Chapter 19 Riley #2
“Come,” he commanded, the alpha in his voice undeniable. “Now.”
“Caelan, yes!” I shattered. The orgasm crashed through me in waves, my whole body shaking as he kept licking and tasting, drawing out every last tremor until I was boneless, gasping.
When he finally lifted his head, his chin was wet and his eyes were glowing amber.
“Beautiful,” he said, satisfaction making his tone ragged. “And all fucking mine.”
“Get up here,” I demanded, reaching for him. “Now.”
He obeyed. Crawled up my body, trailing his lips over my stomach, the valley between my breasts, my collarbone, my neck. When he reached my mouth, I pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting myself on his tongue.
“I need you,” I whispered. “Inside me. Now.”
Caelan paused, his thick cock positioned between my thighs, the head rubbing against my wet slit in a delicious way, and hesitation flickered across his face.
“Wait... should we... do you need protective-”
I blinked, trying to get my brain to function through the haze of desire. “I’m clean. And I’m on the pill.”
He frowned. “Clean of what? Diseases?”
“Yes. STDs. Sexually transmitted...”
“And what is a pill?”
I stared at him. Right. Different realm, different everything. Add “explain human contraception to hot werewolf prince” to the list of things I never expected to do mid-foreplay.
“Birth control,” I explained. “It prevents pregnancy.”
“Ah.” He nodded slowly. “Our healers haven’t found any disease in me. Wolves don’t get sick. And it’s been...” He paused, vulnerability crossing his expression. “Years. Since I’ve touched a woman.”
“Years?”
“I wasn’t interested.” He held my gaze, possessive. “I was waiting for you, even before I knew you existed.”
The words hit me somewhere deep. Also, years? Years? And he was this good at it? Some people really did have all the luck.
I reached up, cupped his face.
“Then stop waiting,” I whispered. “Take what’s yours.”
The shift was instant. The soft way he touched me was gone, now he looked like a hunter ready to grab his prey. His pupils blew wide, the amber ring expanding, and I saw the wolf there, just beneath the surface.
He pushed forward slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching my pussy open.
I gasped, the burn mixing with pleasure as he sank deeper.
Inch by inch, he filled me until he was buried to the hilt.
We both froze for a second, panting, our foreheads pressed together.
His body trembled against mine, every muscle taut.
“Fuck, Riley,” he gritted out. “Okay?”
“More.” I dug my nails into his back. “I need more.”
He started moving then, pulling back and thrusting in with deep, controlled strokes, making me feel every ridge and vein.
His hands cupped my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks as he kissed me between each push.
Soft, lingering kisses that made my chest ache.
This was real, connected, the kind of sex that hit you in the gut.
“You feel...” He shuddered, voice wrecked. “Fucking perfect. Like you were made for me.”
“I was.” I didn’t know where the words came from, but they felt true. “Apparently.”
His restraint didn’t last. Caelan’s control started to slip.
Each thrust grew harder, faster, his hips snapping against mine with a wet slap. A low growl rumbled from his chest, and his eyes flashed fully yellow now, the wolf taking over. He gripped my hips bruisingly tight, pinning me in place.
“Can you handle it rougher?” he demanded, voice low and edged with hunger. “I need to fuck you like I mean it. Tell me you want my cock pounding you, that you can take it.”
“Yes,” I breathed, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. “Give it to me hard. Don’t hold back.”
He snatched my wrists, slamming them above my head with one big hand. His strength was overwhelming, I couldn’t budge an inch. Instead of fear, it sent a rush of heat straight to my core, my pussy clenching around him. It was intoxicating.
“Stay put,” he ordered, his free hand sliding down to rub my clit in firm circles. “Be my good girl and don’t move them.”
The praise hit me like a spark. I nodded, breathless. “Yes...”
“That’s right, very good,” he growled, slamming into me harder. The bed creaked under us, my moans turning to cries with each brutal thrust. “Fuck, you like that? You like being told what to do?”
Shit. Busted.
“Yes...”
“Then take what I give you. Tell me who owns you.”
“You do,” I gasped, arching up. “This pussy is yours. All of me.”
He nipped at my neck, teeth grazing just enough to sting. “Damn right. Mine to claim.”
In a blur, he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up so my ass was in the air. He drove back in from behind, the new angle hitting that deep spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. I screamed, fisting the sheets as he pounded relentlessly.
