Chapter 24 #2
Relief and hunger flash across his face as he leans down to capture my mouth in a kiss that steals my breath. His hand slides into my newly cropped hair, fingers threading through the short strands at the back of my head.
“You’re sure?” he asks, lips brushing mine, his control impressive even now.
I answer by wrapping my legs around his waist and grinding up against him. “I want everything, Aaiden. Don’t hold back.”
His growl rumbles through both our bodies as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth to claim every crevice. The hand in my hair tightens hard enough to sting as he tilts my head back, exposing my throat to his attention.
I moan as his lips trace the line of my jaw before moving lower to the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. His teeth scrape over my skin, not breaking the surface but promising what’s to come.
My dick strains to escape my boxers, already leaking as Aaiden’s pheromones flood my senses. The combination of his scent, his touch, and the hint of pain from his grip on my hair sends pleasure spiraling through me.
I reach between us, shoving at his pants, which somehow stayed in place through our wrestling. “Need you naked. Now.”
He laughs, the sound vibrating into my chest. “Bossy brat.”
I manage to hook my toes in his waistband and work his pants and boxers down his thighs. “You love it.”
“God help me, I do.” He shifts to help me get them the rest of the way off.
We’re a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick skin sliding together, his hard body driving mine into the mattress. Still on my back, Aaiden kneels between my spread thighs, his cock heavy between us.
“Fuck me,” I demand, raising my knees toward my chest to give him easier access to my entrance.
“Patience.” He grips his cock at the base, the veins prominent under his fingers.
I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft, feeling it pulse with heat. His pre-cum drips onto my fingers, and I bring them to my mouth, sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact.
His breath hitches. “Keep teasing me, and I’ll come again before I even get inside you.”
I grin, reaching down to stroke his cock again, feeling it throb against my palm. “Maybe I want that.”
His fingers tangle in the longer strands of hair at my crown to hold me in place. “You don’t.”
“Try me.”
His chest shifts as he leans down, lips brushing my ear. “Spread your legs wider.”
I grip behind my knees and pull my legs apart, proud that years of stretching have given me the flexibility to open myself for my Alpha.
“Such a pretty hole.” He guides his fat head to my entrance while his free hand grips my thigh. “So wet and ready for me.”
Pressure builds, and then he breaches my body, sheathing himself in one long thrust. The burn is exquisite, my rim stretching around his girth, and I strain upward, capturing his mouth with mine, tongues battling as he rocks into me.
“Fuck, Jade,” he groans into my mouth, the short thrust he can’t hold back dragging a moan from me. “You’re squeezing my cock so good.”
“Harder,” I demand, digging my nails into his back. “Fucking ruin me.”
He answers with a snarl, driving his cock so deep I swear I can taste it in my throat. Each thrust nails my prostate, making my hole clench and flutter around his thick shaft.
He releases my thigh to shove his arms beneath me, hands locking on my shoulders to hold me in place as he pins me to the mattress.
I dig my nails into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
He buries himself deeper, hips snapping forward with brutal force, his thick cock stretching me wide. My own dick rocks against his flexing abs, the swollen head leaking pre-cum that smears across our stomachs with the surge of his body into mine.
“Come for me,” he whispers, catching my lips in a bruising kiss.
I shatter beneath him, my whole body folding into this one perfect moment. My ass clenches around him at the same time hot cum pumps onto both of our stomachs as I convulse, the world narrowing down to the pounding of our hearts and the slick friction between us.
Aaiden groans as my inner muscles milk his length. “Jade, I’m going to—”
“Inside,” I gasp, still riding the waves of my climax. “I want to feel you.”
His rhythm falters as his own release approaches, his thrusts becoming erratic. I cross my ankles high around his waist, ankles locking behind his back to pull him deeper.
With a final thrust, Aaiden buries himself to the hilt and comes, his cock pulsing as he empties himself inside me. His head drops to my shoulder, a growl rumbling from his chest as he shudders through his orgasm.
We stay connected as our breathing slows and returns to normal, neither of us willing to break the moment. Aaiden’s weight is comforting rather than crushing, his body a warm blanket keeping me grounded.
When he moves, he eases out of me with a gentleness in direct opposition to the hard fuck he just gave me. Shifting onto his back, he gathers me to his chest.
I sprawl across him, our spent cocks nestled together, sticky with cum but too satiated to care. His hand traces idle patterns on my back, while his lips brush my forehead in feather-light kisses.
“I’m going to Mark you,” he says after a while, soft but certain. “At your next Heat. If you’ll have me.”
A thrill shoots through me as six years of wanting crystallize into this moment. “If you don’t, we’re revisiting the kidnapping plan.”
He nuzzles my throat and growls. “I hate this. You need to wash off whatever blockers you used.”
“No can do. They’re waterproof.”
Displeasure rumbles through him, vibrating my entire body, before he stops. “You never said it back, you know.”
I brace my arms on his chest to look down at him in confusion. “Said what?”
“That you love me.” His expression is open, vulnerable in a way I’ve rarely seen. “I’ve waited just as long to hear it.”
I cock my head to the side. “But I’m only after your money.”
“Brat.” He drags me down for a kiss, biting my lips and sucking my tongue until I feel bruised. When he releases me, I’m breathless and smiling.
“I love you,” I confess against his lips. “I never stopped, not even when I wanted to kill you for micromanaging my every move.”
His smile is worth every moment of heartache, every second of uncertainty.
“Worth the wait,” he murmurs, and pulls me back down.