Page 35 of Rebel for Claws
"Alaric, please," she begged, her voice breaking.
He doubled his efforts, his mouth and fingers working in tandem until he felt her body tense and her climax wash over her in waves. Her cry of release was music to his ears, and he didn't stop until she was trembling uncontrollably, her legs barely able to hold her up.
"That's it," he said, rising to his feet and pulling her into his arms. "Feel that pleasure, Vivian."
She clung to him, her breathing ragged, her body still shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Alaric held her close, his own arousal pressing insistently against the fabric of his dress pants. He wanted her—needed her—more than he'd ever needed anything in his life.
But he forced himself to pause, to give her a moment to recover. His hands stroked her back, his lips pressing gentle kisses to her hair.
"You're everything to me," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.
She looked up at him, her violet eyes shining with something that made his chest ache. "And you're mine," she said, her voice soft but fierce.
Alaric's heart swelled at her words and at the way she looked at him—not with fear or doubt anymore, but with trust and desire. He kissed her again, slow and deep, pouring all the words he couldn't say into it.
The mate bond sang beautifully between them, stronger than ever before, and Alaric knew there was no going back. Vivian was his—and he was hers.
Only then, with the fire crackling behind them and the world far away, did he realize that today was the day he was finally going to claim her, not officially, but in all the ways that mattered.
Alaric stepped back from Vivian, their bodies parting reluctantly as the firelight flickered against the stone walls of the cave. His hands moved to the waistband of his dress pants, his fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. He let the fabric fall to the ground, followed by his black boxers, dress shoes, and socks, until he stood before her completely bare. His body was a testament to decades of discipline—broad shoulders, carved muscles, and the unmistakable hardness of his arousal, thick and throbbing, the physical manifestation of his desire for her.
Vivian's gaze dropped, her violet eyes widening as they took in the sight of him. A low growl rumbled in his chest, primal satisfaction surging through him at the unmistakable hunger in her expression. Her lips parted, and he could see the pulse quicken in her throat.
"Pleased with what you see?" he asked, his voice a low, teasing rumble.
She didn't look away. "Very pleased," she replied, her voice steady but laced with heat.
His lips curved into a smirk, his Alpha male pride swelling. He closed the distance between them in one stride, his hands gripping her hips as he lifted her effortlessly off the ground. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her body pressing flush against his as he pinned her back against the cool stone wall.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked, his voice rough with need, his grey eyes darkening to gold.
She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "I've been ready for you for days," she admitted, her tone both sheepish and daring. "I've been fantasizing about this."
His jaw tightened, a surge of possessive satisfaction coursing through him. "Then let's not wait any longer," he growled softly.
He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock brushing against her slick heat. Slowly and agonizingly, he pushed into her, inch by inch, savoring the way her body stretched to accommodate him. She was so tight and so warm, that he had to clench his jaw to keep from losing control right then and there.
"Alaric," she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely.
He paused, giving her a moment to adjust, his forehead resting against hers. Her breath came in short, ragged bursts, her body trembling against his.
"You feel incredible," he murmured, his voice thick with reverence.
Her eyes met his, violet and gold, and she nodded, urging him on.
He began to move, slow and deliberate at first, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both of them. Her breath hitched, soft moans escaping her lips as she clung to him.
"More," she begged, her voice a desperate whisper.
He complied without hesitation, his pace quickening, his thrusts growing harder and deeper. The sound of their bodiesjoining echoed through the cave, mingling with their ragged breaths and the crackle of the fire.
She met his intensity with her own, her hips rolling against his with a primal rhythm that drove him wild. Her nails raked down his back, and he growled, the sound feral and possessive.
Between gasps, she whispered his name, each syllable a plea and a promise. He buried his face in her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he claimed her in every way he could. For now.
Their connection was electric, the mate bond humming between them, amplifying every sensation. No words were needed; their bodies spoke a language all their own—primal, raw, and utterly consuming.
Her breathing quickened, her body tightening around him as she approached the edge. "Alaric," she cried, her voice breaking as her orgasm ripped through her.
