Chapter 46
Chapter Forty-Six
ALARIK
A larik felt Reiya shudder beneath him, her orgasm rippling through her. He held still, straining against the tight clench of her walls as she fluttered and fisted him. His cock throbbed, urging him to bury himself deeper, to fuck her even harder, but he ground his teeth and forced restraint.
He’d worked her hard tonight, but her nails dragged over his abdomen, urging him on. Her heels pressed on the small of his back. Even now, trembling from release, her body reached for him—inviting, needy.
With a low groan, he pressed his forehead to hers, breath ragged against her lips. His thumb found the slick bundle of nerves between her thighs, circling slowly, teasing out soft whimpers from parted lips.
The need to claim her, to bind her to him in every way, burned so fiercely he almost shook with it.
“Alarik, please?—”
“Tell me,” he rasped, his voice rough and thick with need. “Tell me what you want, Reiya.”
Her eyes fluttered open, blue and glassy, pupils wide. When she cupped his cheek, his chest tightened. The tenderness in her touch unravelled him. He leaned into it, scenting her, closing his eyes for just a heartbeat.
It felt too good—being wanted like this.
He dragged his mouth along her jaw, pausing just beneath her ear. His body hovered over hers, as deep as she could take him, rigid with restraint. Beneath him, she shifted, thighs spreading wider, breasts brushing against him, skin flushed and slick against his.
“I want you ,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Harder, Alpha. Please.”
As if to prove it, her hips lifted, grinding against him—slick, eager, insistent. But the friction wasn’t enough. His Omega whimpered, the sound low and desperate, each arch of her back pressing restlessness into his skin, every shift of her body a silent plea for more.
His jaw clenched. It took everything he had to not lose himself completely.
Hand tightening on her waist, he nudged his nose against her temple, his voice a low growl as his control finally slipped.
“Then you’ll have it, Omega.”
Kaelen shifted slightly to recline on his side beside them, chuckling deeply.
“She’s perfect,” he crooned as he caressed the curve of her tear-stained face. “So perfect.”
Her hand rose to Kaelen’s jaw, drawing him closer until their lips met in a languid kiss. His brother’s palm drifted down the length of her torso, finding the soft weight of her breast, thumb brushing over the hardened peak.
At that, she clenched around him with a force that made him bite back a guttural sound.
Growling low, he rose to his knees and pulled out until only his tip pressed inside her, savouring the frustration twisting her features.
Her legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his lower back in a silent plea.
He canted his hips and slammed back into her with a single thrust, the broad head of his cock battering the back of her tunnel, tearing a broken cry from her throat.
He drove hard into her, pace doubling, the need to claim her overtaking all restraint. Kaelen’s fingers slid between her legs, spreading her lips and finding the swollen nub and pressing firmly, pushing her higher. She broke apart beneath him, writhing as the climax overtook her in violent waves.
“No, Kaelen, not there—” She let out a strangled cry when Kaelen’s palm pressed against the slight swell on her belly, but his brother ignored her, applying more pressure.
The way she convulsed around his cock in another wave of climax, clenching tighter with each pulse, nearly undid him.
He kept moving, pumping into her, prolonging her pleasure.
His eyes locked on the way her body responded to their touch.
Her moans drew him, a tether pulling him to the edge.
He buried his face against neck, tongue licking her sweat, biting her jaw gently.
He’d never felt anything like this before. She was splayed beneath him, completely impaled, yet he was the one who felt open and . . . raw .
A primal urge to retreat warred with the vulnerability curling in his chest—an instinct to shield the tenderness she pulled so easily from him.
Reiya’s hands found his cheek.
“Let me see you, Alarik.”
He hesitated, but her voice unravelled him. Lifting himself onto his forearms, he braced over her, meeting the steady weight of her gaze. There was no fear, no hesitation—just want . Her eyes shone with a soft, aching desire that wrapped around him as tight as any bond.
He held there, chest heaving, feeling the tremble of her thighs around his hips, the clench of her body around his length.
The faint scratch of her nails against his lower stomach had him sinking into her, melting into her heat.
Sweat dripped along the curve of his spine, but it wasn’t exertion that made him tremble.
It was this intimacy—the unfiltered truth of being seen and accepted by his Omega.
With their eyes locked, he thrust forward, rougher this time, the need to claim her breaking free once more.