“Fuck, look at you,” he said, voice thick with lust. His hands dug into my ass cheeks, spreading them. “So desperate for my cock.”
“Caelan... please...”
“Please what? Use your words, little menace.”
“Harder... I need... more...”
“First say you’re mine,” he growled, thrusting hard. “Say it.”
“Yes... yours...”
“Louder. Scream it.”
“YOURS!” The word tore from my throat as he tugged my hair, arching my back further.
“That’s right.” His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back, arching my spine. “You belong to me, Riley. Every inch of you. And I belong to you.”
His palm cracked against my ass, the sharp sting blooming into heat that made me throb. I moaned against the sheets, my body tingling with pleasure. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Shit. This was how sex was supposed to feel like?
“You like that? Getting spanked while I rail you?” His voice was rough, demanding.
“God, yes... do it again.”
He spanked me again, harder this time, followed by his fingers pinching my clit. The pain and pleasure twisted together, pushing me right to the edge. “Such a good girl.” His voice was pure gravel. “Taking me so well. Come for me, Riley. Milk my cock with that tight pussy. Now.”
I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me in violent waves. I screamed his name, body shaking as my walls clamped down on him, pulsing hard.
He followed seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling hot cum inside me with a guttural roar. We collapsed together, sweaty and spent, his weight a comforting press against my back.
After a minute, I managed a hoarse laugh. “Holy fuck, that was... intense.”
He chuckled low, kissing my shoulder. “Yeah. And we’re just getting started.”
I was going to need a minute. Or an hour. Or possibly a new spine. But we didn’t stay collapsed for long. After a minute or two of catching our breath, I felt him hardening again inside me. I raised an eyebrow.
“Werewolf stamina,” he said, not apologetic at all. Almost smug. “I could go again. Unless you can’t handle it.”
“Unless I can’t...” I laughed, breathless, incredulous. “You just gave me the best orgasm of my life and you’re questioning my stamina?”
“Prove me wrong.” Challenge glittered in his gaze. “Show me what you’ve got, little menace.”
I pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, his cock still nestled inside my pussy, the position making our juices slip slightly from my entrance. Approval flared in his expression. His hands found my hips automatically, grip bruising.
If the Alpha Prince wanted a challenge, the Alpha Prince was going to get one.
“Ride me,” he ordered. “Take what you need.”
So I did. I lifted myself up and sank down onto him in one fast movement, watching his face contort with pleasure. He felt bigger like this, and I moaned as I felt his cock drag against my sensitive walls. His jaw clenched, his eyes rolled back, and his grip on my hips tightened. I loved it.
“Fuck... Riley...”
“My turn to set the pace.”
I rolled my hips against him, grinding down slow at first, feeling every inch of his cock stretch me open from the inside.
The fullness hit me just right, sending sparks up my spine.
His hands roamed up my sides, rough palms scraping lightly over my skin before they settled on my breasts, squeezing them firm.
His thumbs flicked over my nipples, pinching just enough to make me hiss.
“You’re stunning,” he breathed out, voice low and gravelly, eyes locked on mine like he couldn’t look away.
I smirked through the building heat, leaning forward to brace my hands on his chest. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“It’s not flattery. It’s fact.” He bucked his hips up sharp, driving deeper, and we both let out these deep groans that echoed in the quiet room.
I picked up the pace, riding him harder, my thighs burning as I lifted and slammed back down.
The wet sounds of my pussy sliding over his cock filled the air, mixing with our heavy breaths.
His fingers trailed down my stomach, finding that spot where we connected.
He pressed his thumb against my clit, rubbing tight circles that made my rhythm stutter, pleasure spiking hot and fast.
“Don’t stop,” he growled, grabbing my hips to pull me down harder onto him. His grip bruised in the best way, guiding me as I bounced. “Keep going. Let me watch you fall apart on my cock again.”
“Caelan...” My voice cracked, head tipping back as the pressure built low in my belly.
“Come on, little menace.” Alpha command laced his words. “Be a good girl and come for me again.”
I clenched around him tight, the orgasm hitting like a wave crashing over me.
My walls pulsed hard, gripping his length as I cried out, body shaking.
He thrust up one last time, deep and forceful, his back arching off the bed.
Hot spurts of cum filled me up, and he groaned my name like a prayer, arms wrapping around my waist to hold me close.
We collapsed in a sweaty heap, me draped over his chest, his heartbeat thundering under my ear. His hands stroked lazy patterns on my back, both of us panting like we’d run a marathon.
