Chapter 9 - Rael #2
“I know.” He remained in the doorway. “But we need to talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“There’s everything to talk about.” He slowly stepped into the kitchen. “You are right. I should not have intervened in that way. I was not trying to make you look weak. I was trying to protect you. But now I see it had the reverse effect.”
She didn’t respond, but he saw her shoulders relax slightly.
“I am not good at this, I must tell you,” he continued. “I am good at relationships, at sharing my space with someone, at knowing when to intervene and when to withdraw. I have lived most of my adult life by myself, and I am accustomed to solving my own problems on my own terms.”
“I am not a problem to be solved.”
“I know that.” He took another step. “But you are in heat, and I can smell it. My wolf is going absolutely crazy, and I am trying to do all I can to give you space and leave you to do things your own way.”
Alanis slowly turned around. “You knew I was in heat.”
“Of course I knew.” He chuckled darkly. “I could fucking smell you, and all I wanted was to—” he stopped himself.
“Wanted what?” She whispered softly.
“To make it better. To take away the pain. To—” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. You made it clear you don’t want my help.”
“That’s not what I said.”
He arched his brow. “You told me to leave you alone.”
“I told you not to keep treating me like I am helpless.” She moved in his direction, and he smelt a whiff of her perfume—sweet, intoxicating, mixed with something that made his cock harden immediately. “There’s a difference.”
“Alanis, stop walking.”
“Why?”
“My control is hanging on a thin thread, and if you come any closer—”
“What if I don’t want you to hold on to your control?” She took another step, bridging the gap between them.
Rael’s chest heaved. “You’re in heat. You do not know what you are talking about, and you’re not thinking clearly.”
“My thoughts are as clear as the day.” She raised her hand to his chest. “I’m in pain, Rael. Don’t you want to help me? You wanted to come inside anyway yesterday, didn’t you?”
Rael’s restraint was non-existent at this point. “Alanis…”
“Help me,” she looked up at him with dilated eyes. “I need you.”
The last thread snapped. He grabbed her face, tilted her head, and kissed her.
It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, hungry, and rough. She groaned into his mouth, fisting his shirt in her hands, pulling him even closer.
He backed her against the counter, his body pressing against hers, and she gasped into his mouth. The sound shot straight through him, making his wolf surge forward with possessive satisfaction.
“Ours. Finally. Ours.”
He broke off the kiss and murmured against her lips. “We are not having sex.”
“What?”
“I cannot have sex with you in this state.” He kissed her, this time more tenderly. “But I will do what I can for your pain.”
Alanis nodded eagerly, breathing quick and shallow.
“Say it. Tell me you want this.”
“Yes. God, yes.”
In one swift movement, Rael hoisted her up on the counter and stepped in between her thighs. His hands crept under her shirt, caressing bare skin, and she moaned as she arched into his hands.
“You smell so good,” he groaned into her neck. “Do you know what you’ve been doing to me? Smelling of peaches, walking around the house?”
“Rael…” Her voice sounded breathless and needy.
“You’ve been driving me fucking insane.” his hands moved up, touching her bra. “Lying in bed at night, knowing that you are just down the hall. Knowing that you are in pain, knowing that I could have helped, but I could not because you were not ready.”
He pulled back to look at her. “Are you ready now, Alanis? Because once I start, I will not stop till you come on my fingers. Understand?”
Her pupils dilated with desire as she nodded.
“Words,” he commanded.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I’m ready. Please, Rael—”
He swallowed her words with a kiss, pulling her shirt off. She helped by pulling it over her head, and then his mouth was on her neck, and on her collarbone, and on the swell of her breasts above her bra.
Rael unhooked it easily. It slipped down, and he paused to stare at her full breasts, pointed dark nipples, and the smooth swell of her belly.
“Beautiful.” He leaned down and sucked hard enough on her breasts to make Alanis cry out.
She buried her hands in his hair, as he lavished his attention on them with his teeth and his tongue, till she was writhing against him, and making those desperate little noises that were driving him mad.
