Chapter 15 #2
“Good,” Aaiden murmurs. “Keep touching yourself. Focus on the pleasure.”
I stroke myself, the familiar pleasure building again. Aaiden shifts between my legs once more, but this time without covering me. He takes his cock in hand, guiding it back to my entrance, where my fingers wait.
“Feel me,” he says softly. “Know who’s inside you.”
The blunt head slips between my fingers to my rim, the slick muscle unfurling as he begins to enter me again, but this time, I’m right there, experiencing it in a way that keeps me anchored in the present.
“Aaiden,” I breathe, naming him again as the pressure increases.
“That’s right,” he purrs. “Just me. Just us.”
He pushes forward with careful restraint, entering me centimeter by centimeter.
“More,” I whisper, my hand on my dick moving faster.
Aaiden sinks deeper while my fingers remain at the point where our bodies join. The burning stretch gives way to fullness, then pleasure. When my fingers slip, unable to maintain contact as he pushes deeper, he pauses.
“Move your hand to my hip,” he instructs.
I obey, my palm spreading across the jut of his hip, the tension in his muscles unmistakable as he holds himself back. My other hand continues to work my dick, pleasure building with each stroke.
Aaiden pushes deeper still, the thickness of him filling me in ways fingers and toys never could. When he’s seated, his pelvis flush to my ass, he stops, his chest heaving with the effort of his restraint.
“Touch here,” he says, his hand covering mine to guide it to my lower belly. “Feel how deep I am.”
I press my palm to the spot below my navel, and my lips part at the subtle pressure that answers from within.
“You’re so deep,” I whisper, awe replacing fear.
His pupils expand with desire. “All for you. Only for you.”
My fingers trace over the shape of him inside me, marveling at this new sensation, this new knowledge of my body and what it can feel beyond pain and fear. The Heat surges back full force, and need drowns out everything else.
“Move,” I beg, my hand returning to my dick. “Please, Aaiden. Move.”
Aaiden remains still above me, watching me for signs of distress as his massive body trembles with the effort to hold back. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” My hips shift, trying to create the friction my body craves. “I need you, Aaiden. Please.”
Still, he doesn’t move. His chest heaves with controlled breaths, his pheromones thickening with need. I can smell how much he wants this, how hard he’s fighting his instincts to take, to claim, to possess.
Frustration builds inside me, mingling with the burning need of Heat. I squirm beneath him, trying to force him into motion. A whine rises in my throat, high and needy, begging for relief that only my Alpha can provide.
“Aaiden,” I plead. “I’ll lose my mind if you don’t move.”
He cups my jaw, thumb stroking across my cheekbone. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” My legs wrap tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. “The only thing hurting me is you not moving.”
I must convince him, because his hips finally withdraw in a slow, deliberate drag that has my toes curling. The sensation of his cock dragging along my sensitive walls pulls a broken moan from my chest. He pauses with only the head remaining inside me and gauges my reaction.
“More,” I demand, hands sliding to his shoulders.
He pushes back in with the same maddening slowness, filling me inch by inch until he’s seated once more. The careful control in each movement speaks volumes about his restraint, about how much he cares for my comfort over his own pleasure.
“Faster,” I urge, my patience fraying with each careful thrust. “I won’t break.”
His rhythm increases gradually, each stroke a little quicker, a little harder than the last. The heat of his skin on mine, the weight of him above me without crushing me, the stretch and fullness of him inside me all combine into a pleasure so intense it steals the breath from my lungs.
Then he shifts his angle, his cock dragging across my sweet spot, and stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Fuck!” The word explodes from me, my back, dick grinding against the hard ridges of his abdomen. “Right there. God, Aaiden, right there.”
He strikes that spot again and again, his pace steady but not punishing. With each thrust, the dark memories recede further, replaced by the reality of Aaiden’s pheromones surrounding me, his hands on my skin, his voice in my ear.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, straining with pleasure. “So perfect around me. Taking me so well.”
The praise washes over me, warming places inside that have been cold for too long. Pre-cum drips onto my stomach, my dick throbbing with each thrust. The pressure builds at the base of my spine, tension coiling tighter with each thrust.
“I’m close,” I warn, nails digging into his flesh. “So close.”
His hand wraps around my dick, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation sends electricity arcing through my system, my muscles tightening around him as the pleasure crests.
“Come for me,” he growls, striking the primal part of me that needs to obey my Alpha.
The orgasm crashes through me in a tidal wave, my back bowing off the bed as my release paints white stripes across both our chests. My vision blurs as my body contracts around him.
Aaiden slows but doesn’t stop, working me through the waves of pleasure until I lie shaking beneath him, oversensitive but still burning with need. The Heat isn’t satisfied yet. One orgasm isn’t enough to douse the fire raging inside me.
Before I can voice this need, Aaiden moves, sitting back on his heels and pulling me with him until I straddle his lap, his cock still buried deep inside me. The new position drives him impossibly deeper, making me gasp as he hits places I didn’t know could feel pleasure.
“Ride me,” he says, his hands gripping my hips. “Take what you need.”
I place my palms on his shoulders for leverage and lift myself before sinking back down. The sensation pulls a groan from both of us. I repeat the movement, finding a rhythm that sets my thighs burning but sends sparks of pleasure racing up my spine with each downward stroke.
His hands guide me, supporting my weight without controlling my pace. My dick, already hardening again with the relentless demands of Heat, rubs his stomach with each movement, leaving slick trails across his skin.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Just like that.”
I increase my pace, chasing the building pleasure. Sweat slicks our skin, sex and pheromones thick in the air. My head falls back, eyes closing as I lose myself in sensation.
Aaiden leans forward, his mouth latching onto the sensitive juncture where my neck meets my shoulder. The scrape of teeth over my skin sends a shudder through me, my hips faltering in their rhythm.
“Mark me,” I gasp, needing him to finally claim me. “Please, Aaiden. Make me yours.”
His teeth clamp down harder, not breaking skin but promising more. The pressure, the fullness of him inside me, sends me hurtling toward the edge again.
“Please,” I beg, tilting my head to bare my nape to him. “Give me your Mark.”
A growl rumbles from his chest, and his teeth drag up toward my nape but stop short of where the claiming bite would go. Instead, he bites down hard on my shoulder, the pain-pleasure of it shocking a cry from my lips.
His hips thrust up as I push down, driving him deeper than before. His hands tighten on my hips, fingers digging into flesh hard enough to leave bruises. His rhythm falters, grows erratic.
“I’m going to come,” he warns. “Jade...”
“Inside,” I demand, grinding down onto him. “Fill me up.”
His release hits him with a force that rocks us both, his cock pulsing inside me as heat floods my channel. The sensation of being filled triggers my own climax, my body clenching around him, milking him for everything he has to give.
“Mark me,” I plead again as pleasure whites out my vision. “Claim me, Aaiden.”
His teeth find my shoulder again, biting down hard but not where I need him most. Not a claim to bind us together. The denial sends another wave of pleasure-pain crashing through me, so intense that darkness creeps in at the edges of my consciousness.
“Please,” I whisper as the fever starts to block out my senses and take away my chance to remember the moment. “Make me yours...”
Then the Heat burns out everything else, and I lose myself in my Alpha’s arms.