Page 19 of Alpha Bride
I’m not sure what she sees in my eyes, but she freezes. Her hand stills on my chest, and she swallows hard.
“You’re safe,” I say softly, reaching out to caress her cheek. Her skin is like porcelain beneath my fingers, and it takes everything in me not to claim her mouth. “You’re with me.”
She blinks up at me, confusion warring with a hint of something else in her eyes. Longing? Desire? It makes me hard just looking at her like this.
Her gaze flickers to me again, and I feel the air change between us. It’s like she’s seeing me for the first time since that night in the forest when everything felt so right, and I don’t want to scare her off. Not now. I lean down, brushing my lips against hers gently, tasting fear and something else—something that makes my wolf howl with joy. When she responds with a tiny whimper, I deepen the kiss, pressing her back into the pillows as my hand tangles in her hair. She tastes divine, and my wolf urges me on.
She groans into the kiss, pulling me closer until we’re practically tangled together on the bed. My hands are tangled in her long, soft hair as her fingers fly to my shoulders before lightly dragging down my chest. She bites her bottom lip and moans softly against my mouth as I grind my erection against her core. Fuck.
Knowing I can’t wait any longer, I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. “Are you sure?” My voice is rougher than I expect, and she nods shakily, and it’s then that I sense her fear. “You’ve done this before?”
Her eyes dart away as her cheeks flush, telling me everything I need to know before she even speaks. “I haven’t even…” she whispers, “since that night in the forest.”
She’s completely untouched. The thought floors me even as my bastard of a wolf rejoices, almost feral with the need to take her. I swear, my wolf would have me take her right here, but I can’t. Not until she’s ready.
I pull back just enough to kiss her forehead and brush the hair from her face. “We’ll take it slow,” I promise her softly, and she nods, eyes bright with unshed tears. Then she does something that takes me by surprise: lifting her body slightly, she pulls her shirt over her head, a small smile playing on her lips.
My wolf watches with hungry eyes as she reveals a lacy black bra that barely contains her full breasts. With a groan, I lean forward to lick one of her nipples through the fabric before tugging the delicate material aside and taking her in my mouth. Her scent is intoxicating as she moans again, arching into my touch.
I trail kisses down her stomach until I reach the waistband of her yoga pants, pulling them down slowly as I gountil she’s naked beneath me. My cock throbs at the sight; she’s even more beautiful than I ever could have imagined. Her hips lift slightly in a silent plea as I slide my fingers through her folds, making her gasp. I chuckle as she tangles her fingers in my hair.
"Please," she whispers, and I willingly give her what she's asking for. My tongue delves into her heat as she cries out, hips bucking off the bed. I taste her arousal and feel her wetness against my lips, and it’s all I can do to hold back from taking her right here, but I know she needs to be prepared first. I suck her clit into my mouth as I slide one and then two fingers into her tight entrance, stretching them slightly.
“So fucking tight, baby,” I murmur against her skin. Her walls are already clenching around my fingers, so I scissor them while sucking her clit until she’s crying out, squeezing her thighs around my head. I know she’s close, so I don’t let up, curling my fingers inside her to stroke her inner walls as I flick my tongue back and forth on her sensitive bundle of nerves. My cock feels painfully hard, and I need to be inside her, but only when she’s ready.
I feel the moment she comes, her beautiful face etched with a silent scream as her inner walls clench down on my fingers. Her passage was already tight, becoming almost painful around my fingers. I can’t imagine how good it’s going to feel around my cock. As she recovers, I know her body is ready to take me.
Slowly, I pull my fingers out of her heat and push her legs apart with my knee. I rub her arousal onto my cock as I line the head up with her entrance; her eyes flicker open to look at me in question, but she doesn’t push me away. I take a deep breath and push inside her, inch by inch. Her tight heat clamps down on me, and I feel her flinch around me.
“Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth. She feels impossibly good around me, but I don’t doubt this might hurt her. “Sorry, baby.”
I pause as she adjusts to my size, feeling each inch of my length disappear into her tight velvet channel. When I’m seated to the hilt, she looks up at me with tears in her eyes.
I lean down and kiss her tears away before looking back into her beautiful eyes. “You feel so fucking good,” I growl against her lips, pulling back slowly until just the head is still inside her before thrusting again. She gasps, arching into the mattress as I start a slow but hard rhythm. Her tight walls clench around me over and over, making me grunt with the effort it takes to hold back and not let my wolf lose control.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I watch her face contort in pleasure, and finally, I can’t hold back any longer. I plunge into her again and again, fucking her hard and deep until I feel the first wave of my orgasm hit me. She cries out beneath me, my body shaking with hers as I spill myself deep inside her.
I collapse beside her, panting hard as I try to catch my breath. Emily is still trembling beneath me, and I carefully pull out of her before rolling onto my side to wrap an arm around her waist. She tucks herself against me, her head resting on my chest. The room is silent, apart from our erratic breathing. I don’t know what to say. But one thing I do know—once will never be enough.
Chapter 10 - Emily
Stepping out of the shower, I can barely see two steps in front of me due to the steam that has enveloped me. I grab one of Tristen’s enormous towels and wrap myself in the fluffy warmth, enjoying the underfloor heating. Wiping the mirror, I can just about make out my reflection. The flush in my cheeks has only been emphasized by the heat of the shower, but it’s the sparkle in my eyes that’s undeniable.
Ever since that first night over a month ago, Tristen has made love to me every day. Including this morning. I never knew desire could feel so all-consuming, or addictive. It has been like a dam breaking; our pent-up passion is now channeled into our every encounter.
The moment he walks in the door, the way our eyes meet during pack meetings, in his office, in his truck…we are insatiable.
It’s thrilling in a way I never fully understood or thought possible. And I sense a change in him; he’s tender with me when we’re together. Thoughtful and caring as he wrings pleasure from my body day after day. But beyond those encounters, the wall remains resolute. Sure, there are cracks in his previously cold exterior, and the way his scent clings to me must signal to any shifter that our relationship has changed, but you wouldn’t necessarily know it if you watched us from a distance.
I know he’s drawn to me physically; that much is obvious. But he’s still happy to run from me, as demonstrated this morning, because he’d already left before I even got in the shower. It’s as though he doesn’t want to burst the bubble we find ourselves in by actually addressing what we’re doing.
Deep down, I know this can’t last. It’s only a matter of time before he pushes me away again. He has done nothing to make me think his overall opinion about witches has changed. In fact, his frustrations over how we’re working together only continue to grow. But I’ve also started to see a different side of him, a side I instinctively knew existed that night in the forest. I feel as drawn to him as ever, and I find myself unable to stay away. He makes me feel connected and alive.
But I have no idea how he feels about me.
I take a deep breath and head back to my room to find some clothes. I’m living in a strange in-between at the moment—sleeping in Tristen’s room, but keeping my belongings separate. I need to change before Ava and Sarah arrive. Ava’s already texted me twice, asking if I’m okay. She knows some of the details about the change in Tristen’s behavior from his brother Callum. Plus, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to sense the tension between us.
Having never had close friends in my coven, I find it difficult to open up to others about what’s going on in my life. Though if anyone could possibly understand, it’s probably Ava after everything she went through with Callum—being rejected and then finding their way back together. I’m not sure I have it in me to lay bare the entire story, though. Some things are best left alone, especially as Ava is Callum’s mate and Tristen’s sister-in-law.
