Chapter 15
Aaiden rises from the chair with me still wrapped around him, his hands gripping my thighs as my legs circle his waist. The robe hangs from one of my shoulders, dragging across the carpet.
The muscles in his arms flex beneath my palms as he carries me to his bed, my naked skin burning wherever it touches him. My dick throbs against his stomach, leaving wet smears across his skin while slick drips from my entrance down his forearm where he supports me.
When my back touches the cool sheets, I gasp at the contrast against my fever-hot skin.
Aaiden stands between my spread legs, looking down at me with such hunger that my body clenches with want.
He shrugs off his open shirt, letting it fall to the floor.
His chest rises and falls with controlled breaths, muscles shifting beneath golden skin.
The dark trail of hair leading from his navel downward disappears into his open pants.
“Can I taste you?” he rumbles, so low and deep it vibrates in my bones.
My brain stutters at the question, at the image of Aaiden Rockford, president of Rockford Holdings, eldest brother, Alpha of Alphas, asking permission to put his mouth on me. The thought alone has my body clenching with need.
“Yes.” The word comes out breathless with need. “But I want...”
His eyebrow arches in question as he waits for me to continue.
“I want you inside me before I lose my mind.” My cheeks burn at the admission, but the Heat strips away any pretense of dignity. “Please.”
“If that’s what you want.” His hands slide up my thighs. “But first, I want to make this good for you.”
He sinks to his knees on the floor, pulling me toward him until my ass rests at the edge of the mattress. His broad shoulders push my thighs wider. Cool air hits my overheated skin, making me shiver despite the fire raging inside me.
His breath ghosts over my dick, a teasing prelude that makes my hips buck. His hand on my hip calms me before his tongue traces a path from base to tip in one long, wet stroke that tears a cry from my throat.
“Fuck,” I gasp, one hand fisting in the sheets while the other finds his dark hair.
His mouth closes over the head of my dick, the wet heat of his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. My back arches off the bed, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain. He takes me deeper, his lips stretching around my shaft as he moves lower, tonguing the underside.
“Aaiden, God—”
My fingers tighten in his hair as his throat opens, taking me to the root. The pressure of his mouth and the visual of him on his knees between my thighs, his lips stretched around me, sends my Heat spiraling higher.
He pulls back in a languid drag, his cheeks hollowing with suction, and my toes curl at the sensation. His tongue dips into the slit at the head, gathering the pre-cum beading there, before he takes me deep again in a rhythm that has me writhing on the sheets.
His hands slide under my ass, kneading the muscle, spreading me wider. One finger circles my entrance to gather my slick and pushes inside, mirroring the movement of his mouth, and the dual sensations arch my back off the bed.
He releases my dick with a wet pop, his lips red and slick. “Incredible. Better than I imagined.”
The confession makes my dick jump against my stomach. “You imagined this?”
His mouth curves into a predatory smile. “Every single night.”
Before I can process that admission, he dips his head again, but this time his mouth moves lower. His tongue traces the seam of my balls before taking one into his mouth. The gentle suction and the stroke of his finger inside me pulls a strangled moan from my chest.
My hands twist in the sheets, holding on as pleasure threatens to drown me. Sweat breaks out across my skin as the fever of Heat pulses hotter, brighter, with each touch of Aaiden’s mouth.
He moves to the other side, giving it the same attention while adding a second finger inside me, stretching me with careful patience despite the hunger radiating off him in waves. His other hand strokes my dick in long, firm pulls that match the rhythm of his fingers.
“Please,” I pant, fingers flexing in his hair, unsure where I want him.
Just needing more.
Needing everything.
Aaiden responds by moving lower still, his tongue tracing the path from my balls to my entrance. The first lick across my rim sends electricity shooting through me, my back bowing off the bed. His fingers withdraw, replaced by the firm pressure of his tongue pushing inside.
“Fuck, Aaiden—”
My thighs tremble around his head as his tongue works me open, each thrust sending fresh pleasure surging through me. The wet sounds of his mouth on me fill the room, mingling with my desperate pants and moans.
His hands grip my thighs, holding me open as he alternates between soft, teasing licks around the sensitive edge and firm, wet thrusts that send my eyes rolling back in my head.
The pleasure builds in waves, each one higher than the last, pushing me toward a peak that promises to shatter me completely.
Two fingers slide in alongside his tongue, curling upward to find my spot, and my vision blurs. They press, stroke, retreat, and press again until he has me clawing at the sheets, at his hair, at anything I can reach.
