Chapter 19
19
R aphael leans closer, and I jerk my head away. “You’re going to beg for me, Avery.”
“Like hell I am.” The words come out weaker than I intend.
“Keep taking deep breaths, baby.” His hand lands on my chest, palm flat over my heart, and its pounding rhythm betrays my desire. “Your Heat is coming. I can smell it on you.”
A needy whine escapes me, and I curse myself for showing even that small weakness.
Raphael’s fingers spread across my chest, then slide down to my stomach, and my muscles contract. “Your body craves me.”
“My body’s an idiot.” I strain against the handcuffs again, but they hold firm.
“Protest all you want.” His hand wraps around my straining dick again. “My car in your garage gives away how much you hoped I’d come after you. You wanted me to chase you, so here I am.”
My breath hitches, hips bucking to thrust into his fist.
“It’s okay that you still want me.” He releases me to squeeze my balls, and my back arches as I moan. “I never stopped wanting you.” His thumb brushes my lower lip, and I fight the urge to take it into my mouth. “Never stopped needing you.”
He lowers his head to press his lips to my neck. The contact sends electricity coursing through me, and I can’t hold back the small sound that escapes my throat. He remembers where I’m sensitive, sucking at the spot below my ear, the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. His lips trace a burning path across my skin.
“Raphael,” I warn, but it comes out sounding more like a plea.
His teeth graze my earlobe. “You think I don’t know what you need? What you’ve been denying yourself? How many Heats have you put off over the years because you were too afraid you’d come looking for me?”
His free hand returns to my chest, fingers finding my nipple and pinching hard enough to arch my back off the bed. A rush of heat floods between my thighs, and slick leaks from my entrance, my body preparing for my Alpha. For him.
“Stop,” I say, but without conviction, my legs parting to give him better access.
“Your mouth says stop.” His hand travels back between my legs. “But your scent is begging me to continue.”
I fight the restraints, but halfheartedly. I want him. Want this. Want him to take control. Want to surrender to the Alpha who once claimed me as his.
All I am is want.
His fingers tease at my entrance, and I stop breathing. He hovers there, not giving my body what it screams for.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he challenges, throat thick with desire. “Tell me, and I’ll stop.”
I open my mouth, but the lie won’t come. Instead, I turn my head away, exposing my neck in surrender.
He growls, the sound vibrating through me. His lips return to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave red splotches on my skin. Marking his territory. “You’re still mine. You’ll always be mine.”
“No,” I protest weakly. “We’re not?—”
My words cut off with a moan as his fingers push back into my body, hooking to find my sweet spot, the slow massage curling my toes with pleasure.
“No more lies,” he murmurs against my skin. “Not when you’re this hard for me. This wet.”
“I hate you,” I breathe.
“No, you don’t.” He shifts, his hand on my leg spreading me open wider. “You hate how you still want me. But that’s okay. Now you’ll have me as much and as often as you want, every single day.”
As his hungry stare sweeps over my body, I should feel humiliated, but he makes me feel desired. Wanted. Needed.
“Just look at you. Still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” He lifts my leg, biting at my inner thigh until I’m a writhing mess beneath him.
His fingers leave my ass and return to my leaking dick, coating me in my slick and stroking my length with just the right amount of pressure to send pleasure rolling through me without giving me the friction I need.
“So responsive.” He rolls his thumb over my sensitive tip. “So perfect for me.”
Just as my hips start thrusting into his grasp, he releases me to return to my entrance, this time thrusting three fingers inside. I gasp at the stretch, grabbing at the sheet beneath my head.
His fingers curl inside me, finding my sweet spot again, painting starbursts across my vision, and a moan tears from my throat, my hips bucking, riding his hand.
“That’s it,” he encourages.
I bite my lip, trying to hold back the sounds he pulls from me. His free hand lifts, and he presses a thumb on my bottom lip until I release it from between my teeth.
“Don’t hide from me.” The command sends a shiver through me. “I want to hear every sound I pull from you.”
His fingers work deeper inside me, stretching, preparing, crumbling the last of my resistance.
“Raphael,” I gasp, unable to pretend he doesn’t affect me.
“That’s right,” he croons. “Say my name again.”
Instead, I clench my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
“Stubborn as ever.” His fingers slow their movement, focusing on my prostate. “But I know how to break that stubbornness.”
He lowers his head, kissing a path down my chest, across my stomach, lower and lower until his breath ghosts over my erection. My muscles tense in anticipation.
