Page 58 of Knocked Up By My Fated Alpha
My lips parted, and I dragged my tongue over my lower lip, tasting him. Alpha Damien tensed, golden pools rapidly darkening with desire as he followed the movement of my tongue, still waiting. He didn’t realise I’d made my choice the moment I let him catch me stealing his shirt, maybe even before then, when I’d pushed him away in the training room, hoping he’d come after me.
Keeping my gaze on his, I lowered my hand, taking an unhealthy amount of pleasure in the surprised grunt that escaped Alpha Damien as I opened his pants.
“Please stop,” I whispered, teasing as I tried and failed to get my fingers around his sizable girth, stroking his length through his underwear.
“Fuck Raven.”
My name left Alpha Damien’s lips in a harsh breath before his lips crashed into mine. He pinned my wrists above my head as he kissed me like a man on the brink of breaking. He kissed me with desperation, like he was drowning and I was both his salvation and his end. Each caress was a claim. and each kiss a brand, his lips rediscovering me with every slide of his tongue against mine.
I wasn’t aware my bra was gone until his fingers found my breasts, heavy and sensitive, his calloused thumb coaxing my nipple until a moan tore from me. I panted as Alpha Damien’s lips left mine, his head dipping as he sucking my nipple into his mouth, making lightning crackle in my veins.
His hand slipped between my legs and found my swollen clit, fingers slicking through my arousal. Uncontrollable moans left my lips as Alpha Damien switched between my breasts, leaving a sweet, hot trail of bites and kisses, his fingers playing me expertly as though he knew every inch of my body and knew the exact amount of force he needed to elicit his desired reaction from me.
More clothes fell away until all I could feel was Alpha Damien’s cool skin on mine. My lips bruised and more than slightly buzzed from his kisses, I sucked in a breath, his scent of citrus and cedar hitting me like an aphrodisiac, my body trembling at the precipice of pleasure only Alpha Damien could give me.
I wanted, no, needed him inside me.
“Please,” I rasped, my hips surging towards his fingers, unashamed of the wet, obscene sounds from our intimacy. “Damien, please.”
Alpha Damien’s lips left my skin, his gaze lifting to meet mine, his eyes dark gold and burning with heat.
“I’ve got you,” he said softly, his voice thick as molasses. “Let me take care of you.”
As Alpha Damien slid inside me, he kissed me gently and reverently, like I was something fragile and sacred. The heat between us didn’t dim, but it shifted—slow, consuming, and unbearably tender.
His forehead touched mine, his breath mingled with mine, and I felt seen in a way that made my chest ache.
“Don’t,” I said breathlessly, heart thundering.
“Don’t?” he murmured, brushing a kiss against my cheekbone, golden eyes on mine, waiting for my response.
A response that hung in my throat. Don’t look at me like this means something. Like this moment wasn’t purely lust-driven but something tangible. I didn’t say that, though. Rather, I locked my legs behind his back, my lips at his ear.
“Don’t treat me like I’m breakable,” I rasped, letting my core clench around him, my voice low and trembling with want. “I can take it. I want to. I want you.”
I felt the moment Damien’s restraint fell away, his wolf at the surface, a deep growl rumbled from his chest, primal and barely restrained.
“Mine,” he breathed like a vow. “You’re fucking mine.”
For a moment I was struck by how much I wanted those words to be true, then his hands were on my hips angling me such that when he thrusted into me, his cock found nerve endings I didn’t even know existed, and I lost my breath, my mind finally falling quietening, all my conflicting emotions silenced as I lost myself in him.
Damien withdrew by half, then thrust back into me even harder, beginning to move in earnest, and the sounds that left my lips would have embarrassed me if I cared. My toes curled, my eyes rolling back as another potent wave of arousal crashed into me, my body overwhelmed by a pleasure so absolute I couldn’t string together a single coherent thought.
Alpha Damien took me with rhythmic, long, deep strokes, steadily driving me insane as the pleasure slowly built into a wave that threatened to pull me under a tide of want, need, desire, and the threads of an emotion so profound I didn’t dare identify it.
I moved my hips mindlessly against his, the pressure building and building until I couldn’t take it anymore. I clutched at Damien, breath breaking into sharp, helpless gasps.
“I can’t—”
He didn’t let me finish.
“Yes, you can,” Damien growled, his voice low and commanding. “Come for me, Raven. Let me feel you fall apart.”
That was all it took. I fell apart. Helplessly. Violently. My back arched as I shattered around him, shaking uncontrollably, sobbing out my release as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
A primal wordless grunt tore from Damien’s throat, his hands digging into my hips as he buried his face in my neck, his rhythm faltering as I clamped down on him. His movements became rough, chopping, his hips pistoning against mine in no particular pattern. Just raw, unfettered need.
My second orgasm sprang up on me suddenly and violently, my heart hammering in my ribs, my muscles contracting powerfully as his name tore from my throat, hoarse and raw, my hips bucking into his touch and squeezing down on him.