“I could do this forever,” he murmured after a minute, lips brushing my hair.
I laughed softly, still catching my breath. “We might need water. And snacks. And possibly physical therapy.”
“I’ll have them delivered,” he said, chuckling. His fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head up for a slow kiss. “But first... round three?”
“Werewolf stamina,” I sighed. At this rate, I wasn’t going to be able to walk tomorrow. Totally worth it. I grinned against his mouth, already feeling that familiar ache building again. “Only if you make it worth my while.”
This time was slower.
He rolled us so we were facing each other, side by side, legs tangled. He pushed into me gently, and we moved together in an unhurried rhythm, deep languid strokes that made me feel weightless.
His forehead pressed against mine. His hand cupped my face, thumb stroking my cheek.
“I love you,” he whispered against my lips.
“I love you,” I mumbled back, his love mixing with mine in my chest, filling my heart in a way that battled the feeling of his cock filling my pussy.
“I’ll spend the rest of my life proving I deserve you, Riley.” He peppered kisses all over my face.
“You already deserve me.” I cupped his face, making sure I caught his gaze. “You are worthy.”
He smiled, vulnerable. A smile I’d never seen from him before.
“I want to claim you,” he said quietly.
“Well, you’ve been claiming me since round one,” I said. “What does that mean?”
“It’s sealing the bond, making it permanent.
” He was still moving inside me, pulling my leg over his hip and pounding inside my pussy relentlessly even as he explained.
“A bite. Here.” His fingers traced the junction of my neck and shoulder, featherlight.
“It connects us fully. You’ll feel my emotions as clearly as I feel yours. You’ll heal faster. Live longer.”
“How much longer?”
“Centuries. Maybe more.”
My breath caught. Centuries with him…
“What else?” I asked.
“You won’t change. You won’t become a wolf. You’ll just be... mine. Officially. In a way no one can ever undo.”
I looked at him, really look at him. His eyes, his face, the way he was looking at me, treating me. How he’d been treating me since the first moment we met. And suddenly, there was no hesitation in my heart, just pure certainty.
“Yes,” I said.
His whole body went taut. “Yes?”
“Yes. Claim me. Make me yours.”
The sound he made was inhuman. Joy, relief, need, all rolled into one. He thrust deeper, building the rhythm, and I felt myself climbing toward another peak. I’d never had so many orgasms in one night. Hell, maybe not even in one week, at least not with a man.
“Look at me,” he commanded, voice rough. “Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you when I make you mine.”
I held his gaze, watched his face as the pleasure built and built. His eyes went full amber, glowing in the low light, and I could see the wolf there, hungry and devoted.
“I love you,” he said. “More than anything. More than my kingdom, more than my own life.”
“I love you too, Caelan. So damn much.”
He thrusted two more times, his fingers pinching my clit, and the orgasm hit me in a wave, and at the exact moment I crested, he struck. His teeth sank into my shoulder, and my world exploded.
It wasn’t just pleasure, it was a flood of emotion pouring into me.
Caelan’s love crashing through my chest. His fear, his joy, I felt him even more than I had before.
Not just his body against mine, but his soul.
His overwhelming love, his bone-deep relief, his fierce protectiveness.
His awe that I was really his, really here and choosing him.
I’d been feeling him even before the claiming, because we were always meant to be connected. Two halves of one whole. The sensation overwhelmed me, making me lose myself in between our shared pleasure.
When I came back to myself, I was crying.
“Did I hurt you?” He was pulling back, searching my face, concern breaking through the amber in his eyes. “Riley...”
“I’m fine.” I was laughing through the tears. “I’m perfect. I just... I can feel you. Everything. It’s a lot.”
His expression softened. Relief flooded through the bond, and I marveled at how clearly I could sense him now.
“I felt you before,” I said, wonder in my voice. “At book club. In the alley. I didn’t understand it then, but I was feeling you. Because we’re...”
“Mates,” he finished. “Yes. We’ve been connected since the moment I found you, though you shouldn’t have felt it, since you’re human. Maybe it’s because our bond is so strong. The claiming right now just... completed it.”
He pulled me against his chest, wrapping around me protectively. His hand covered the fresh mark on my shoulder, the claiming mark, and warmth pulsed through it.
We fell asleep tangled together, my head on his chest, his hand covering the claiming mark.
Mate. Finally.