26. Lilith #2
“Whatever it is, do it.” My hair must be a mess like his. I love it when he wrecks me. “I trust you.”
“I’ll never hurt you,” he reassures me, his voice strained. “Not ever.”
“I know.”
With his gaze burrowing into mine, he uses one hand to yank the stethoscope from around his neck. Alaric is careful as he loops it around my throat and holds both ends with one hand at the side of my neck.
The tubing presses against my skin. It tightens around me when Alaric tugs on it lightly.
My gasp has his cock dripping for me. My thumb is soaked with his need.
His unhinged devotion and the arousal rolling from him are unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced.
“I’ll never hurt you,” he repeats.
“I know.” There’s no describing how I feel with the stethoscope wrapped around me like a collar. Alaric’s ownership lights me up from the inside. “I trust you. I belong to you.”
“Yeah, you do.” Less than a beat passes, and just like that, he pries my hands off him. “Socks. Shoes. Jeans. Panties. Everything off.”
Despite the tremors racking through me, I obey, toeing off my sneakers and socks. My jeans and panties go next, my hands yanking them down while the stethoscope stays around my neck.
He releases the stethoscope when I’m done. Then he grabs me under my thighs and hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his lean waist.
“So beautiful.” The feel of just the tip of his cock inside me is insane. It’s too much and nowhere near enough. “So mine,” he whispers, his hand returning to the stethoscope, tugging it without hurting me.
My hands barely have time to find his shoulders before he buries himself to the hilt, the forceful shove knocking the air from my lungs.
The invasion, the stretch, how deep he goes, feels like he’s tearing me from the inside. Forcing me to adjust to the shape of his dick.
“Remember that I love you.” Five words, and my pain morphs into intense pleasure that has me seeing stars. “Because I’m going to fuck you like I don’t.”
I clench my pussy, dig my nails into his shoulders, and hiss, “Yes.”
His eyes darken, and then I’m slammed into the wall over and over as he rams his cock into me.
My breath and body are his captives, and he does as he warned me. Fucks me like he hates me. Uses me for his pleasure, beating my pussy without a shred of mercy.
Then there’s the limited airflow. The way my head rocks against the wall. The pounding, the fullness.
All of it drags me deeper under him, making me feel more his than I already am.
I’ve never been more aroused in my life.
“Good fucking girl.” He emphasizes each word by slamming harder into me. “Tell me, who owns you, Lilith? This tight little cunt soaking my cock, who does she belong to?”
“You.” My walls clench around him, electricity humming beneath my skin. “You.”
“Say my name.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “Say it, dammit.”
“You do. Alaric.” I’m mindless. Boneless. His. “Alaric.”
“Again.” The thicker he gets, the more brutal he is. He’s making it hurt. Making me take him. “I fucking love my name on your lips.”
“Alaric.” My pussy is hot, swollen. I’m so close. “I’m almost there. Want… Need…”
I have no idea what.
Alaric does. One flick of his hand, and the stethoscope is on the floor.
Just like that one time he used his hand like a necklace around my throat, the rush of fresh air doesn’t just make me come. It turns the orgasm into an earthquake. I’m gasping, clawing at his neck.
When he kisses me, it’s like I’m coming apart and being put back together at the same time.
“Look at you.” Both his hands grab me under my thighs, holding me in place so his cock can go deep and hard, again, again, again. “You’re going to take my seed, aren’t you, Lilith?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, voice weak because I’m still coming. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.
“Going to let me”—groan—“fill your stomach up. Going to stretch so prettily for me when you carry my”—thrust—“fucking”—gasp—“babies.”
“Please.”
That one whisper snaps the last of his control.
He slams into me the hardest as he groans his release. Alaric’s teeth sink into my shoulder as his cum soaks my pussy, then drips down my thighs.
He’s marking me.
Breeding me.
Claiming me.
“You’re perfect.” The kiss on the crook of my neck has me shuddering.
We stay there for a while until, slowly and carefully, he pulls out and helps me down. His expression is softer by the time he’s on his knees, dressing me like the knight in shining armor that he is.
Softer, but not soft.
Because when he stands, I see the feral glint in his eyes. It flashes there right before he kisses me so hard I forget how to breathe.
We’re connected. Bound for life.
Maybe now’s the time he’ll tell me everything. After that, I’ll feel free to confess too.
It’ll be a dream come true.
“I—” Alaric starts.
“Fucking traffic was a nightmare today,” a man grumbles right outside the door.
Close.
Too close.
The construction workers.
Possessiveness flashes over Alaric’s face.
Another man says, “Maybe stop asking your wife to drop you off at work and take the subway like the rest of us.”
While he speaks, Alaric turns me around, his deft fingers fixing my hair.
“Who asked you?” the first man groans.
“Don’t worry about them. We’re going to walk out of here together.” Alaric spins me, kisses me, grabs his stethoscope, then pulls me behind him and looks at me over his shoulder. “I’ve got you.”
I nod, forcing a smile on my lips and hoping like hell it reaches my eyes.