“You’re going to come for me.” My stomach flips at his certainty. “You’re going to come for me whether you want it or not.”
He glances up, his pupils blown with a desire that burns as hot as mine. Then his lips touch me, and I choke back a groan.
His tongue flicks over my tip, and I want to lose myself in it, forget every reason I shouldn’t. My hands wind the sheets tighter as he licks a slow line up my shaft. I want to resist, want him to work for it, but Raphael knows how to play me. Always has.
He pulls off me to suck on my hip bone, adding more marks of his ownership on my body. “Stop fighting it. You’re only making it harder on yourself.”
“Fuck you,” I gasp out as his fingers curl inside me, and my vision blurs.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. “Soon enough.”
His mouth returns to my dick, and his lips close around the tip, sucking lightly, just enough pressure to drive me crazy. A short burst of breath escapes my lips, and my legs tremble, my knees lifting, spreading, giving him better access to take me apart.
I bite down on my lower lip hard enough to draw blood as Raphael hums, sending vibrations up my spine while his fingers work inside me.
I won’t give him the satisfaction. I won’t.
But my hips betray me, rising to meet his touch as sweat beads on my forehead and chest. I’m burning up from the inside out, each swipe of his tongue, each stroke of his fingers like gasoline on embers.
Raphael sucks harder, taking me into the back of his throat, sending a shockwave pulsing through me, and I can’t help it. I thrust forward, pushing deeper into the wet heat of his mouth. I know he can take it, know he’ll follow wherever I lead, and it fills me with desperation for him.
His eyes flick up to meet mine, and the corners of his lips curl, smug and starving. I hate him for how much I still want this. Want him. The way he holds me, touches me, is so fucking intimate it leaves me stripped bare. And goddammit if it doesn’t feel like I’m finally living again.
His pace increases, and my pulse jumps to match, ricocheting through my body. He sucks me further in and works his hand faster. I’m lost to sensation, the scrape of his stubble on my thighs, the guttural noises in his throat, the heat and friction.
Lost and found.
I pull at the cuffs, wanting to reach for him, to bury my hands in his soft hair. The metal bites into my wrists, but I ignore the pain. I’ll gladly accept whatever he gives if it means he’ll never let go.
I’m almost there.
Almost undone.
His lips release me, a sudden coolness replacing all that was burning. My hips thrust upward, reaching, unwilling to accept the loss.
I catch my breath and glare at him, panting, frustrated.
His free hand travels up my chest, pausing to tease my nipples before continuing to my throat, where my pulse hammers beneath his touch. His palm rests there, a possessive weight that lays claim even to my heartbeat.
“Look at you. So close.” He tracks the flush spreading across my skin. “Already starting to burn up. Your Heat’s coming on fast now.”
I want to deny it, but I can’t with the fever building under my skin, the pre-cum drizzling from my aching dick, the excessive slick between my legs, and the way every touch is magnified.
“There’s my mate,” he croons.
“You’re not my Alpha anymore,” I gasp out, frustrated and desperate.
His hand tightens around my throat enough to leave me gasping. “Say that again while looking at me.”
I try. I really do. But I can’t force the lie past my lips. Instead, a whimper escapes as his fingers thrust deeper.
“That’s what I thought.” The satisfaction oozing from him should infuriate me, but all it does is send another wave of feverish heat through my body.
His fingers find my prostate again, and my back arches off the bed. I’m close, so close, but after being denied once, I refuse to give in again. I think of anything else: gun shipments, business deals, anything to stave off the pleasure building inside me.
“Stop trying to hold back.” Raphael slows his movements to a torturous pace. “It won’t work.”
“It’s working fine,” I bite out through clenched teeth.
His hand leaves my throat, traveling back down my body to wrap around my erection. The dual stimulation of his fingers inside me and his hand stroking me becomes too much, and my control slips, moans spilling from my lips.
“There you go,” he purrs as my hips buck. “Give in to it.”
“No,” I gasp, even as I lose the battle.
My body stopped being mine to command long ago, and we both know it.
He leans down, his lips brushing my ear. “You’re so wet for me. So tight around my fingers. So perfect. Come for me.”
And damn him, I do, release tearing through me with such force a scream rips from my throat. My vision whites out, my body convulsing with waves of pleasure so intense they border on pain.
Raphael doesn’t stop, his fingers continuing to work inside me, carrying me through the orgasm and beyond, until I’m trembling with oversensitivity.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, slowing his movements. “But we’re just getting started.”