18. Lily
Lily
Slick pools down my thighs at his words.
I shift in his lap, pressing my pussy harder against the thick bulge straining beneath his slacks. Alaric inhales sharply, his grip tightening on my hips.
“Oh?” I tease, my voice dripping with wicked amusement. “Are you finally gonna stop holding back, Alpha?”
In one swift motion, he flips me onto my stomach, yanking me across his lap.
A gasp tears from my lips, my pulse hammering as I brace against the bed.
The first spank lands before I can react—sharp, hot, stealing the breath from my lungs.
I moan.
A deep growl rumbles from Alaric’s chest. His fingers dig into my waist, keeping me in place. “That was for teasing.”
Another sharp smack hits my other cheek. The sting blossoms into something dangerously intoxicating.
“That,” he murmurs, his hand smoothing over my ass before squeezing it possessively, “is for soaking through my pants.”
Slick coats my thighs, my body begging for more.
A third spank lands, harder this time, sending a jolt straight to my core.
Alaric groans, his grip tightening. “See? You’re drenched.”
I pant, grinding against his thigh, desperate for friction. “Then do something about it.”
His breath fans over my ear as he leans in. “Oh, I will, sweetheart.”
In one smooth motion, he kneels on the bed, grabbing my thighs as he positions me on all fours—facing him. His gaze burns as it roams over me.
“You want my cock?” he asks, voice rough.
“Yes,” I breathe, my body trembling with need.
He unbuckles his belt, his movements deliberate.
The clink of metal reverberates through the air, making my stomach tighten.
He pulls his shirt over his head, and I drink in every sculpted inch of him—his broad shoulders, his strong arms, the faint dusting of hair that disappears beneath his waistband.
He’s gorgeous. And right now, he’s all mine.
“Then show me,” he commands, stroking himself. “Put that pretty mouth to use.”
I don’t hesitate.
I part my lips, my tongue flicking over the head of his cock.
Alaric groans, his hand fisting in my hair, guiding me deeper.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice strained, his thighs tensing beneath my palms. “Take me all the way, Lily.”
I obey. I relax my throat, letting him slide in deeper, the stretch almost unbearable. The way he shudders as I gag on his cock is perfect.
Alaric growls, his fingers tightening in my hair as he tilts my head, controlling my pace.
“Fuck, just like that.” His voice is raw, dark with approval. I let my tongue swirl around his length, my hands gripping his thighs as I take him deeper. His hips twitch, and I hum in response, sending vibrations down his cock.
He jerks. Then, something inside him snaps.
He fists my hair tighter and tilts my head back, forcing my gaze up to meet his. His pupils are blown wide, his chest heaving.
“You wanted me to let go?” he rasps. “Then take a deep breath, sweetheart—’cause I’m about to fuck your throat.”
My pulse stutters at the promise.
Before I can react, Alaric claims my mouth. He thrusts forward, pushing deeper, hitting the back of my throat. Tears prick my eyes, but his deep groans only make me hungrier for more.
“Goddamn, Lily,” he growls, his thumb swiping over my cheek as I struggle to take him all. “Look at you. So fucking good for me.”
I moan around him, my throat flexing, tightening around his cock.
“Shit.” His hips snap forward, his grip unrelenting, his groans breaking into sharp curses. “You feel too good. Gonna ruin this pretty mouth—”
My nails dig into his thighs, urging him on.
He does.
Alaric fucks my mouth, each thrust deep and punishing. I let him use me completely, surrendering to the raw pleasure of it, to the way he melts against my tongue.
His breath hitches. His knot swells.
“Swallow every drop,” he commands.
I obey, hollowing my cheeks as he spills into my mouth, coating my tongue in thick, hot cum. His growl is feral, possessive, his hips stuttering as his release floods me.
I swallow greedily, licking him clean, savoring every last drop.
Alaric shudders, his head tipping back, his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.
Then his eyes snap back to me, sharp and predatory.
“You didn’t think I was done, did you?” he murmurs.
I barely have time to gasp before he lifts me onto my hands and knees in one fluid motion. His fingers ghost over my spine, spreading heat with every touch.
“You’re soaked,” he mutters, fingers brushing my clit in a teasing stroke.
I whimper, pressing back against his touch.
Alaric chuckles darkly. “I bet you came just from having my cock in your mouth, didn’t you?”
I meet his gaze, half-lidded with defiance, a teasing smirk curling my lips.
Wrong move.
A sharp smack lands on my ass, the impact sending a delicious shockwave through my body.
“Answer me,” he orders, his fingers sinking into my hip, his inflated knot pressing against my entrance.
“Yes,” I gasp, shuddering.
His growl is pure satisfaction. “You’re perfect.”
Without warning, he thrusts inside me, stretching me wide, filling me whole.
A scream rips from my throat.
“Good girl,” he grits out, his hands gripping my waist in a bruising hold. “Now hold on—’cause I’m gonna fuck you like you begged me to.”
