Chapter 12 - Alanis
Their lips pressed together fiercely. Alanis couldn’t think of anything but how she needed this—needed him. Throughout the week, and during the entire dinner, the heat that had been accumulating was now, at last, coming to a climax, and she was sick and tired of fighting it.
Rael’s hands were all over her: sliding up her thighs, holding onto her hips, up her sides.
She curled into him, attempting to get closer, to mitigate the pain that was eating at her.
“Off,” she said, pulling at his shirt. “Get this off.”
Rael immediately did as she said, pulling his shirt over his head, and his hands were on her again, finding the zipper at the back of her dress. He pulled it down gradually, his knuckles brushing against her spine.
“You have no idea,” he murmured with his teeth over her pulse, “how long I have wanted to do this. And how many times I have imagined tearing this dress off you and making you mine.”
“Then do it,” she breathed. “Stop talking and do it.”
He chuckled darkly. “So impatient. What happened to the woman who told me to act right at dinner?”
“She is in pain.” The heat was making her skin feel overly hot. “So, unless you do something about it—”
He kissed her, swallowing whatever she was going to say. His hands pulled the fabric over her hips, over her breasts, and over her shoulders. When Rael saw that she was wearing burgundy underwear, he made a sound, low in his throat.
“Fuck,” he cursed. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Alanis blushed. Her body never made her feel good. Society told her to be less curvy, less soft, and less round. The Lumen had made her feel confident about what her body was capable of, but to be looked at this way, to be wanted this way, felt…strange.
“Rael…”
“No,” he said sternly, wrapping his hands around her hips. “Don’t. You are beautiful, Alanis. All of you is beautiful.”
He leaned down, sucking her nipple between the lace of her bra. He alternated between both breasts, sucking and biting until she was squirming under him.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Rael, please—”
“Please what?” His blue-green eyes, dark with lust, looked up at her. “What do you need, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“You. In me. Now.”
“Not yet.” He removed her bra and tossed it across the room. Then his tongue was on her bare skin, licking, sucking, and biting his way down her stomach and over her breasts, paying attention to every curve.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispered against her skin. “So tender. So sensitive. I could spend hours feeling you and learning what causes you to moan.”
His hands were clinging to her hips, his fingers clawing into the soft flesh there, and Alanis experienced a burst of heat that had nothing to do with the heat she was going through. Rael was not touching her because
he felt obliged or was compelled to. He truly desired this. He desired her.
“These hips,” he growled. “I have been fantasizing about the way I will hold them as you take my cock, and I’m fucking into you.”
“Then do it,” she implored, though her voice trembled. “Quit toying with me and—”
He suddenly rolled her onto her stomach, making her gasp. His hand struck her ass, giving her a sharp smack that made her yelp in surprise and arousal.
“You want it rough?” He growled.
“Yes,” she breathed. “God, yes.”
Then another smack, this time so sharp that she could feel the sting run through her body, and was confused, caught between pleasure and pain. Then his hand caressed the place he had hit, kneading it softly.
“You have the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen,” his voice dipped lower, like he was talking to himself. “So round, full and perfect.”
He gave her another spank. Alanis moaned, the sound getting muffled by the pillow. The heat was getting impossibly worse, the pain between her thighs intolerable.
“Rael…”
“I am aware of your needs.” He tugged her underwear down her legs by hooking his thumb in the waistband.
“However, I will take my time getting you there. I’ll make you come so many times that you won’t remember your own name.
And then when you're begging me, when you can’t stand it any longer. I’ll fuck you. Deep and hard.”
She clenched around nothing, yearning for something to fill her because of the promise in his words. Before she could reply, though, his mouth was on her, his tongue licking a long stripe across her folds from behind.
Her hands fisted in the sheets as she cried out. Rael continued to devour her like a starving man. His tongue circled her clit, then dipped inside her, then returned to that sensitive bundle of nerves.
“So wet,” he groaned against her. “Fuck, Alanis, you’re dripping for me.”
He worked two of his fingers inside of her, without stopping what his tongue was doing. Alanis pushed back against his tongue and fingers, which found the right spot that made her see stars. He scissored his fingers as his tongue persisted in its attack on her clit.
