30. Lilith #2
I nod once, waiting for my pulse to slow before I say, “I trust you.”
Three simple words, and his hand clenches around the tubing. So tight that his knuckles turn white.
I hope he always remembers this moment. I wish that, when he considers telling me about his storage unit, he’ll remind himself how honest I looked tonight. That I’m on his side, no matter what.
“I’m going to lift your shirt.” Alaric’s hoarse voice pulls me back to the present. He loosens his grip on his stethoscope, then releases it altogether.
“Now?” I whisper, pretending to be shy and self-conscious about it.
“Yes.” His thumbs and index fingers grab the hem of my T-shirt, while his other fingers skim the waistband of my panties. “Is that okay?”
When he pushes the waistband down less than an inch, I lose it. My hands ball into fists, and my heels dig into the floor as I whimper.
His answer is shoving my panties a little lower while cocking an eyebrow.
“Mmm—yes.” The sounds slipping from my mouth grow more desperate when he finishes messing with my panties and starts lifting my shirt. “It’s okay. Keep going.”
“All right, let me raise it higher then.” The back of his hand brushing my skin sends more heat pooling between my thighs. “We’re almost there. You’re doing so well.”
“Oh. Oh.” My breath catches, because the farther up his hand travels, the closer he gets to touching me where I ache. “Alaric…”
“Miss Rayne.” His forehead creases, gaze cutting to my face. “It’s Dr. Lockwood.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I don’t miss how huge his pupils are. “Anything bothering you, or can I continue?”
“I’m fine.” My voice doesn’t sound like me. My pussy has never felt as empty. As needy. “Go on.”
“I can tell you’re tense. It’s understandable.”
“Umm, okay, maybe I am. A little.”
More like a lot. Unbearable heat flares over my neck and cheeks when he draws my shirt up above my breasts, even though I know I shouldn’t be nervous.
It’s Alaric, after all. My Alaric. Not some random doctor.
But this checkup and his mostly detached attitude make it feel less like a game and more like something real. Forbidden too. Even more so than when we’re sneaking around the hospital.
“Hmm.” He nods, bunching my shirt high on my chest.
Then his fingers, not-so-accidentally, graze the area above my tits. The soft touch coaxes a shudder out of me. My nipples turn to hard points from the cool air brushing them.
I’m so on edge that a whimper escapes me.
“I can help you with that.” He dips his chin, his attention lowering to my breasts. “With settling down, I mean. While I perform the exam.”
Alaric’s insinuation sends a sharp ache between my thighs. I need his teeth sinking into my flesh. His cock splitting me in half.
“Please, I want to settle down,” I whisper instead of begging for what I really want, because that would only put an end to our game. “I’ll take whatever you prescribe.”
“I know.”
The moment his hand slides below my panties, a guttural moan rushes past my lips. My eyes slam shut against the onslaught of sensations.
It gets more intense when Alaric slides a finger into my sex. He fucks me with it at an almost detached pace, as if the act is purely functional.
“Open your eyes,” he says in his doctor voice. “Look at me.”
I do as I’m told, though he looks so good it’s almost impossible to hold his gaze.
“Good. Now tell me, how’s this, Miss Rayne?” There’s something filthy about how controlled he stays, how his expression hardens as he uses my arousal to pleasure me. “Better?”
My mouth won’t cooperate. My hips, though, respond to his every touch, grinding to match his pace.
“Looks like an improvement.” The rhythm he’s stroking me with becomes slower, too slow. “Good. Good.”
“What? No.” My eyebrows fly up. “Please, I need…”
“You need to calm down,” he says through gritted teeth, his tone low and controlled. His hand stays between my legs, but his finger barely moves. “I can’t listen to your lungs when your breathing is irregular.”
“Okay,” I rasp, then shift my legs wider. A plea for more. “Okay. I’ll be good.”
“You already are.” The praise barely has time to settle on me when he places the stethoscope on my chest. “Deep breath.”
