16. Kel #3
A rough growl rips out of my chest. Her honest vulnerability snaps the last thread of my restraint. I need her right now.
I stare down at her, letting the silence stretch for a beat. It's just me and her. I want a solo run. I want to show her how much I want her.
"Good. I'm going to make you lose your mind." I slide my hands down to her waist, gripping her hips.
"I want you to. I want you to take over." She arches her back, pressing her chest against mine.
My mouth crushes against hers, parting her lips with my tongue while she opens for me, sliding her fingers up my shaved undercut to grip the bun at the back of my head.
I swallow the muffled moans vibrating in her throat as teeth clash, fighting for control in the quiet shed.
Her back arches, pressing her chest against my bare skin while my rough thumbs dig into her stomach.
Gasping for air, we break apart. My hands catch her hips, lifting her up and spinning around to set her down on the edge of the wooden workbench. A box of loose nails rattles and a sanding block gets shoved aside by her thighs as her legs wrap around my waist, pulling my hips flush against her.
Stepping between her spread thighs, I bury my face in the crook of her neck, dragging my lips over her racing pulse.
Lavender and arousal fill my nose. My teeth scrape against her skin as I suck a dark mark into the side of her neck.
The silver marks from her prior Alphas catch the light, a constant reminder of her history.
My teeth graze her throat, waiting for her permission before I leave a permanent mark.
Will she ever be ready to let us add our own?
A soft moan escapes her as she tilts her head back. My mouth follows the curve of her throat down to her collarbone, dragging my lips over the skin before I catch the hem of her oversized gray sweater and pull it over her head.
The fabric hits the floor while my hands move to the waistband of her leggings. She lifts her hips off the wood, bracing her weight on her palms as my fingers hook into the stretchy material and her lace panties, pulling them down her thighs.
While she's still lifted, my palms slide up the backs of her bare thighs to grab her ass. Dragging her forward to the very edge of the workbench, I position her before she settles her weight back down. Her fleece-lined boots hit the floor as she kicks her legs free of the tangled clothes.
"Let me take care of you." My voice comes out as a rasp.
She spreads her knees wider. Her center is soaked, juices dripping down her inner thighs. The sight of her so ready for me sends a surge of adrenaline straight to my cock.
Kneeling on the shed floor, I grip her ass to hold her in place. Leaning forward, I press my mouth against her soaking wet folds.
"Fuck, Kel." Vayda's back arches, her hands slamming down on the wooden workbench to brace herself.
My tongue drives deep inside her. She tastes sweet. Lapping at her dripping juices, I drag my tongue in long, flat strokes from her entrance to her swollen clit. Swirling my tongue over the peak with steady suction, I suck the sensitive bundle of nerves into my mouth.
Her thighs tremble against my cheeks while she begs her hips forward, chasing the friction. Tightening my grip on her ass, I hold her flush against my face. Two fingers slide deep into her wet opening, pumping in and out with a demanding rhythm while my mouth works her clit.
"Kel... please, right there. Keep going." Vayda trembles, her back arching off the workbench while her legs shake against my shoulders.
A cry escapes her as her muscles twitch with the start of her climax. Shoving my jeans and boxers down to my boots, I stand up. Catching her hips, I align myself with her soaked opening and drive forward, burying every inch inside her while she's still coming.
Vayda lets out an unrestrained moan that echoes off the wooden walls. Her inner muscles clamp down around my shaft, squeezing me like a vice.
"Fuck." My jaw clenches against the intense pleasure.
Pulling back until just the head is inside her wet opening, I slam forward again, driving my entire shaft deep inside her. Every thrust mirrors the same driving energy I bring to the ice.
The wooden workbench creaks under our weight. The wet smack of my hips against her thighs fills the small room as my sweat drips from my bare chest onto her skin. Her fingernails dig into my bare shoulders, leaving indentations.
"Harder!" Her voice breaks on a sob.
The angle changes as I grind my shaft against her G-spot. My knot swells at the base of my cock, pressing against her entrance while the bulb nudges her slick opening wider with every deep thrust.
"I'm coming again!" She throws her head back against the wall, her breath catching in her throat.
"Let go, Vayda." The pace increases to a fast blur.
"Kel!" She calls my name as the orgasm rips through her system. Her tight opening milks my cock in pulsing spasms that drag me over the edge with her.
The intense sensation pushes me to the brink.
A guttural groan echoes through the shed as I drive forward one final time, forcing my swollen knot past her tight opening to lock us together.
The thick bulb stretches her wide, keeping us anchored while my climax hits.
My dick pulses deep inside her, flooding her tight passage with hot, thick cum.
I rest my forehead against her shoulder, staying buried deep in her slick heat while our breathing slows. The scent of cedar and musk hangs in the quiet air of the shed.
Our breathing settles to a steady rhythm.
"I've got you. I'm going to keep you and Brendan safe." I brush a stray lock of hair from her cheek, my chest rising and falling against her breasts.
"You're already doing it, Kel. You three brought the light back into this house." Vayda pulls back, cupping my face with her warm palms as she locks her eyes on mine.
"Thanks for choosing to stay. Thanks for pushing me." She leans forward, resting her head against my chest.