Chapter 58
Chapter Fifty-Eight
REIYANA
T he night blurred around her—a fever dream of wind and sand as they raced across the desert.
Each pounding stride sent jolts of pleasure through her body, unbearable in its intensity.
Each jolt sent a slow, searing ache curling between her thighs.
The rhythm, the friction—it wasn’t pain, but something worse .
A throbbing need, sharp and relentless, building with every breath.
Alarik’s arms were a cage around her; his broad chest solid against her back, his scent thick, intoxicating as it wrapped around her. Alpha. His hands—one at her waist, the other gripping the reins—held her still, but it was a cruel kind of mercy.
She whimpered, shifting against him, desperate for relief, for something to ease the need, but his grip tightened and kept her in place.
“Easy, Ketra,” Alarik murmured against her ear, his voice a low purr. He must’ve felt it: her helpless writhing, the fevered press of her body against his, the way she ached to be touched.
A whine escaped her throat, not caring if it made her sound desperate.
Her head tipped back against his shoulder, baring her neck, instinct screaming at her to offer herself.
Alarik didn’t hesitate. His teeth grazed her pulse, teasing her with a bite that never fully landed. Shuddering, gasping, her hips pressed back against him in a silent plea.
She felt him behind her—hard, straining, ready.
And she felt herself—soft, wet, aching.
He growled against her neck. The sound low, approving, possessive, vibrating against her skin. “You’re burning up, Omega.”
He let his tongue flick against a vein, drawing another helpless sound from her, before dragging his teeth down, scraping her sensitive flesh.
Reiya arched, a trembling mess in his arms, her body begging without words. She couldn’t think, couldn’t speak. The world had narrowed to the relentless ache between her thighs, the torment of being so close to them—yet empty.
They reached the nest just in time.
Kaelen was off his horse before it had fully stopped. In one fluid motion, he pulled her from the saddle, catching her against his chest. His grip was firm, rough, almost bruising—but it also felt right . She wrapped her thighs around his waist as he strode inside.
It was dark, until it wasn’t. Alarik lit the lanterns one by one, and the cavern came alive. Light chased away the shadows until the nest was bathed in a warm, golden glow, turning the rough stone wallsluminous.
Kaelen lowered her down onto their bed. The moment her back hit the soft furs, a strangled whimper tore from her lips. She was too hot, too sensitive. Even the feel of the silken pelts against her bare skin was almost too much. Every inch of her body was thrumming, desperate.
He knelt between her thighs, looming above her, golden eyes ablaze with need as he reached for her clothing.
His fingers trembled as he tried to unfasten the row of crystal buttons along her bodice, but patience was a fragile thing.
It snapped within moments, fabric ripping, buttons flying as he freed her from the confines of her dress.
A sharp gasp left her lips, but she didn’t protest. If anything, the raw display of dominance, of possession, only stoked the wildfire within.
“Kaelen,” she whimpered, her hands fisting the furs beneath her. She twisted beneath him, thighs parting, inviting, slick already dripping between her cheeks.
He hushed her with a commanding look, spreading her open.
“Easy, Sáel,” he murmured, his voice molten, rough. “We’ve got you.”
And then—his mouth was on her. Her body arched violently, the first firm, deliberate stroke of his tongue sending lightning through her veins. He didn’t hold back, devouring her with devastating intent; each flick of his tongue, each wet, wicked drag sent waves of pleasure crashing through her.
Her fingers scrabbled against the furs. Her head fell back, breasts heaving between tattered silks. She tried to hold still, to savour this exquisite torment, but the pressure between her thighs—the suction of his lips, the slick slide of his tongue—robbed her of restraint.
A whimper broke from her as she tilted her hips, undulating beneath him, angling herself to feel more.
More friction, more closeness—more him .
But no matter how perfectly he moved, no matter how deep his fingers and tongue pressed inside her or how skillfully his mouth worshipped her, it wasn’t enough.
The ache inside her had turned into something raw and consuming. She needed them . Needed the delicious stretch of them rooting deep inside her, the hot spill of their release, over and over and over, until this relentless burn of her Heat finally eased.
Alarik’s scent washed over her just as strong fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back.