Obeying proves to be a struggle when I need him so desperately inside me.
“Just like that,” he continues, as if I’m not about to lose my mind. “Another one. Slower this time.”
“Can’t.” My inhale is quick and uneven. “Trying so hard.”
“Here, let me help you.” He pinches my clit. The surprising sting makes me suck in a breath through my nose. “That’s it. That’s the deep breath I was talking about.”
Out of everything he’s said and done, this last, faintest nod of approval is what shakes me to my core.
An orgasm barrels into me, harder than ever before. It’s an avalanche, a hurricane. Worse than any of these things. I mean better.
So much better that my vision blurs around the edges.
My hand rises to reach his face. “Alaric.”
“We’re not done.” He tears the stethoscope from his neck and tosses it onto the bed. He’s so big, so intimidating as he settles between my thighs, leaning over me with his hands braced on either side of my head. “You’ve got another one in you, don’t you?”
“It’s too much.” I think. I don’t know. This climax doesn’t feel like it’s ever going to end. “Please.”
I’m still shivering beneath him when he lowers his face to mine.
“I said, we’re not done.” The warning in his voice should terrify me. All I feel is desire so strong I can hardly breathe. “Because tonight, Lilith, I’m claiming your last virgin hole.”
My mind fights to understand what he’s saying.
Fails.
Everything fades into the background when Alaric kisses me like that. When his lips claim me as he forces mine open. His visceral groan reverberates through me, reaching straight to my pussy.
I’ll never get enough of him. I’ll never deny him anything.
That’s why, even in my delirious state, when he says, “I brought lube,” I just nod.
Another kiss, and more air filters into my lungs. I reach up, find Alaric’s shoulders, and hold on.
“You’re better.” He looks me in the eye, his control close to slipping again. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes, Dr. Lockwood.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Creases appear on his forehead. He’s a dominant, powerful man, through and through. But he won’t take without my permission. “I don’t have to fuck you there. I want to, so fucking much, but I don’t have to.”
Clarity hits me just then.
My ass. That’s why he brought lube.
“I trust you,” I repeat.
Darkness flashes across his face. His mouth crashes into mine in a feral kiss, then he picks me off the floor and tosses me onto the bed.
A gasp rips out of me when he shoots me a hungry glare that sends electricity up my spine.
But it doesn’t stay on me. His attention shifts to the maternity pillow to my right. His hands clench at his sides.
His eyes flare before he, like a predator, edges closer.
Closer.
He manhandles me so I’m on my hands and knees, and I don’t dare resist.
I turn my head in time to see him leaning in and—
I whimper at the sting of him biting my ass.
“Can’t help it.” Alaric licks the wounded area. Sucks. “Pretending I’m your doctor was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. You looked so innocent. So at my mercy.”
“I was and always will be.” I slide higher up the bed, tilting my ass up. Inviting him to join me. “At your mercy, that is.”
“Fucking always.”
Within seconds, he’s naked, rummaging through his bag before squeezing lube onto his cock.
Shivers rake through my body at the sight of him, at the wet noises he makes when he fucks his fist.
He’s huge. It’s going to hurt.
I’m going to love it.
Because I’m Alaric’s girl. Because he’ll give me just the right amount of pain, never too much. He won’t harm me.
Ever.
When he climbs onto the bed, and the cool liquid lands on my tightest hole, my breath hitches. My ass clenches as fear shoots through me, no matter how safe I feel around him.
“Don’t fight me.” He eases one, then two fingers into me when I’m no longer squirming.
“I’m getting you ready to take my cock.” Drawing his palm over the curve of my ass, he soothes me while his fingers drag in and out of my tightest hole.
“Look at you, stretching around my fingers. So goddamn beautiful. Yes. Relax. Just like that. You’re almost there. ”
Alaric’s gaze, from what I can see, isn’t warm. It’s cool without being detached. That’s the part that reassures me the most. His strength. His confidence.