Chapter 35 #2
I wasn’t nervous with Dante or Jesse—not even in front of Colt. So what is it about this alpha? Could it be the intent way he watches my every move? The absolute power rolling off him? The fact that I find his frayed self-control insanely sexy ?
No , my Omega whispers, every bit as scared as I am. He’s our alpha .
She keeps saying that. Like she doesn’t understand that this is all fake . Just a plan we made to survive . Which makes Adrian a means to an end.
Except he’s not.
How could he be, when he gazes at every curve of my pale, soft flesh like it’s art? A masterpiece he’s waited ages to have in his sights. Or a feast he’s been anticipating, starving himself over for weeks.
I get it. Because I can’t quite keep my eyes off his cock.
It strains higher when my nightgown clears my chest. I toss the fabric aside, squaring my shoulders. Fresh lemony slick slips down my naked, dimpled thighs.
This is me. He doesn’t have to like it .
A fanatical gleam fills his gaze as it roves across my breasts, then lower. He glides that scorching stare over my belly, my hips, the dents dotting my upper thighs. When it lands on my mound, he licks his lower lip again.
His body is stiff and tight as he jerks a nod toward the bed, never looking away from the moisture glistening on my skin. “ Lie down .”
My body moves to obey automatically, but a panicked whine squeaks out of me. Adrian freezes. His black eyes snap to my face as I stumble to the right and catch myself on the edge of the mattress.
With both palms bracing on my bow-covered comforter, I know he can still see my profile when my eyes fall shut. “Please,” I ask, hoping he’s aware enough to hear me. “I—I’ll do anything else you want, but please, don’t go down on me.”
He doesn’t move. Not an inch. Not a breath.
His answer is a low, ominous growl.
“Please,” I try again, irrational wetness pooling in my eyes. “It’s… it’s not good, okay? You don’t want it. I promise. Just… let me present for you instead?”
There’s something strange happening between us. The more I spiral, the steadier he seems. Solid dominance seeps into the air, flexing around me. His growl rolls into a deep, roaring purr.
“No.”
No? Like, no, he won’t let me off this hook? No, he’s going to taste my sour slick anyway? Or no, he doesn’t want me to present?
Every thought bumps up the panic pinching my lungs. It wars with the instincts reveling in his purr, telling me to relax. My vision swims.
When Adrian speaks again, he almost sounds like himself. “I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do,” he vows.
The floorboards creak under lumbering footsteps. Hard quad muscles and warm tan skin press into the backs of my legs. “But I want to see your face.” His Alpha puts a rough edge to his final plea. “ Please .”
Swallowing, I blink the tears from my eyes and turn my head. His masculine beauty hits me all over again—the sculpted planes of his face and chest. Those chiseled shoulders and hips. His bulging arms and cock.
One of his hands lifts. I watch him pause, checking to make sure he’s in control before he reaches for my hair. With a smooth flick of his wrist, all my disheveled waves are wrapped around his forearm and gathered between his flexing fingers. He tugs just hard enough for my pussy to pulse.
“ Turn over .”
A whine tumbles out of me as fresh slick dribbles from my core. Adrian growls loudly, dropping his chin to watch. My clit throbs, swelling as if his gaze is a caress.
He waits, gently pulling my hair until I rotate. Then he wastes no time—the hand in my hair goes to my nape as his free arm bands under my ass. He maneuvers us to the middle of the mattress and drops his hips, fitting his hard length against my slit.
I shriek, my head falling back as the underside of his cock rubs against the nub at the top of my folds. There’s so much slick —I barely feel any friction between us. Until he rolls his body and his cock slides all the way up and I get his knot.
It’s big enough to cover everything from my clit down to my opening. The tight ring of muscle spasms against him, betraying how my inner walls clamp on air. My lower half automatically jumps, angling to press tighter to his.
His answering snarl is vicious and thrilling. My nipples ache, beading into hard points. He bends and runs his nose over each, inhaling my scent.
Rutting alphas can’t torment or tease—they only take . A fact I’m grateful for when Adrian groans and buries his face right between the two peaked mounds. His brawny hands envelop the creamy skin jiggling around his face, his fingers plucking the tips.
I cry out, bucking against his big body. His answering growl drips approval. “ My omega, ” he husks, biting at the top of my right breast, sucking a mark into my skin. The sight leaves me gaping, my core pulling taut—almost as if I could come from watching him put a claim on me.
The emptiness scraping my insides starts to hurt. I can’t contain my next whine—and the tone of it makes Adrian feral . He drops to his elbows, lifting and tucking his hips to impale me.
Shit. Fuck .
“Alpha!” I scream, clawing his bare, flexing shoulders while my eyes roll back.
Adrian roars, his body snapping into a rhythm that leaves me breathless. Deep, merciless shoves, a rotation of his hips, and a ruthlessly quick retreat. He does it over and over and?—
Oh. Oh!
A haze settles across my mind. My brain blinks blank. Instincts take over, muscles deep inside me tugging and melting. Making way for the enormous knot sliding along my clit with every thrust.
I start to come. Adrian groans, the sound so tortured and desperate, my body reacts on impulse, wrapping my limbs around him. Pressing the top of his knot into my pussy.
I scream as he snarls. The room explodes into glitter and stardust and heat. It’s everywhere . Buzzing inside my lungs, tingling to my toes, wrapping around my heart. Positively filling me.
I’ve never felt so stuffed. Stretched to my absolute limit, with so much cum spraying into my depths, I swear I feel it warming my belly.
My inner walls flutter and squeeze , a second climax tackling me before I’ve regained my footing from the first. Adrian growls deeply, his teeth flashing as he finds the side of my breast and bites hard enough to bruise.
Our bodies arch in unison, pleasure snapping through us in an endless loop. He spurts, and I tweak tighter. I clench, and he comes again . He gives me everything he has—and I take it.
“So good,” he gasps, hoarse. “So fucking good, baby girl. Taking my big knot like you were built for it. Give me more .”
I’m not sure how long I last after that. The world fades into a fog of exhausted bliss, leaving me with one final, delusional thought.
Maybe this king doesn’t need a delicate flower.
Maybe he needs a queen.