Page 88 of Alpha Chained
My fingers dig into his shoulders, skin to skin, my breathing already shallow from the urgency building within me. I thrust my hips upward greedily. “Please…” I gasp, needing more friction. Needing him.
A low growl rumbles from his chest. “Not yet.”
I groan out a whine. “Why?” I ask raggedly.
“Because I want to remember every second of this.” His eyes glitter with desire, and my heart pounds as his fingertips graze the entrance of my pussy. My thighs slide wider apart.
“You’re exquisite.” His breath fans over my skin as he bends his head and his lips close over my nipple, teasing the rigid peak gently with his teeth. Fire sparks within as his fingers slip easily inside me, thrusting shallowly.
“Oh! God…Riot!” I cry out, moving with him.
“You make me crazy, gorgeous,” he pants, bending to latch onto my other nipple and sucking hard. Groaning, I throw my head back as his fingers delve deeper, stretching me, filling me, his thumb still stroking my clit in mind-blowing rhythm.
“R-Riot…” I pant. “Please…”
“Tell me.” His voice is low and ragged, eyes blazing as he watches his hand moving in and out of my body.
My muscles flutter around his fingers, and I cry out hoarsely, bucking my hips. “Please…I need you inside…”
“God, yes.” He slides his fingers from me, making me whimper. Riot’s eyes are slate-gray with desire as he guides me backward onto the bed. The mattress shifts as he climbs onto it, pulling me against him until I’m straddling him. Then his hands are on me, slowly lowering me onto his rock-hard length.
“Oh! Oh, God!” I choke out as he slides inside my body, making my eyes water with his sheer size. My fingers grasp his shoulders, holding him to me, moaning softly when his lips move to mine in a deep, mind-numbing kiss.
His hips begin to move, building a slow, powerful rhythm as he thrusts into me, filling me, completing me. I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him closer, needing him deeper.
The warmth between us grows, spiraling into a fierce flame that quickly becomes a firestorm. Our movements become frantic.
“You’re so tight, gorgeous. So perfect,” he groans, his voice raw. His hips grind up in a quick, hard, staccato rhythm, his fingers gripping my hips, guiding our movements.
Gasping, I fling my head backward, my chest heaving as my pussy clenches down on his cock. His teeth graze my throat, then his tongue soothes the sensitive skin his teeth have just touched. My body reacts instinctively, my core muscles spasming around his rigid flesh as a wave rushes through me.
“Now,” he pants, his hips pounding into me. “Mark me, my love.”
I don’t hesitate. Tilting my head, I settle my teeth over the spot where his pulse flutters wildly, feeling them extend just a little and then sink in.
“Raura!” he chokes out. His cock pushes deep inside me, locking in as my muscles clamp tight and a flood of pleasure crashes over me. The taste of him in my mouth makes it feel like he’s part of me. It’s too much, and it’s not enough and all at once.
“Oh fuck! Yes!” I moan out a climax against his skin, sobbing his name. He follows me over the edge, his lips closing over my throat as he bites down hard. Pain and pleasure mingle in a rush that sends me over again, winding my arms around his neck as I buck against him.
As our bodies flutter together, all I can hear is the ragged, desperate sound of our breathing. His heart pounds against my skin, and I lift a hand to touch his mark, watching a bead of blood well up around my fingers as I caress him.
He’s mine now, and I’m his.
The arm that’s been supporting him collapses, and we fall bonelessly to the mattress, tangled together and gasping. Riot rolls slightly, still inside me, holding me close; he settles like that, his lips pressed to my hair. I run a lazy hand up and down his back, content to just feel the rise and fall of his chest as he holds me.
“You’re mine,” he says, echoing my thoughts.
I nod, a satisfied smile curling my lips. “And you’re mine,” I tell him. A blissful languor descends on me as he tightens his arms around me, holding me to his chest. The burn on my throat becomes a warm tingle that floods me.
So this is what it’s like…
I sneak a small glance at him. The hard lines of his face are softer than I’ve ever seen them. The demons exorcised. The man who was lost a decade ago is beginning to live again. And he belongs to me now, not some sick psychopath.
“I love you,” I tell him. There’s a long pause. I see the line of his throat work as he swallows.
“I love you too,” he husks out, his voice tight.
I gaze up at Riot in wonder, tracing the contours of his face with my fingertips. The hard lines have softened, the tension eased from around his eyes and mouth. For the first time since I met him, he looks…at peace.