Alaric’s grip tightens, fingers digging into my hips as he slams into me. My body jerks forward, my hands scrambling against the sheets as he sets a brutal, unrelenting pace.
“You wanted me to let go?” he snarls, his teeth grazing my shoulder. “This is what happens when you tease an Alpha, sweetheart.”
I cry out, my orgasm coiling dangerously close.
“Listen to you,” he growls, wrapping around my throat, tilting my head back. “Screaming for me.”
His fingers slip lower, circling against my clit with devastating precision.
I shatter.
My orgasm slams into me so violently I almost collapse. Alaric doesn’t let me, his arm locking around my waist as I convulse around him.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he grits out, fucking me through it. “Fucking come for me, just like that.”
I sob his name, barely coherent, barely able to breathe.
But he’s not done.
His pace turns erratic, his knot swelling further inside me, stretching me even more.
“I’m gonna fill you up so deep, you’ll be dripping me for days,” he groans.
I barely have time to brace before he slams deep, locking us together. His roar of release vibrates against my skin as his cum floods me, hot and endless.
I clench around him, my second orgasm blinding, leaving me utterly boneless in his arms.
We stay wrapped around each other, our breaths ragged, our bodies fused together.
“You okay?” he murmurs, stroking my hair.
I nod, turning my face into his hand and pressing my lips against his palm. "Yeah. More than okay."
He exhales and kisses the nape of my neck, his arms tightening around me.
"Good," he whispers, turning my face slightly toward him. His thumb traces my jawline as his lips ghost over mine. "Because I'm never letting you go."
***
Soft morning light spills through the curtains, bathing the room in a gentle glow. I blink awake slowly, awareness returning in languid increments. The first thing I register is the solid warmth of Alaric pressed against my back, his arm a possessive weight across my waist.
I shift, turning in his embrace to face him. In sleep, the usually stern lines of his face have smoothed out, making him look younger, more vulnerable. My heart clenches at the sight. It’s a rare gift, to see him like this. Unguarded. Trusting.
As if sensing my scrutiny, his eyes flutter open, hazy green meeting my own. A slow, sleepy smile curves his lips. “Mornin’, beautiful,” he rumbles, his voice low and rough with disuse.
The endearment, casually uttered as it is, sends a thrill through me. In the intimacy of our bed, he lets his walls crumble, just a little.
“Morning,” I whisper back, reaching up to trace the sharp line of his jaw, relishing the rasp of stubble against my fingertips. “Sleep well?”
He hums, a contented sound that vibrates through his chest and into mine. “Better than I have in a long time.” His hand smooths up my spine, calluses catching on the thin fabric of my nightshirt, igniting sparks in its wake.
My stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly.
“Hungry?” he asks, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Starving,” I admit. “I guess you wore me out last night.”
His chest rumbles with another laugh. “Stay here,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair before untangling himself from me.
I watch as he pads to the door, admiring the play of muscles in his back, the way the morning light gilds his skin. He’s a work of art, my Alpha. A masterpiece.
When he opens the door, a surprised sound escapes him. Curious, I sit up, craning my neck to see.
“Raph and Leo left breakfast,” he says, bending to retrieve something from the ground. When he straightens, he’s holding a tray laden with food. Pastries, fruits, a carafe of what smells like fresh coffee.
“That’s so sweet,” I murmur, sitting up straighter against the headboard as warmth blooms in my chest.
Alaric settles back onto the bed, balancing the tray on his lap. He plucks a ripe strawberry from the bowl, holding it to my lips.
I part my lips, letting him slip it into my mouth. Sweetness bursts across my tongue. Alaric watches, his eyes hungry as my tongue flicks out to catch a stray drop of juice.
Then something shifts in his expression. “You’re so good for me, Lily. For all of us,” he murmurs, his gaze soft.
Feeling wells in my throat. I swallow hard, trying to dislodge the lump that’s formed there.
I scoot closer, eliminating any remaining space between us until we’re flush, heartbeat to heartbeat. “You’re good for me too, Alaric. All of you. I didn’t…I didn’t know it could be like this.”
I didn’t know love could sink into the cracks of my soul like ripe strawberries crushed against my tongue; lush, unexpected, and impossibly sweet.
He tucks me into him, his chin resting atop my head. I can feel the thud of his heart, strong and steady against my cheek. “I’ve got you, Lily. Always. No matter what. You’re mine. Ours.”
Ours. A tiny, one-syllable word, and yet it holds a universe. Ours speaks of belonging. Of home.
I think of their faces, my Alphas. Raph with his roguish grin, Leo with his gentle eyes, Alaric with his intense stare.
My pack.
I burrow into Alaric, breathing him in. The scent of bourbon fills my lungs.
“Yours,” I murmur into his skin.
And there, nestled in Alaric’s arms with the certainty of Raph and Leo’s devotion wrapping around me like a cloak, I find a peace I once thought lost to me.
With my Alphas by my side, I can weather any storm.
They are my home.