7. Lilith
LILITH
People move all around us. Doctors, nurses, and patients fill every corridor we cross.
My attention isn’t on any of them. It’s on Alaric. Only him.
On his hand that stays firm on my waist.
On the way his eyes cut to mine every other second.
He makes me feel special. Like he’s staking his claim on me. Parading me, even.
“Careful.” Without slowing, Alaric hauls me close, tucking me to his side when someone almost crashes into me. His gaze is hot as it lands on mine. “I’ve got you.”
“Thanks,” I say, when what I really want to do is climb my protector.
As if listening in on my thoughts, his fingers tighten on my waist.
Ugh, when are we getting there, wherever it is he’s taking me?
A few feet later, as he slows to a stop, I have my answer.
“We’re here.” He pulls open a staff-only supply door near the elevators.
As he ushers me into the small supply closet, restless energy buzzes under my skin.
This is actually happening. I’m about to do…something with the man I’ve been obsessed with for years.
Each step I take has my pulse skittering, my thoughts spiraling.
Hell, I’m not even walking.
I’m floating.
Once we’re inside, he closes the door with a soft click.
And then it’s just the two of us.
His presence closes in on me, filling the already tight space, backing me up against the wall.
“Are you sure about this?” I whisper, meaning the unlocked door.
“Sure about what?” He slams a hand next to my head one moment, and the next, his lips brush my ear. “About you?”
“Well, I…” When his mouth drifts to the corner of mine, my brain short-circuits. Words I shouldn’t be saying this soon come tumbling out of me before I can stop them. “Yes, about me.”
“It’s too fast, but…” He flips on the light before gripping my jaw. His face levels with mine, his entire posture radiating power and lust. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.”
Shock clogs my throat. I stand there, flustered and painfully needy as Alaric rips his backpack and hoodie off.
His shirt lifts a little as he does, revealing taut muscles and a light trail of hair leading to the waistband of his boxers, and lower, to the cock straining against his scrubs.
My cheeks are on fire, my stomach fluttering as I realize he looks bigger than he felt against my back. The tempting outline of the head through the thin material sends a shudder through me.
I wish I knew what to do. How to take what I want without being awkward about it.
Soon.
“Lilith.”
My eyes shoot up to find him smirking. It’s a sinful curve of his lips that leaves me breathless.
A second later, the smirk is gone.
“You have no idea…” His hand wraps around my throat, his fingers holding me in place without hurting me. He uses his thumb to apply just enough pressure beneath my chin to tip my head up. To make sure my eyes are locked on his all-consuming ones. “The things you do to me…”
Before I get to ask what?, he leans in, almost giving me my first kiss. I hold my breath, my hands flexing at my sides, a whimper slipping past my lips.
He curses in that husky voice of his, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
Please, don’t let him regret this.
He doesn’t give me an answer, simply pulls away, sets his pager on top of his hoodie, then rises to his full height.
Alaric hovers over me. Any sign of his inner turmoil has been wiped from his face. In its place is a man who emanates power, confidence, and so much desire that my breath catches.
“Push your jeans down your thighs.”
It’s an order.
It’s also him asking for my consent.
I can tell because his hands are balled into fists at his sides, as if he’s barely holding himself back from ripping my clothes off.
I love it.
But I don’t want him to be respectful anymore.
I want him to guide and dominate me. To teach me what it means to be his.
“If I have to do everything on my own,” I tease. “It’s only fair that I’ll be the one tasting myself.”
His cock jerks, the strong reaction emboldening me.
“You can watch if you like, but that’s—”
“Jesus Christ.” He’s all intent, all sexual energy as he undoes the button of my jeans. As my zipper lowers, I catch myself on the wall with both hands, my body growing way too aware of his. “This mouth.”
“What about it?” My voice is nothing but a breath.
I gasp when he yanks me toward him by the waistband of my jeans. Then my body comes alive from the way he nips at my bottom lip. He’s completely unaware that this other almost-first kiss leaves me delirious with need, dizzy with anticipation.
“It’s filthy.”
Then he slides one hand to my hip. The other inches beneath my panties and moves down my pubic bone, coaxing a shiver out of me. I nearly groan, but snap my lips shut before it slips out.
“You don’t have to be quiet, not completely,” he murmurs, warming my heart in ways he can’t understand at the moment by giving me permission to be myself.
So I try it. When he rubs me again, I suck in a gasp, and his expression is both aroused and pleased.
At that, finally, he gives me my first kiss ever.
I’m barely aware of what’s going on when his tongue swipes against mine.
