Page 174 of Chased By My Grumpy Alpha
He folds me in half easily, my thighs pressed to my chest, his body caging me completely. His cock presses against me, hard and hot, and my breath catches.
“Now,” he growls, lining himself up. “You’re going to take all of me, and you’re going to feel me for days.”
When he pushes in, it’s deep—so deep I cry out—and his answering groan is pure satisfaction. He doesn’t move right away, letting me feel every inch of him before he starts to thrust, slowly at first, then harder, his dirty words in my ear making my head spin.
“You feel that? That’s me, buried so deep you’ll never forget I was here. Mine, Astra. Always mine.”
My chest heaves, my lips parting on a ragged breath. My mind is foggy, and when Lucian pulls out, I can’t help the sharp shiver that runs through me at the loss.
Before I can catch my breath, he flips me onto my stomach, the mattress dipping under his weight.
“Hands above your head,” he orders, his voice deep and unyielding. “Don’t move them unless you want me to tie you down.”
Heat floods me at the command. I obey instantly, crossing my wrists on the pillow, my back arching in silent invitation. I feel his gaze on me—hot, possessive—before he kneels between my legs, pushing them apart. The rough drag of his palm over my slick folds makes me gasp.
“Still wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice dark and satisfied. “Greedy little thing.”
Two of his fingers slide inside me, slowly and deliberately, curling in a way that makes me bury my face in the pillow with asoft moan. He presses his palm harder, the obscene sound of my own arousal filling the space between us.
“You hear that?” His words are a low growl against my skin. “That’s the sound of a good mate who knows her place.”
I can’t think, can’t speak—I can only move, rocking helplessly against his hand. The sensation builds until I’m shaking, and then he pulls his fingers free, replacing them with the thick head of his cock.
When he pushes inside, it’s agonizingly slow, stretching me until I feel every inch of him. My nails claw at the sheets as he grinds deep, rolling his hips, refusing to give me the fast, hard rhythm I crave.
“Beg for it,” he growls.
“Please…” The word is nothing more than a breath.
“Not good enough.” He pulls back until I’m nearly empty before slamming into me, the force jolting my entire body. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
My voice is shaky and raw. “I want you to fuck me. Hard. I want you to make me come.”
His fist tangles in my hair, yanking my head back so his mouth is at my ear. “You’re going to come when I decide, not before. You understand?”
“Yes,” I pant, my pulse hammering in my ears.
He lets go and starts moving—sharp, deep thrusts that make me moan loudly. His hand snakes around and finds my clit, rubbing hard, fast circles that leave me whimpering, my thighs trembling.
“That’s it…Take it. Take every inch. You were made for this—for me.”
I’m so close it hurts, every nerve in my body strung tight. His chest presses to my back, his voice a command I can’t refuse. “Come for me, little wolf. Now.”
I break, the orgasm tearing through me so hard I cry out, my body clenching around him in pulsing waves. He doesn’t stop—thrusting through it, dragging it out until my legs are shaking and my breath is coming in harsh gasps.
When he follows me over the edge, spilling deep inside me with a guttural growl of my name, I finally go limp.
He stays inside me, one hand gripping my hip, the other resting under my stomach. His voice is low, rough, and full of approval when he murmurs, “That’s my girl.”
My wolf rumbles in contentment, the sound vibrating through my body from the inside out. I can still feel Lucian pulsing inside me, the heat of his release seeping into every part of me. My body is molten, my limbs heavy and useless, but I don’t care. I don’t want to move—not when he’s still wrapped around me like this.
Lucian’s chest presses against my back, and his lips brush my shoulder in a kiss that’s softer than anything that came before. “Breathe, love,” he whispers.
I realize I’ve been holding my breath, and I let it go. Then, I inhale deeply, the scent of him—wild, warm, utterly him—filling my lungs. My racing pulse starts to subside, though my body still hums from the high Lucian wrung out of me.
When he finally eases out, I whimper softly, my body instinctively tightening like it wants to hold him there. He runs his palm down my spine in slow, soothing strokes, calming me.
“You did so well,” he says, the praise curling low in my stomach. “Took everything I gave you…and you’re still here, still mine.”
