Chapter 20
20
I gasp for breath, tears blurring my vision. The release should have provided relief, but the heat inside me only intensifies, a furnace burning beneath my skin that no amount of release can cool.
Cum slides off either side of my stomach, my dick still hard, and my entrance clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled as slick pools beneath me on the bed.
“Please,” I whisper, hating myself for begging but unable to stop.
Raphael’s eyes darken with desire. “Please what?”
“I need—” I can’t finish the sentence. My pride won’t let me.
His hand returns to my throat, squeezing hard enough to make breathing a conscious effort. “Say it, baby. Tell me what you need.”
“Touch me,” I gasp. “Please.”
He rewards me by sliding his fingers back inside me, adding a fourth this time. The stretch burns in the most delicious way, and I cry out.
“Is this what you need?” he asks, his voice rough with arousal.
“Yes,” I moan, beyond caring about anything but the pleasure building inside me again.
He works his fingers deeper, harder, his thumb massaging the sensitive ring of muscles at my entrance. My hips move of their own accord, trying to take him deeper.
“Look at you.” His hand strokes down my chest and stomach. “So desperate for me.”
I should be embarrassed by how wantonly I’m responding, but the Heat has burned away my inhibitions. All that matters is the pleasure, the need, the emptiness only Raphael can fill.
His hand tightens around my throat again as his fingers find that spot inside me. “Tell me you’re mine.”
The demand cuts through the haze of desire. Even in the grip of approaching Heat, part of me still resists giving everything to him a second time.
“No,” I choke out.
His fingers slow, almost stopping. “No?”
The loss of stimulation is unbearable, and I plead, “Don’t stop.”
“Tell me you’re mine,” he repeats. “Tell me you still want me.”
Another wave of heat washes through me, more intense than the last. Sweat slicks my skin, my chest heaving with each breath. “I can’t.”
“You can.”
His fingers start moving again, harder and faster than before as the hand on my throat pulses with the rhythm of my racing heart. The dual sensations of constraint and invasion send spirals of pleasure through my core.
“You’re going to come again,” he tells me, the words an order. “And this time, you’re going to admit the truth.”
I shake my head, defiant even as my body rushes toward another peak. His fingers curl inside me with unerring accuracy, and I cry out.
“So close,” he murmurs. “You’re clenching around me so tight, baby.”
My second orgasm approaches like a tidal wave, building and building until it’s inevitable. Raphael leans down, his lips brushing my ear as his fingers drive me mercilessly toward the edge.
“Come for me, my mate,” he commands.
I come with a broken cry, my body convulsing, fresh come pumping onto the mess already coating my stomach as my ass clenches around his fingers. Pleasure rolls through me in endless waves as heat floods every cell in my body.
“Alpha,” I gasp, the word torn from within me.
Raphael’s nostrils flare. “Say it again.”
“Alpha,” I repeat, unable to deny him anything in this state. “Need you.”
His scent changes, becoming richer, headier, responding to my Heat pheromones. He withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss.
“Tell me you want me,” he demands, sweat glistening on his brow from the effort it takes to restrain himself.
The heat burns away the last of my resistance. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”
Relief loosens the tension from his shoulders. “And?”
“I wanted you to come find me. Wanted you to choose me.” Tears spill down my temples. “Don’t abandon me again.”
“I won’t, baby. Never again.” He brushes away my tears, his touch gentle. “I was wrong about so many things.”
Another wave of heat crashes through me, more intense than anything that came before. My back arches off the bed, a cry tearing from my throat. The emptiness inside me becomes unbearable, a void that needs to be filled.
“Raphael,” I plead, beyond pride or pretense. “I need you.”
He stretches over me, his lips brushing mine. “What do you need, baby?”
“You,” I gasp, the words coming from somewhere instinctual. “Please. Mark me. Breed me.”
Raphael’s pupils dilate until his eyes turn black. “Say it again.”
“Breed me.” I writhe beneath him. “Fill me. Mark me as yours again.”
His control snaps, and his mouth slams over mine, tongue fucking into my mouth, claiming me.
And when he pulls back, I whine, chasing his mouth.
A low growl vibrates through his chest. “Mine.” His lips crush mine again. “My mate.”
And for the first time in five years, I let myself believe it.
Raphael straightens away from me, and the loss of his touch comes as a physical pain in my heat-addled state. I strain toward him, a whimper escaping my throat, but he shakes his head.
“Not yet. I want you to see what you do to me.” He pops the button on his slacks, then moves to his zipper, lowering it with a deliberate slowness that drives me to the edge of frustration.
“Hurry,” I plead, my body burning with need.
Shifting, he pushes his pants down, and his heavy cock springs free, glistening with pre-cum. My mouth waters at the sight, and I lift my hips off the bed in desperate invitation.
“Look at what’s yours.” His hand wraps around his thick shaft. “What’s always been yours.”
The possessive flip in his words, acknowledging that he belongs to me as much as I belong to him, sends a fresh wave of slick between my legs. I squirm on the bed, desperate for contact.
“Please, Alpha,” I gasp, beyond shame or pretense. “Need you inside me.”