“I can’t—” The words break on a moan as his mouth closes around my rim, sucking while his fingers continue their relentless assault inside me. “Aaiden, stop. I don’t want to come until you’re inside me.”
He lifts his head, his breath hot across my wet entrance. “We need to work on your stamina.”
His fingers withdraw, leaving me empty and aching, and a needy whine escapes me. Aaiden rises from his knees, standing tall between my spread thighs. His eyes burn into mine as he shoves his pants down his hips, freeing his cock.
It curves up toward his stomach, thick and heavy, the head flushed dark and gleaming. My mouth waters at the sight, and for a moment, I regret not taking him in my mouth first. But the empty ache inside me demands immediate attention, pushing all other thoughts aside.
Aaiden’s hands slide up my thighs again, raising my hips as he positions himself. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my body trembling with need as the blunt head of his cock notches at my entrance.
My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him toward me, desperate to be filled. The first breach stretches me wider than his fingers did, and I stiffen at the burning pressure.
And all at once, the room fades, and I’m back in that place, held down by nameless hands, pain tearing through my body as voices laugh above me.
My muscles lock up, terror freezing me in place as the memory crashes through the walls I’ve built. The weight above me becomes crushing. The stretch becomes violation. My lungs constrict, unable to draw air.
“No,” I choke out, my hands shoving at a chest my mind stopped recognizing. “Stop!”
The weight disappears. The pressure withdraws. Space opens around me, cool air rushing over my skin. I blink rapidly, trying to orient myself as past and present collide in disorienting waves.
“Jade.” My name reaches me through the fog. “Jade, look at me. You’re at Rockford Manor. You’re in my bedroom. You’re safe.”
My vision clears enough to see Aaiden now kneeling beside me on the bed. His hands hover near me without touching, his face tight with concern rather than the disappointment or frustration I expect.
“I...” Shame floods through me. My body still burns with Heat, still craves him with desperate need, but fear wraps cold fingers around my throat. “I’m sorry.”
“No apologies. Not for this.” Aaiden’s chest rises and falls with deep breaths, his cock still hard and flushed dark. “Do you need me to stop?”
A new wave of panic crashes over me. “No! I don’t want to stop.”
Aaiden studies me. “We have options. I have toys we can use. Or we can use only hands and mouths.”
Frustration burns through the fear, and to my horror, tears spill down my cheeks. “I don’t want toys. I don’t want substitutes. I want you.” My fists pound weakly on the mattress. “Why can’t I have this one fucking thing?”
His hand reaches for mine, careful and slow. “You can have it. We’ll find a way that works for you.”
“There isn’t one. I’m broken.”
“No.” The single word carries such conviction that my eyes snap to his. “You’re healing. There’s a difference.”
The tears come faster now, hot tracks down my temples into my hair. “Use your Alpha Command. Make me not be afraid.”
His face hardens. “No.”
“Please, Aaiden,” I beg. “I need this. I need you.”
“Not like that.” He shifts closer without looming over me. “I won’t use Command for this. That’s a line I won’t cross.”
Fresh sobs wrack my chest. “Then how do I get past this?”
Aaiden’s eyes hold mine, steady and unflinching. “Look at me. Who am I?”
The question catches me off guard. “What?”
“Who am I? Say my name.”
“Aaiden,” I whisper.
“Again. Louder.”
My voice steadies. “Aaiden.”
“Who’s here with you right now?”
“Aaiden Rockford.”
His fingers brush mine. “That’s right. Not them. Me.” He takes my hand, guiding it between our bodies. “Feel me. Touch where I was starting to enter you.”
My cheeks burn, but I let him guide my hand. My fingertips touch the stretched rim of my entrance, still slick and swollen. Then he guides my fingers to his cock, letting me take in the hot, silky hardness.
“Who’s inside you right now?”
“No one,” I answer, understanding beginning to dawn.
“And who will be, if you still want that?”
“You. Aaiden.”
His face softens. “That’s right. Only me. Only because you want it.” He places my hand back at my entrance. “Keep your hand there. Stay present with me.”
“Okay,” I whisper, my fingers trembling as they rest against my rim.
“Now touch yourself with your other hand,” he instructs.
Hesitantly, I wrap my free hand around my dick, still hard despite the fear from moments ago. The contact sends sparks of pleasure through my system, reigniting the Heat that panic had dampened.