Chapter 50 #3
He didn’t wait long. Rising to full height, Alarik had her facing the wall again and positioned himself behind her. His hands spread her cheeks apart, parting her for his view as he notched the tip of his cock at her entrance, groaning as he began to push in.
“Alarik,” Reiya whimpered, her body tightening instinctively. Even after the pleasure he’d already wrung from her, she was too snug in this position—thighs pressed, legs trembling, unrelentingly tight around him.
Alarik snarled, low and impatient. Without warning, he gripped her left leg and hauled it up, hooking the inside of her thigh over his arm. The change was immediate—she opened for him, bare and vulnerable, nothing shielding her from his advance.
He lined himself up once more and pushed, slowly but insistently.
Reiya’s head dropped forward, her breath coming in ragged bursts as she sobbed softly, struggling to take him inch by inch.
He was proportionate everywhere , stretching her beyond what she thought she could hold, even as her body tightened further around him, drawing him deeper.
“This,” Alarik rasped, his lips grazing the shell of her ear, “ this is what I wanted to do to you in the bathhouse.”
Before she could respond, his hips snapped forward, driving him fully inside her in one sharp, fluid motion.
Reiya wailed, her body bowing beneath the sudden fullness, every nerve alight as he sank to the base.
Her walls clenched around him, the stretch bordering on unbearable, yet precisely what she craved.
The sheer size of him, pressing so deep she felt him against her womb, sent her spiralling.
Pleasure seized her almost instantly, the overwhelming sensation tipping her into another sharp climax.
“Gods” she gasped, her hands splaying against the wall as her thighs trembled violently.
Alarik grunted at the way she spasmed around him, his fingers digging into her waist as he held her still, letting her adjust around his length. He filled her completely, the bulge of him pressing faintly against her belly, a visceral reminder of how deeply he’d claimed her.
Her body softened gradually, accommodating him as the sharp edges of pleasure melted into something molten and lingering. The fullness felt decadent, exquisite in its intensity.
He pressed forward, his chest flush against her back, slick with sweat. Each roll of his hips rubbed her between the unyielding stone and the hard planes of his body, sending sparks of heat through every part of her.
Reiya arched instinctively, one hand reaching back to touch him—her fingers brushing his jaw. He leaned into her touch, his chin resting against her shoulder as his breath came hot and uneven against her skin.
“Reiya,” he growled, nipping at the lobe of her ear, his voice thick and rough. “You feel so good around me.”
The confession alone nearly unravelled her, the raw need behind it pushing her desire higher. The knowledge that she was the source of his pleasure, that he was losing himself in her, stoked something primal and fierce inside her.
His grip tightened at her waist, just above the curve of her hips, anchoring her firmly. His thrusts quickened, hard and unrelenting, each stroke driving her closer to that edge once more. The friction—the fullness—left her reeling, caught between the pleasure he gave and the need for more.
Her nails scraped lightly against his cheek as she turned her head, her lips brushing against his in a fleeting kiss.
“Alpha . . .” she whispered, crying out as he ground deeper still, burying himself in the softest parts of her.
Her vision blurred, her breath escaping in shallow gasps as he filled her, stretched her, every inch of him a reminder of how she was his. She could feel the shift in him—the crumbling of his restraint, the quiet, dangerous slip from the control of a man to the primality of an Alpha.
A strained laugh slipped past her lips, soft and teasing, though the trembling in her voice betrayed how close she was to unravelling, too. “You’re not holding back.”
He exhaled sharply, his hand sliding low over her stomach, pressing down just above where they were joined. She gasped, feeling the weight of his palm and the way it forced her to acknowledge how deeply he filled her.
He nipped the side of her neck. “Tell me if I’m too rough.”
“No,” she whispered, arching into his touch, desperate for more. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
His answering growl rumbled against her, vibrating through her chest.
Alarik’s grip shifted, hauling her up with a strength that stole the air from her lungs, lifting her leg even higher. The new angle made her gasp, the stretch deeper, almost unbearable in its intensity.
Her head fell back against his shoulder, her lips parting in a silent gasp as he thrust into her with rapid, punishing precision.
His mouth was everywhere—on her neck, at her jawline—leaving open-mouthed kisses that burned as much as they soothed. His teeth grazed her earlobe, biting just enough to have her pulse skittering beneath her skin.
Reiya’s nails dug into his forearm, clinging to him as that tight, impossible coil of pleasure twisted tighter.
“Alarik.” Her voice trembled, his name slipping out like a plea, like she might break apart if he didn’t give her what she needed.
He faltered for just a heartbeat, his rhythm stuttering at the sound of his name on her lips.
“I’m here,” he whispered fiercely, his hand flexing at her hip as if to prove it—grounding her, keeping her tethered to him as pleasure began to splinter through her.
He gave her another hard thrust. The tension snapped, and she shattered in his arms, her body arching against him as wave after wave of release crashed over her. His mouth caught her cries, swallowing them as if he couldn’t bear to let them escape into the open air.
Moments later, Alarik’s grip tightened, his hips grinding deep, and he followed with a low, guttural sound that sent shivers rolling down her spine. She felt him spill inside her, the warmth of it grounding her even as her knees threatened to buckle beneath the weight of her own release.
They stayed like that—entwined, breathless—Alarik’s arms wrapped around her, holding her flush against his chest as if she might slip away if he let go. His forehead pressed to her shoulder, his breath warm against her skin, slowing but still uneven.
“You’re dangerous,” he murmured, a rough laugh vibrating through his chest. “I should’ve known better than to spar with you.”
Reiya smiled faintly, tilting her head to press her lips to the corner of his mouth. “And I should’ve known better than to challenge you.”
His golden gaze flicked to hers, heat still lingering in his eyes as he slowly lowered her back to her feet. His hands didn’t leave her, lingering at her waist, as if the idea of distance between them was unbearable.
He kissed her again—slow and deep, like he wanted to commit every touch to memory.
“You win,” he whispered against her lips.
Reiya’s smile curled lazily as she leaned into him. “I know.”