Page 61 of Coveted

The room spun, each spurt of seed painting her insides feeling like it pulled a part of him with it. Alana’s core fluttered around him, squeezing his knot and milking him for every drop as her nails dug into his back and made sure he didn’t move. She still rocked her hips, riding the last of her orgasm with little grunts and whimpers as he filled her up.

Vax leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers, both of them panting as they came down from the intense release. His muscles felt like putty, the tension that had ridden his shoulders for months finally draining away, and he let himself enjoy the moment as her breath feathered over his face, her hands moving to stroke the back of his neck.

Alana’s thighs were trembling around his hips, and he snapped back to awareness when she cut off a whine that was different in pitch than the previous ones. The table was hard beneath her, and he realized he was still pinning her to it.

Forcing his muscles to cooperate and raise himself, he slipped his arms around her small form, lifting her as he straightened. Her legs tightened, his knot shifting inside her, drawing a hiss from him as she gasped.

“Hang on,” he grunted, sliding one arm down to brace her hips so he could walk without her moving as much. Each step still tugged on the bulge of flesh holding them together, and Alana was moaning by the time he made it to the side of the tub.

Carefully stepping down until he could sit on one of the molded seats, Vax swiped his hand over the controls, setting the tub to fill with warm water before leaning back.

“We need to get this off.”

Water swirled around his feet as he tugged on Alana’s dress. She sat up and stared at him, worry crossing her face before he cocked a brow.

“I’m pretty sure there’s no need to preserve your modesty any longer. Not after I’ve tasted you.”

The fading flush on her chest and cheeks reddened again, and he smirked. She let out a sigh before nodding, taking the fabric from his hands to pull it over her head. She put it on the floor behind his shoulder before looking down at her underwear.

“How?”

He huffed a laugh before grabbing the sides of the material. They weren’t anything fancy or thin, but it still didn’t take much effort to split the seams, the fabric trapped between them pulling against his base before the stitches gave way.

Alana frowned down at them before sighing again. She had to shift for him to pull the torn panties from between them, her gasp preceding the rippling of her core around his knot.

The water was up to his thighs, tickling his balls and adding to the stimulation, making him release another rush of fluid into her womb. She rocked her hips as if she couldn’t help it but whined as she leaned against his chest.

“Too much.”

His chuckle made her bounce against him as he reached around to release her bra. He probably could have left it on since she was sitting on his lap and the water wouldn’t reach her breasts before it stopped, but he didn’t want anything between them.

“I’m pretty sure I heard you begging for more.”

Tossing the last piece of clothing over his head, he slid his hands up her ribs, taking one nipple between his fingers and giving it a soft pinch.

Alana yelped and jerked upright, the motion pulling on his knot again and making her hiss as he groaned. He’d never go soft if she kept moving, but he found himself perfectly happy to remain inside her.

She shoved her hand between her breast and his fingers, eyes narrowed as she stared at him, but he felt the way her channel clenched.

“That was before,” she muttered.

Grinning, he reached up to wrap his hand around her neck, green orbs flaring as he pulled her down so he could claim her lips.

Chapter Thirty-One

Alana

Alana resisted at first before opening to him on a sigh. She’d never known her body could feel the kind of pleasure Vax had wrung from her, but soreness was already creeping in to replace the laxness in her muscles. Her thighs complained about the stretch around his hips, and her core stung, his knot keeping her wrenched wide open.

Vax finally released her lips, though he kept hold of her throat, using his grip to tip her head to the side so he could leave kisses along her jaw. His breath tickled her ear before he sucked the lobe into his mouth, the sensation sending a shiver down her spine and making her clench on him once again.

Whining, she tried to turn her head away. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, but more that she did, and each spasm of her channel brought a fresh ache.

“Please, Vax.”

He grumbled at her whispered plea but released her ear, settling for pressing his forehead against hers once again. It was an oddly intimate gesture, and her heart stumbled over the next beat. It was too soon to be having such feelings, but she couldn’t deny the pull she felt to the alpha holding her in the warm water.

“So, have I convinced you we’re compatible? I certainly seem to fit.”

---