Page 24 of Rocked By the Alpha
She can’t breathe, the intensity of it is too much, every part of her cunt sings. And she can’t … she can’t … She wants to melt right into his mouth.
Her hands scrabble at the door against her back, nails scratching uselessly at the wood and her leg gives way, her cunt pressing right against him as he keeps her suspended with the brace of his strong arms.
So far, he’s ignored her clit and it throbs with need. Now he nudges at it with the tip of his tongue and she can’t help wailing, tears welling in her eyes. He prods at her clit again and then again, and the tears roll down her cheeks.
“Please.” The word chokes in her throat, and his fingers tighten around her thighs. “Please.”
He circles the sensitive nub, and the sparks it generates in her clit are so fierce she’s surprised he’s not electrified.
The circles become deeper, harder, quicker, soon his tongue spins around and around and it’s wet and warm and filthy. She digs her nails into the door, her body stiffening and then he flicks her hard and she comes apart.
* * *
He scoops her up after that and she catches a glimpse of rooms and a wide staircase as he carries her through the dark house. It’s eerily quiet for LA, no hum of traffic, no shouts from passersby on the streets, just the distant sound of the sea. The room he takes her to is an Alpha’s room if ever she saw one. Dark wood paneling and midnight blue shades. Moonlight spills into the room from a wall of glass and the bed is wide and voluminous.
Gently, he places her on the soft mattress and she has to fight the urge to roll over and bury her face in the sheets that smell so strongly of him. Instead, she clambers up onto her hands and knees and wriggles her ass in his direction, glancing over her shoulder at him. He’s peeling off his pants, palming his long, thick shaft as he kicks his jeans from his feet.
“Not like that,” he says, fixing an arm around her waist and flipping her onto her back. “Like this.” He opens a drawer, fumbling inside and drawing out a square of foil, ripping it open and letting the rubber fall out into his hand.
She watches transfixed. There’s no urgency to his movements. It’s the usual laid back manners of a man who has all the time in the world. He’s made her come three times tonight, but it’s done nothing to sedate the ache in her cunt, the need to be filled. He slides the condom down his length, his fingers stroking the velvety skin and the ache in her pussy seems to pulse in time with her heart.
His knee finds the bed and he uses it to part her legs.
“I need to be fucked hard.”
“I know what you need, Omega.”
He climbs onto the bed, hovering over her, caging her within his arms like he’d done by the door. Even though he holds himself above her, his weight, and the sheer size of him, crushes her and again her brain spins. Is this exactly what she loves or exactly what she hates?
But she doesn’t have a chance to dwell on it. He lowers his face to hers, nuzzling against her mouth. It’s almost romantic. Almost tempting to believe he cares. She has to stop her heart from fluttering all over again.
“Ruby,” he murmurs as his hips come flush to hers and the tip of his hot cock nudges at her entrance. She opens her legs wider for him, her hands resting on the small of his back, and guides him inside, the sensation of him entering whipping her breath away.
He groans long and hard as he pushes his way inside like a man who’s been waiting for nothing else all night long. When she’s taken him all the way to the hilt, he pauses, waiting for her to relax around him.
“So good,” he murmurs, and she lowers her hands to his ass and digs in her nails.
“Fuck me,” she says. He growls back, the Alpha in him not liking the command but it doesn’t stop him from moving.
It’s still not hard though. He slides all the way out, rolling his hip as he does, and just as she starts to protest he thrusts back down, the mattress squeaking under them. He nips at her lips and then he does it all over again, gliding completely from her and then slamming back in. It’s a tease, winding her up, giving her a taste of his cock and his power, but not enough, not enough to take her anywhere. She wriggles beneath him, claws at his backside, tries to rack up the pace and the intensity, but he refuses to be diverted.
Instead, he makes soft purring noises into her throat as he kisses her there.
Soon the tears are trailing from the corner of her eyes and the pressure buzzing in her belly is so strong she might combust if he doesn’t let her come now.
“I’m taking my time with you, little Omega,” he whispers. “Not giving you an excuse to run away.”
“Please,” she whimpers, “Please let me come. Please knot me.”
He’s playing his games. Toying with her.
He grinds, rubbing against her clit and sending pleasure coursing through her veins. Then he does it again and again, deeper and stronger each time so that the orgasm builds slowly, gathering pace and intensity, so that when she tips over, it is all consuming.
Sex is never this good with anyone else. It’s why she keeps coming back for more.
“See,” he says, when she opens her eyes and finds him gazing down at her. “I know you. I know how to make you come.”
Then he lifts up on his elbows and fucks her hard, the bed crashing against the wall and soon she’s arching and moaning and screaming all over again as finally he comes too, his knot expanding at her entrance. She takes a breath, bracing herself for what she knows is coming, the hit of pleasure so delicious, she’s surprised she held out this long before she’d come back for another hit. His wide hilt locks into her, stretching her wide, and he growls, telling her what a good girl she is taking his knot.