Alanis gasped, feeling her orgasm tightly twisting in her belly. She was so close. She could taste it—and then he stopped.
“No!” She tried to turn, but his free hand pressed on her lower back and held her down. “Rael, what…”
“Not yet. I said I am going to make this last.”
“I hate you,” she gasped, although her body trembled with need.
“No, you don’t.” His fingers began to move again, gradually this time, making her even wetter, but without letting her topple over the edge. “You love this. You love me like this. You love that I know I can make you come.”
Alanis wanted to flip him off, but Rael wasn’t lying. She did love the way he was attuned to her body. It was like he was always aware of what she needed before she did.
His fingers withdrew, and she whimpered at the loss. Then she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, thick and hard, and every coherent thought fled her mind.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice strained. “My cock inside you?”
“Yes,” she sobbed, a lone tear falling from her eyes. “Please, fuck, Rael. I need—”
With a single movement, he thrust inside, both of them groaning loudly. No matter how many times they fucked that night at the hotel, Alanis knew she would never get used to his size. He was bigger than the other men she had been with. Her pussy stretched to fit him, causing a strain.
“Fuck,” he gripped her hips too tightly; she was sure it would leave bruises. “You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect.”
He thrust in, up to the hilt, pulled out completely, and repeated it, establishing a pace that was slow, deep, and undoubtedly maddening.
Alanis tried to move her hips to get him to move more quickly, but his grip held her in the very position he desired.
“Patience,” he said roughly. “I want to savor this.”
But Alanis was over being patient. The heat was making her insane, desperate, and wild. She tightened around him and was rewarded with a guttural moan.
“You like it harder?” His voice sounded threatening. “Fine.”
He withdrew and flipped her on her back with her thighs spread wide open. He stared at her, lying spread out on the bed, flushed and panting, naked before him.
“Beautiful,” he moaned, thrusting harder than before.
He fucked her hard and fast, each thrust driving her higher, making the bed shake beneath them. His hand came up to wrap around her throat, not squeezing, just resting there.
“Is this what you wanted? Is this rough enough for you?”
“Oh god, yes,” she gasped, throwing her head back. “Please don’t stop.”
Rael pressed his thumb against her windpipe, slightly increasing the pressure.
Alanis was pushed to the brink by the combination of this and his forceful thrusts.
He didn’t stop this time when she got closer.
He continued until the orgasm tore through her as he stroked her clit in tight circles with his other hand.
Her entire body trembled with delight as her inner walls tightened around him.
“That’s it,” Rael moaned, his hips never ceasing to thrust. She tried to scream, but his grip on her throat reduced it to a choking gasp, which strangely made it even more intense. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”
Rael released her throat and let her take a deeper breath as the orgasm began to wane.
But he wasn’t done. He continued to thrust into her during the aftershocks, pushing her into another climax before she could finish with the first.
“I can’t, Rael, I can’t…too much…”
“Yes, you can.” His voice was strong, authoritative. “You can take everything I give to you.”
He pulled out, rolled her to the side, grabbed her leg, and threw it over his shoulder, thrusting back in. The new position allowed him to go even deeper, and when he pushed in, she swore that she could feel him in her throat.
“Oh God,” she moaned, her hands trying to hold on to the sheets. “Rael—”
“Look at you,” he groaned. “Taking my cock so well.”
His hand wandered freely, gripping her breast, her hip, sliding along her belly. Every touch was so respectful, so adoring, as if he were committing every inch of her to memory.
“I love your body. I like the way you are so soft. I like the curves, the hips, the ass…fuck, I love your perfect ass.”
To drive his point home, he spanked her ass again. Alanis involuntarily clenched around him, and he groaned.
“Hmm. You like that.”
“Yes… oh god…”
“Good.” He shoved his hand into her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat. “Because I am not yet finished with you.”
He set a punishing pace, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. The hand in her hair controlled her completely, keeping her right where he wanted her, and she surrendered to it—surrendered to him.
The next orgasm was slower, but just as intense, the pleasure flowing out of her core to all her nerve ends. She came, screaming his name, her vision going white.
“Fucking hell, I’m close. Alanis, I need—”
“Do it,” she gasped. She knew what he meant. She had read enough to know what every Alpha needed while having sex with his mate during her heat period. “Knot me.”