Page 87 of The Alpha King's Hunt
"You feel that? How your pussy grabs me? This body was made for me," he says, his thrusts getting erratic, harder, faster. "I'm going to destroy you Keira Killaney and make you beg for more before I'm done."
I bite my lip and moan as he stretches me. Right now, I'd let him do anything because I want every second of it.
"Come with me," he says and slides his hand down to my clit, fucking me faster and faster.
It doesn't take much for my body to start tingling again. The fire and ice coursing through me, the electricity of an oncoming orgasm ripping through me, and I can feel myself tensing up, clamping around his cock.
“Please Octavian,” I moan, “I need you.”
His breaths become ragged, his thrusts more erratic.
"Fuck, Keira," he groans as he comes, spilling inside me, his entire body locking. The feeling of him pulsing inside me, filling me, tips me over the edge again, and I come with him, both of us shattering together.
He thrusts a few more times slowly, emptying himself into me as I ride the pleasure wave of my own release. My eyes are still blurry and out of focus from the force of the orgasm.
After a few moments, he pulls out slowly, and I feel him leaking down my thighs. The raw intimacy of it makes my chest tighten.
I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath.
I rub my face, my brain still foggy with post-orgasmic bliss.
He sits up beside me, running a hand through his hair, looking just as wrecked as I feel.
We don't speak for a long moment. The silence stretches between us, heavy with everything we're not saying.
Then he clears his throat.
"Sorry if I hurt you. I just got a little carried away," he says. "You have that effect on me."
I prop myself up on my elbows and smile. "It's okay. I liked it."
We sit for a few minutes, each recounting what we just did, and then he turns to me and holds out his hand. "Here, let me help you up."
I stand, and he gathers my clothes. I sneak a peek at his butt before he hands them to me.
We get dressed, and he turns to me.
"If you want to go after this person you came in telling me about," he says, "tell me who he is and where to find him. I'll go get him. Bring him to a controlled area. You, your brothers, whoever, can talk to him there."
I turn to him, still tasting him on my lips, still feeling his release inside me.
"Okay," I say, my voice soft, and brush the hair out of my face. "Does this, like, change anything between us?"
His gaze drops to my mouth, then lower, where he was inside me seconds ago.
"I'm still protecting you," he says, voice low. "But now I'll take it personally if anyone touches what I've had my hands on."
A heat rolls through me at the blunt claim, and I flash a small smile.
Because we both know nothing will ever be the same after this.
And God only knows how that's going to end.
24
OCTAVIAN
We walk out of the gym in silence, my hand resting at the small of her back, guiding her up the basement stairs. The scent of sweat and sex clings to both of us.