Fireworks. Everywhere.
“You know…” he says between one kiss and the other.
His fingertip skims over my clit.
“Oh. Oh.” I grab his neck, needing something to hold on to, or I’ll fall in a heap on the floor. “What?”
“Your lips are going to look so fucking pretty.” My lips tingle. Arousal soaks my inner thighs. “When they stretch around my cock.”
My sigh of relief is more of a moan when Alaric drives a finger into my heat.
“Fuck, Lilith,” he breathes out as he strokes me.
He’s rubbing a spot inside that has my head spinning.
My hips start rocking into him, a shameless, unpracticed grind.
“You’re so tight. Sucking my finger in like that.
My fat cock is going to tear this cunt in half, and I don’t even feel bad about it. ”
“Who said I’d let you?”
Me, I did. In my dreams. In every fantasy I’ve had since I turned eighteen.
“Still testing me.” Without warning, he pulls out to spear me with two fingers instead. “Two can play this game.”
“Oh, God.”
He finger-fucks me, his skilled touch and attuned gaze working me into a breathless, twitching mess.
And though he gives more attention to the spots my body responds to most, he’s not nice about it. Not the polite doctor who asked for my consent minutes ago.
He’s as feral as he is determined.
Exactly like I begged him to be, in so many words.
“Alaric.” When he presses the heel of his hand to my clit, I’m gone. My muscles strain. Heat surges through me. “I—I, fuck.”
“Not yet.”
This vicious, horrible man removes his hand from my clit, leaving only the tips of his fingers circling my entrance.
“Why?” My bones never ache when I touch myself. They do now. “Why?”
He wraps his fingers around my neck and drags my face toward him at the same time he lowers his.
Only this time, it isn’t a soft, testing kiss.
After he coaxes my lips to part, his tongue wages a war with mine.
It’s good. So good.
But every time I try to get more of his fingers, he takes his hand away.
I scowl, my lips moving along his swollen, wet ones. “You’re mean.”
“And you’re a beautiful, stubborn girl.” He tears himself off me, leaving me breathless against the wall.
“What did I do?” I’m panting, hurting from being so damn empty.
“Nothing.”
“Then?”
He raises his hand to his mouth. “I told you I was after this particular secret.”
Watching him suck his fingers clean is both vile and beautiful. He makes a low sound in the back of his throat, then pops them out.
“And since you won’t let me have the rest of your secrets yet”—he adjusts the thick bulge in his scrubs, the only sign that he’s as on edge as I am—“I’ll force them out of you by denying you this orgasm you so desperately need.”
“No. Please.” Despite the ache between my legs, an overwhelming thrill shoots through me seeing how curious he is. “Dr. Lockwood. Touch me.”
“Remember, you’re the one who asked for it.”
His fingers are back inside me, and it’s unbearable. The soft strokes are pure agony.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Because you don’t get to come.”
I squirm, grinding my teeth. “Why not?”
“I’ve been clear about the rules, Lilith. I need you to tell me who you are.”
He teases me by removing his fingers, then sliding one of them back up to the first knuckle before pulling out.
“What’s your last name?”
“No.”
“When and where have we met?”
Holy shit, he does recognize me. It can’t be happening so soon.
But maybe it’ll be okay if we’re both honest with each other?
“Fine, I’ll tell you, if…” My breath stutters as I cling to his neck again.
“If?”
“What did you write on the napkin?” I ask, my voice rough and still thick with desire.
“The napkin…” He pulls his fingers out, looking feral as he fixes his eyes on me. “It’s as if you’re begging to be punished.”
I don’t know what kind of punishment he means. All I know is that the word should scare me.
It doesn’t.
“What punishment?”
“You’ll see.” He grabs me and turns me to face the wall, and I let him. I surrender to the roughness of his touch, trusting him never to hurt me.
And he doesn’t. His hands are hot as they run over my arms. My waist. The underside of my breasts, then my hips. He stops there, digging his fingers into my flesh, leaving his marks.
It feels right until he adds, “And when you do, you’ll take it. Even if I don’t deserve to touch you, look at you, or breathe in your direction.”
I have no idea what that means. I want to ask him, but there’s not a moment to do that when he shoves my jeans down to my knees.
And spanks me.
The sharp, unexpected crack stings, and I yelp, “Ow.”
“I love these sounds you’re making, but you can’t be that loud here.” His hand clamps over my mouth. “Even in a busy hospital, someone could hear you.”
Nothing in his tone sounds angry. He’s shielding me, and somehow, that makes the heat inside me burn hotter.