat as can possibly be, but it’s no longer enough.
My skin is on fire. My blood and bones too. I can’t get comfortable on my back or my side, and I can’t put any pressure on my dick. Without any other options, my body understands what the solution is before my mind does.
I roll over and push myself up, bearing my weight on my hands and knees.
I rock my hips back and a slight surge of relief washes over me.
Not relief exactly, more like rightness.
I shift my weight, spreading my legs, and the rightness expands, swimming in my core and rooting me to the spot as arousal reaches into me and clenches its fist.
“Oh, baby,” whispers my alpha. “You look so pretty like this. Presenting for me.”
The satisfaction of pleasing my mate curls around my organs and sets them alight. My heartbeat echoes off the walls, my breaths dry and frantic. I know this feeling.
A heat wave is close.
So close.
Too close.
A line of fire strikes and lands like the crack of a whip. Flames rip up my thighs and down my back. They meet in the middle and ignite with a force that makes me cry out. My wail is thin and distinctive, a sharp, untamed thing that pierces holes in the ceiling above me.
Alfie acts quickly and without hesitation, positioning himself behind me so fast that he’s where he needs to be before my cry has faded.
He takes hold of my hips firmly, big hands gripping flesh and bone hard, lifting me slightly so my ass is perfectly aligned with his formidable cock. His blunt head bumps against my opening, and I cry out again, this time in frustration.
The promise of pleasure is so close. What I need is so, so close and yet so far away.
“Please,” I whimper, the last word I can remember. Muscles strain and my back arches hard enough to crack bone. “Please, please, please.”
Heat, and lust, and emptiness ignite, flowing through every crevice in my body, cresting at a height that leaves me reeling. I’m frozen, joints locked, back arched as hard as a back can possibly arch.
Fortunately for me, my alpha is a man built for sex.
He nudges me open gently and with a certainty my body craves.
The pressure at my entrance is intense. There’s a dull sting, a moment of bright pain that makes my eyes water, but it’s quickly rubbed out by a seductive stretch that travels all the way to the base of my spine and beyond.
I’ve been aware of how alone I am in my body for hours. Days, possibly years, and now suddenly, that feeling is gone. Evaporated as though it never existed in the first place. It’s replaced by a deep pulsing burn that fills me so completely I can’t breathe in or out.
It sinks into me, and sinks into me, and sinks into me until I’m certain I can’t possibly take any more.
Then it sinks in a little more.
The pressure on my opening is unreal, the stretch and strain on my internal walls enough to make my eyes roll back.
I thrash against the intensity of it. Struggling not against it, but for more.
It’s not the girth that gets me, or even the length that breaks me into pieces.
It’s the fact that the alpha inside me is Alfie.