“Rael, please…”
“Please what?” He raised his eyes to her and smirked. “Tell me what you want, Alanis.”
“Touch me,” she whimpered.
His hand slipped between her thighs, touching her through her leggings. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re soaked.”
“It hurts.”
“I know, baby, I got you.” Rael hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and panties and pulled them down her thighs. She lifted her hips slightly, helping him. Then she laid naked on his kitchen counter. The sight of her made his mouth water.
“Look at you,” his hand caressed her inner thigh. “So wet. So pliant. Such a good girl.”
She whimpered at his words, rolling her hips.
“Patience,” he admonished mildly. He wanted to drag it on for as long as he could, taking advantage of this moment.
At last, one finger located her center, and, pushing its way through her folds, they both moaned at the touch.
“Jesus Christ, Alanis.” He groaned. “You’re dripping.” He slipped one of his fingers into her, and she screamed. Her inner walls tightened around him. She was so tight, so hot and so wet it made his head spin.
“That’s it.” He thrust his finger in and out. “I will take care of you.”
“More,” she gasped.
He put in a second finger, and she whimpered, her hands clinging to the edge of the counter. Rael studied her face—the way her eyes fluttered shut, her parted lips, and her flushed cheeks and neck.
“You are so responsive,” he growled, caressing her clit. “Fucking hell.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, oh god…”
He moved faster, his fingers curling to locate that place that made her back arch off the counter.
“There it is,” he cooed. “That’s what you need, isn’t it? Right there.”
“Oh, don’t stop,” she grabbed his shoulders. “Don’t, Rael, please.”
“I’m not going to stop.” He leaned closer, brushing his lips against her ear. “I am going to make you come so hard you will forget your own name, until all you can think of is how good my fingers inside you made you feel.”
Her hips rolled, chasing her orgasm.
“Good girl. Fuck my fingers, Alanis. Take what you want.”
His thumb rubbed her clit harder, making tight circles around it as his fingers moved in her, and he could feel her beginning to squeeze him.
“You’re close. Your pussy is squeezing my fingers, baby. You want to come?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I do, I’m so close—"
“Then come for me.” His Alpha tone slipped through. “Come on my fingers, Alanis. Now.”
She shattered instantaneously. Her inner walls contracted on his fingers as she screamed his name. Rael worked her through it, his fingers not stopping until she was trembling and shaking her head.
“Too much,” she whimpered. “Rael, it is too much.”
He softened his grip and rode through the aftershocks with her. When she finally dropped limp on the counter, he pulled his fingers back gradually and put them in his mouth, sucking them.
She was looking at him, and new fire blazed in her eyes.
“Delicious.” She tasted better than he imagined, and for a moment, he hated that he had not tasted her the first time in that hotel.
Alanis was breathing deeply, her chest was going up and down, her flesh flushed and radiant. She looked like a wet dream, and the sight made his cock thicken.
“Better?” he asked, his voice coarse.
She nodded and glanced at the bulge straining against his jeans. “What about you?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Rael.”
“This wasn’t about me.” He grabbed her face and rubbed his thumb across her cheek. “It was about making you feel good and taking away your pain.”
She looked at him for a long moment, something shifting in her expression. Then she reached for him, her hand sliding down his chest to palm him through his jeans.
He hissed at the contact, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
“It was supposed to just take away the pain,” she said softly, her hand squeezing gently. “But now I want more.”
Rael groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against hers. “Alanis, we shouldn’t—”
“Why not?” Her hand moved again, stroking him through the denim. “You want me. I want you. What’s stopping us?”
Everything. Nothing. He didn’t know anymore. All he knew was that having her hand on him, even through layers of fabric, was the best torture he’d ever experienced.
“I want you to be sure,” he said finally, his voice strained. “Not just because you’re in heat, not just because we’re bonded. I want you to want this—want me—for the right reasons.”
Her hand stilled, and she pulled back slightly to meet his eyes. “Oh.”
His lips curved into a smile. “Yes, oh.” Then he took a step back. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up before someone walks in.”