She jolted on the furs, mouth falling open, eyes glazed over as her body seized in another powerful climax.
Her fingers dug into his biceps, heels digging into his back to keep him close, locking him to her.
Her body was fully open for him, quivering and soft, slick and dripping, but it was the quiet desperation in how she held him that pushed him closer to the edge.
“Reiya.” His voice broke, raw and pleading. “Tighter—just like that.”
Her body obeyed, drawing him in, gripping him in such hunger that sent him hurtling toward the edge. His breath turned ragged, each thrust driving him deeper, lost in the intoxicating heat of her.
The tension coiled too tight, snapping all at once. A groan tore from his throat as he buried himself to the hilt, his teeth sinking into the soft curve of her neck in a desperate claim. His hips jerked, rhythm breaking as release overtook him, spilling into her in deep, shuddering waves.
She held him, her body pulling him in, drinking every last drop, and Alarik could do nothing but surrender to the moment—completely, utterly hers.
His forehead rested against hers as their bodies slowly unravelled together. Reiya’s fingers stroked the damp curve of his back, soft and languid, while his lips gently traced the bite mark he gave her.
The silence that followed felt sacred—a shared breath, a heartbeat wrapped in warmth and closeness. There were no words needed.
When Reiya’s gaze flickered toward Kaelen, Alarik felt the subtle squeeze around him, her body responding instinctively to the desire in his brother’s eyes. He smiled and nudged deeper, kissing her one last time.
“I’ve kept you to myself long enough,” he whispered, his teeth grazing her ear before biting gently. “My brother is waiting.”
KAELEN
A larik finally withdrew, and Kaelen watched as Reiya trembled on the furs—flushed, damp, glistening wet.
Utterly breathtaking.
He brushed a knuckle beneath her chin, tilting her face toward him. Her flushed cheeks and parted lips told him everything he needed to know. He had waited—watched—and now his patience hung by a thread.
“On your hands and knees, love,” he whispered, voice rough.
She quivered, but there was no hesitation—only pure, unguarded grace as she moved into position, arching like a cat waking up to the sun.
The sight of her, bare and glistening, offering herself so willingly, sent a shudder through him.
His pulse thundered, heat coiling low in his spine as his hands traced the elegant curve of her back, the dip of her waist, the firm roundness of her hips.
His fingers flexed against her skin, memorizing the way she trembled under his touch. Slowly, he guided himself forward, teasing her entrance with the head of his cock. She gasped, back arching, and when he pressed in, she arched instinctively, a hoarse cry escaping her lips as he breached her.
Even after Alarik, she was impossibly tight, her body clenching around him as if pulling him deeper, drawing him in like a tide.
Heat engulfed him, velvet softness yielding, stretching to accommodate him, and his breath turned ragged before he even sank all the way.
He gripped her hips and gritted his teeth, muscles tensing as he fought to move slowly, to savour the exquisite drag of her walls as they enveloped him.
Too tight. Too perfect. Too much. A strangled sound left his throat as her body yielded around him, hot and slick, clenching as if pulling him deeper, as if she was made for him.
He needed to slow down—be careful, be gentle. She was still new to this, still adjusting, and yet— fuck . The way she moved against him, the way she moaned his name, the way she took him—like it was the most natural thing in the world—threatened to shatter what little control he had left.
Then she gasped, voice wrecked and pleading.
“Alpha.”
The word shot through him like lightning, burning through every carefully held intention.
“ Alpha . More—please.”
His restraint snapped like a bowstring pulled too taut. A curse tore from his lips as he drove forward, his hips slamming into her rear with a force he hadn’t meant to use.
Reiya cried out brokenly—not in pain, but in pure, unfiltered pleasure. The sound shot straight through him, setting fire to every nerve. His hands clamped around her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as he gave her what she asked for, what they both needed—deep, hard, unrelenting.
She took everything, arching back to meet his thrusts, her body welcoming him, pulling him in.
This was his. She was his. And gods, he would never be the same again.
A quiet rustle beside them, and Kaelen barely registered Alarik moving until his brother knelt before her, his eyes molten with intent.
Kaelen put his fingers around Reiya’s upper arms and pulled her upright. She gasped as he guided her back against his chest, her spine moulding to the solid heat of his body.