Page 66 of Alpha Chained

Raura

Our gazes lock, and I see the raw hunger in his eyes – a mirror of my own. “I need you,” I whisper.

I tug him down onto me, and he comes willingly, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that’s both possessive and tender. He seems to sense that I need this to be slow, to savor every touch, every sensation.

His hands roam my body, igniting my skin wherever they land, my breasts, my hips, the soft flesh of my ass. I arch into his touch, my breath catching as he traces a path of fire down my neck with his mouth, along my collarbone, and lower until his lips graze my breast.

His mouth brushes my nipple, sending a bolt of pleasure straight to my clit. I moan, my body still thrumming with desire, even though I’ve just had the most earth-shattering orgasm. His calloused hands cup the full curves of my breasts with a delicate touch that belies his brute strength, teasing and tormenting me until I’m writhing beneath him.

“Oh my God, you’re driving me mad!” I choke out, all ideas of taking this slow suddenly going out the window.

His lips touch mine lightly. “Shhh… There’s no rush.”

But my body seems to think otherwise. I clench my core muscles, desperate to feel him deep inside me, but he’s not giving me what I need; he’s dragging this out, making me ache. Every brush of his fingertips burns my skin, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through me. I whimper softly, my nails raking down the hard expanse of his back as I beg him with my body for more of his exquisite torment.

Finally, he relents, guiding the head of his cock along the mouth of my pussy and sliding into me slowly, his eyes holding mine captive as he does so. I gasp at the sensation, certain that I can feel each ridge, each vein, each inch of his thick cock grinding into me. He fits perfectly, stretching me, filling me completely, and it’s as if he’s stealing my breath along with my heart. We’re perfectly matched, our bodies fitting together as if we were made for this. For each other.

“Is that good?” he asks hoarsely, his breath warm on my face as he stays motionless above me. My chest is heaving, my calves locked around his hips. I’m struggling to find words.

“God… So good…” I gasp out. “So freaking good.” It’s all I can manage.

His eyes search mine as he begins to move, his gaze holding mine captive as our bodies find a rhythm. It’s as if he’s looking into my soul, and in that moment, something shifts between us. It’s more than just desire. More than the raw, animalistic need.

It’s…everything.

He hooks his arms beneath my knees, hiking them up to get a better angle as he picks up the pace. Soon, he’s driving into me, each pounding thrust taking my breath away. His forehead gleams under a light sheen of perspiration as he brings me to the edge and then eases back until I’m convinced I’m going to explode.

I know he’s close, too, because I can feel him shaking with the exertion of holding it off. Clinging to this connection as if he wants it to last forever…as much as I do. And yet again, I’m filled with the realization that had hit me so hard earlier. The understanding of something so profound that I know it’s going to change my life. My world.

Slowing him with my body, I put my hand on his cheek, my thumb stroking over the hard line of it. “Riot…” I’m breathing hard. “Riot… I-I need to tell you something.”

Oh, God, am I really going to say this?

Confusion flickers in his eyes. “What is it, Raura?” His voice is strained.

“I think…” I stop.

I can’t do this. What if I’m wrong?

But when I look into his face, I know I’m not. I’ve never been more certain of anything.

“What is it? Tell me…” His lips brush mine. His arms are shaking as he holds himself motionless over me, inside me. “You can tell me anything.”

Even this?

Yes! Say it!

“I think… I think you’re my mate,” I breathe out. “I think we’re fated.” I lick my lips because that’s not quite true. “No. I know it. I know you’re my mate, Riot.”

He hesitates, his eyes widening as he stares down at me. For a moment, he doesn’t speak, and my heart stops.

Am I wrong?

Have I misinterpreted this feeling between us?

And then he says it…the words that melt me.

“You’re mine,” he chokes out, and then he’s moving again, his eyes closing as he loses himself in the sensation. I cling to him, my body alive with pleasure, our passion building to an inevitable climax. It hits me like a thunderclap, a crashing roar of blood in my veins mixed with the rush of sensation that sets every nerve-ending alight. The fluttering in my pussy turns into a spasm so hard it has my back bowing.