His mouth captured hers, devouring, demanding, unwilling to be left behind.
She gasped against his lips, dizzy with the taste of him.
Her hands found him, clutching at his chest, fingers tugging, unfastening, desperate to feel him, to touch skin instead of fabric.
When she finally pushed his jacket from his shoulders, finally felt the heat of his bare chest beneath her palms, a low, aching groan escaped her.
Alarik swallowed the sound, slanting his mouth against her, tongue slipping past her lips to tangle with her own. His hand slid down and palmed the swell of her breast, rolling the stiffened peak between his fingers .
Kaelen’s three fingers parted her, entered her, finally caressing the spot he’d always managed to find so effortlessly.
Knuckles curled, the rough pad of his fingertips rubbed, kneaded, and tortured the same place over and over until she sobbed into Alarik’s mouth.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, spiking her lashes.
Between them—between her Alphas—she was coming undone.
And it was only the beginning.
Kaelen snarled with impatience. He left her just long enough to undress himself.
A raw, guttural sound ripped from his throat as he pushed her knees toward her shoulders, spreading them wide, forcing her open beneath him.
He came into her with no preamble, no hesitation, just the overwhelming force of him slamming home in one brutal stroke.
Reiya screamed, arching off the furs. Her body clenched desperately around the thick length, straining to take him. Her nerves were alight with pleasure so sharp it was nearly painful.
He’d never taken her like this before. Never without restraint. Never without teasing, savouring, pushing her to the brink with that insufferable control of his.
Now, he was gone, lost to her, to this— the primal instinct consuming them both.
He was thick, hot, pulsing inside her as he thrust all the way, rooting deep inside her.
She shuddered violently, her walls stretching around him.
He didn’t wait, pulling back, almost leaving her empty before slamming back in, the sheer force of his thrust shoving her up the furs, tearing helpless cries from her lips.
He wasn’t careful. Wasn’t patient. He was starving , fucking her with a brutal, unrelenting rhythm that sent pleasure lancing through her, setting her nerves ablaze.
She couldn’t think—only feel. The vigorous sounds of their bodies meeting filled the cave, slick and desperate, a rhythm that consumed her.
Kaelen’s grip tightened on her hips, positioning her precisely where he wanted her.
With every thrust, he pulled back until only his tip was lodged inside her.
She choked on a moan when he snapped his hips, filling her to the base where he was the thickest, coring her open all over again.
Her body had no choice but to surrender, to mould itself around him, to take and take and take as he ploughed her with each devastating thrust.
Her head lolled back, mouth parting in a helpless moan as heat coiled tighter and tighter inside her—a feverish knot of pleasure building too much, too fast.
Kaelen groaned, dropping his head, eyes glued to the place where she took him deep.
“Look at you,” he rasped, his voice wrecked, almost delirious. “So perfect. Gods, Reiya?—”
A desperate, animalistic sound tore from his throat as he snapped his hips again, coming down to cage her body and grinding deep, now hitting the pocket of flesh so high inside her that she clawed at his back.
She no longer cared if her nails left marks; no longer capable of words, of thought, of anything beyond this.
She was close—so close.
Alarik’s grip in her hair tightened, tilting her head back just enough to meet his gaze. His eyes burned, dark and molten, watching her with a raw, unguarded hunger that sent another pulse of heat flowing through her.
A slow, knowing smile curved her lips.
Kaelen wasn’t the only one who’d ruin her tonight.
She twisted and pushed up onto her elbows.
Her nails scratched down Alarik’s broad chest, tracing the rippling muscles of his stomach.
He was still half-dressed, the laces of his breeches straining against his arousal.
He didn’t bother with patience. His fingers yanked at the bindings, making quick work of the knots before shoving the fabric down his hips.
His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the swollen tip already glistening.
A shudder wracked through her. His scent curled around her, spiced and musky, Alpha, and the fire inside her burned that much hotter.
Her fingers curled around him, stroking once—twice—before she parted her lips and took him deep.
She moaned as his length slid over her tongue, his taste flooding her senses.
She wanted more, needed more. Her fingers dug into his hips as she took him deeper, forcing herself to relax, letting him press into the back of her throat.