He finishes removing his pants, baring his body to me for the first time in years.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, the words escaping before I can think to hold them back.
His expression softens for a heartbeat before hunger replaces it. He climbs back onto the bed, positioning himself between my spread legs. He grips my thighs, pushing them wider, exposing me.
“So wet for me.” He runs a finger through the slick coating my entrance. “So ready.”
“Yes.” I arch toward him. “Ready. Please.”
He positions himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me but not breaching. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” I say without hesitation. “Want you. Only you.”
He pushes forward, the tip entering me, and we both groan at the sensation.
“Mine,” he growls, driving deeper, and my toes curl at the delicious burn of being stretched open.
“Yours,” I agree, my hands clutching the sheets.
Inch by inch, his cock pushes into my body until he sheaths himself, then pauses, giving me a moment to adjust to his size. This isn’t the frantic coming together of our last two encounters, rushed and barely enjoyed before it ended.
Now, he lets me revel in the fullness, the perfect fit of him within me, exactly what my Heat-driven body craves.
“Move.” I roll my hips to take him deeper. “Please, Raphael.”
The sound of his name on my lips breaks his control. He pulls back and slams forward, setting a punishing pace that has me clawing at the sheets. Each thrust hits perfectly, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my head falling back as he pounds into me. “Yes, just like that.”
He grips my hips, lifting me to change the angle. The new position has him hitting my prostate with every thrust, and I can’t contain the sounds falling from my lips, whimpers and moans that would embarrass me if I were capable of shame right now.
“That’s it,” he encourages, body shaking with the effort of maintaining his rhythm. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
“Harder.” I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him deeper.
His thrusts become more forceful, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. The bed creaks beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall with the force of his movements.
“Look at you taking me so well,” he praises, his eyes roaming over my sweat-slicked body. “Like you were made for my cock.”
It’s true. We fit together, two halves made whole again. The pleasure builds and builds, a coiling tension in my core that threatens to snap with each thrust.
“Close,” I moan as he nails my prostate again.
“Not yet.” His pace slows to a torturous roll of his hips. “I’m not done with you.”
I whine in frustration, my body trembling on the edge of release. “Please.”
Instead of answering, he pulls out. My inner muscles clench around emptiness, and I wail in protest.
“Turn over,” he orders, leaving no room for argument.
The handcuffs clink as I roll onto my stomach and move toward the headboard so I can push up onto my hands and knees.
He caresses my back, his touch sliding down to grip my hips again as he positioned himself at my entrance once more. “Perfect.”
When he pushes back in, the new angle allows me to take him deeper, and a raw cry tears from my throat at the force of it.
He drapes himself over me, his lips finding my ear. “Feel how deep I am? This is where I belong. Inside you. Part of you.”
“Yes.” I push my hips back, needing him to claim me. “Part of me.”
He begins moving again, his thrusts powerful but controlled. One hand slides over my hip to wrap around my neglected dick, stroking in time with his movements.
“I’m going to Mark you.” His lips travel to the base of my neck. “Make you mine again. And this time, I’m not leaving you.”
I drop my head, exposing my nape to give him better access.
His teeth graze the sensitive skin, and I tremble in anticipation. His thrusts become more erratic, his control slipping as his release approaches.
“My mate,” he growls. “Mine to protect. Mine to love.”
The word love rings through me, a chord that resonates throughout my entire being. Before I can process it, his teeth sink into my nape, breaking the skin, and my orgasm crashes through me, my dick pulsing in his fist as my inner muscles clamp down on his cock.
Raphael holds me through it, his teeth still locked in my nape, his cock still driving into me, prolonging the pleasure until it borders on pain. Only when my tremors begin to subside does he release my neck, soothing the mark with his tongue.
“Beautiful.” He sucks on the fresh wound, sending another tremor through my body. “So perfect for me.”
He continues to thrust, his pace growing desperate as he chases his release. The oversensitivity is almost too much to bear, but I need him to come inside me, need his seed to flood my channel.
“Raphael,” I gasp.
His hand finds my throat again, tilting my face toward his. “Who do you belong to?”
There’s only one answer, only one truth. “You. I’m yours.”
He blazes with satisfaction. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I repeat, meaning it with every fiber of my being. “Your mate.”
“And I’m yours. Your Alpha.” His lips claim mine in a sloppy kiss as he thrusts into me and freezes.
His hot cum flooding my channel triggers another orgasm, smaller but no less intense. I moan into his mouth, my strength giving out.
Raphael lowers us to the bed, careful not to crush me with his weight. His arms wrap around me, one hand splayed over my stomach.
“Mine,” he whispers into my ear, his breath hot on my flushed skin.
“Yours,” I agree, too exhausted and satisfied to pretend otherwise.
We lie together, his body still joined with mine, as my Heat subsides to a manageable simmer. Soon it will return full force, but for now, the clarity of my mind allows me to think beyond the primal need.
“Did you mean it?” I murmur, hoarse from screaming. “That you’re mine?”
“Yes.” His arms tighten around me. “We have a lot to talk about.” He presses a kiss to the Mark on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “But right now, all that matters is this. Us.”
And for the first time since he walked out on me, I allow myself to believe there might be an us again.