Wanted by the Alphas(16)
“No. Just stay in me.”
She shuts her eyes, and then opens them again. His eyes hold hers, and she sees tenderness in them. Maybe sadness as well.
He moves inside her. She gasps.
“Am I hurting you?”
She is filled to total expansion.
“No. Not anymore. It feels . . . good.”
And it does. Her orifice and passage is stretched to its max, and his flesh thrusts and rubs against every crevice and every surface like a well-oiled tool. He grunts with each pump of his hips, and her entire body is pushed towards the headboard.
Oh, the sex is incredibly hot, she thinks. This man is incredibly hot. He ruts against her like this for a long, long time. In, out. In, out. Her fists are bunching the sheets and grasping the edges of the pillows. She hasn’t even noticed the color of the sheets until now – they are a pristine white, probably with a very high thread count.
His cock pounds her and massages her, and she angles her cervix upward so that his crown would thrust against her special place. Each stroke there is enough to bring her to a high. She goes higher –
“Ahhh!”
And higher.
“Ahhhh!”
He grips her arms. His breath is very harsh against her neck. A bead of sweat falls off his nose and speckles her lips. She licks it and tastes its sexy saltiness.
“Oh, Lucien,” she whimpers.
“God, you feel good,” he says raggedly.
Until finally, she cries out, losing herself to the bliss that follows. Her groin explodes into spasms and tendrils of fire which run all over her body while its hub concentrates at her core.
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Her entire pelvic region screams with the ecstasy and the sweet agony of it all. Her mind goes blank as she arches her back, grinding the top of her head onto the soft pillows.
When she comes to, he is panting full throttle. He lets himself go too. Although the condom stops her from experiencing his sap firsthand, she knows his semen is gushing inside its rubber cage.
“Ohhhh,” he groans as he spurts inside her several times. She can feel his buttocks squeezing with each forceful ejaculation.
Then he collapses on top of her.
“That was incredible,” he whispered against her hair. He strokes her breasts, her neck. “Stay with me tonight.”
She is too fatigued to do anything but assent.
*
Somewhere in the middle of the night, she wakes up. Lucien’s limbs are entwined with hers, and he is snoring slightly.
She shifts very slowly, not wanting to wake him. She stares at his sleeping profile. He is an incredible lover, and she will be very sorry to leave him in the morning. Jared would be upset that she spent the night with Lucien, of course, but she is a consenting adult.
That is, if Jared actually came back to the hotel at all.
Outside the bedroom window, a pale moon floats upon listless clouds, spraying the night with an eerie glow. Somewhere in the dark forest beyond the maze, a wolf howl pierces the night.
It is remarkably close, and the hairs on her forearm rise.
Her mind goes back to the hanging witch. She has to suppress a shudder.
What does it all mean?
THE HOUSE
The next morning, she wakes up before Lucien can wake up, and she surreptitiously eases her body away. She dresses in her clothes, picks up her heels and takes a final look at him before she pads silently out of the door.
Thank you for the wonderful sex.
Apparently, there are no cabs to call in Dolphin’s Bay. But there is a car service she can dial for, the concierge tells her helpfully. He recognizes her as Mr. Walker’s date, of course.
“Are you sure you don’t want to wait for Mr. Walker to take you home, Miss?” he asks.
“No, I don’t want to bother him. Please dial the service.”
It would be far better to take public transport – or what is akin to public transport here – than to call Jared to pick her up.
She switches on her cellphone. Two missed calls from Jared. She twists her mouth.
When is he going to learn that I am not that sixteen-year-old ingénue anymore who hero-worshipped him?
When she gets back to Pine’s Bluff, Jared is waiting for her at the reception. He is seated with his feet sprawled on the table before him. Peter, the receptionist, eyes him nervously.
“So, was he good in the sack?” Jared drawls loudly.
“It’s none of your business.”
“Oh, but it is my business if my only sister doesn’t come home all night. After all, she’s in a new town and I can’t be totally sure who she’s shacking up with.”
She breezes past him to the stairs and he gets up and lopes after her.
“Can it, Jared,” she says, exasperated. “Why do you always have to embarrass me in public?”
He grins. “Are you seeing our generous host again?”