Page 65 of Alpha Chained
“You’re so beautiful,” she breathes, her voice awed. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her words suck the wind from me. I’m stunned into silence, unable to find a response. My fingers move to her hair, tangling in the soft strands as I search her eyes, trying to convey what I can’t bring myself to say.
“How can you possibly see beauty here?” I ask eventually, my voice hoarse, raw. “All this… it’s just scars. Reminders of the things I’ve done.”
She moves closer, her fingers tracing the contours of my biceps, the hard lines of my body. “I see a man who’s strong. Who’s survived hell and held onto his humanity.” Her eyes meet mine, and I get lost in the warmth of her gaze. “A man who makes me feel protected and cherished, even when he’s unsure of himself.”
I pull her close, my arms banded around her, my face buried in her hair. In this moment, I want to memorize this feeling of belonging, of being cherished. For so long, I’ve been numb, dead inside. But with Raura, I feel like I’m coming back to life.
Don’t get used to it.
The uninvited thought makes me stiffen.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, leaning back a little.
“Nothing,” I murmur, putting a hand on her shoulder and easing her back onto the rug. She stares up at me, looking like some kind of an angel with her hair splayed out around her face, a rose-tinted halo. With our eyes locked, I trace my fingertips down from the small indentation at the base of her throat to the valley of flesh between her breasts. She sucks in a breath when I draw small circles around each nipple, watching as they pucker tautly before trailing my hand down past her ribcage. Her breath comes faster, her chest rising and falling quickly as I sweep my palm over her belly and cup her mound.
“Oh!” The sound comes out in a soft gasp as my fingers slide along the line of her slit. Shifting, I get between her smooth thighs, spreading them as I stroke the creamy flesh there.
Her head tips back, and I look at her, watching her bite her lip and hearing her whimpers of need. The sweet, heady scent of her excitement fills my head, arousing me. I can’t get enough of her – the way she looks, the sounds she makes, the way she moves. All of it is like a drug to me. And I need more.
Leaning down, I place a kiss at the apex of her thighs, feeling the soft down on my lips and inhaling her unique, feminine musk. Her taste is addictive, and I lick along the seam of her pussy, making her buck beneath me. Her hands graze over my head, holding me to her as I tease my tongue along her slick flesh, reveling in her moans and the way her hips push against my mouth.
“Oh, please!” she gasps out, writhing beneath me. “Riot, I need…”
“I know what you need, beautiful,” I murmur against her.
And then I slide a finger inside her, bending my head to take her clit into my mouth at the same time. Her slick heat envelops me, and I groan, the vibrations making her cry out. Her walls clench around my finger as I curl it, searching for that one sweet spot that will drive her wild.
There.
“Oh! My! God!” she chokes out, her hips thrusting up, my nose pressing into the silky fur covering her mound.
I latch onto her clit with my mouth, thrusting my finger in and out of her as I suck, lick, and nibble, losing myself in the taste of her. She tastes so fucking good – sweet and musky and utterly addictive.
“Oh, God, Riot! Yesss…” She’s panting now, her hips moving restlessly as her moans fill the room. Her walls flutter around my finger, and I know she’s close. Sliding a second finger into her, I draw down on the throbbing bundle of nerves in my mouth, tongue swirly over it wetly.
That does it. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her back arches off the floor.
“Riot! Oh God…yes…fuck!” She keeps crying out my name, her body shuddering through her release. Her juices coat my tongue, and I lap at her greedily, wanting to savor every part of her.
When her spasms finally subside, I release her and lean back on my heels, watching her. Her chest is heaving as she stares at me, her eyes shining. I give her a crooked smile, then slide up her body, covering her with mine and caging her with my arms.
“You’re so goddamned beautiful,” I whisper. Her lips are parted, breath still coming in short gasps as she gazes up at me with eyes darkened by dilated pupils.
“And you’re freaking amazing,” she exhales the words breathlessly. She reaches up to cup my face. “I want to feel you inside me.”
I hover over her, eyes moving over her face, breathing her in.
This woman…
I can’t get enough of her. It’s like she’s awakened something inside me, something I thought had died long ago. I know I’ve been damaged by the last decade. Brutalized. Maybe I’ll never be truly whole again. But now, with Raura’s soft curves pressed against me, I feel alive. Worthy. Like I might just have a future, after all.
But it’s a future I have no right to.
All I have is this moment.
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