ALEXANDER
He was on the brink of death.
It would be a peaceful, satisfying death, but death nonetheless.
Each time he plunged into her, his body tensed up. His hold on her hips was so firm, he was certain sheâd bear the imprints of his fingers when they were done. But she wasnât protesting.
Far from it, actually. Her face was buried in a pillow on the floor, her backside raised, her back curved as he drove into her.
The sound of their bodies colliding, combined with their heavy breathing, echoed in the confined space of the closet. ~That damn closet~. He spent more time in there than anywhere else.
His body was sore, his mind was foggy, but he couldnât resist, and neither could she.
He traced his hand down her spine, feeling her damp skin.
No matter how often it happened, they both dove in without hesitation.
He knew they needed to address this. The thought lingered in the back of his mind, but it wasnât a pressing concern right now.
Which was another issue altogether. How the hell were they supposed to resolve this if they couldnât concentrate long enough to figure it out?
Her eyes fluttered, and he stifled a groan.
How much longer could they keep this up?
How much longer until they couldnât go on?
She felt slimmer under his touch. It wasnât a good sign. It made him feel like he was failing to take care of her, and it stirred a pang in his heart.
They needed to find a way to pace themselves, to give her a break so she could recover her strength.
He wanted to think, he wanted to find a solution butâ¦
She was wet around him, slick, drawing him in and numbing his thoughts.
He didnât want to think. He wanted to experience more of her.
He draped his body over hers, her back against his chest, as he quickened his rhythm.
She moaned his name, her toes curling into the blankets and he nipped at her shoulder.
He had already marked her, made his claim, but sometimes, the urge to bite her again was overpowering.
Alexander had always taken pride in his self-control.
But the more this continued, the more he felt himself sliding down a slippery slope. Each time her warmth enveloped him, his instincts took over, leaving him powerless to resist.
The more out of control he felt, the less he wanted to restrain himself. Doing whatever he wanted, taking whatever he desired⦠No restrictions, no boundaries.
He didnât do that.
But thisâit made it ~so enticing, so tempting~.
He could lose himself in this.
He shouldnât.
~No way~.
His fingers dug into her hips. His thrusts quickened as he tried to ground himself in the present. ~Focus on Olivia, just Olivia~.
She leaned her head back, resting it on his shoulder. He was used to people following his orders, admiring him, obeying him, but it was different when it came from her.
Everything was different when it came from Olivia.
âSay my name.â
âA-Alex.â
âAgain.â
â~Ahh, Aaah. Alex.~â
He was being roughâperhaps too roughâbut she didnât seem to mind.
He watched as her eyes rolled back, beads of sweat trickling down her face. She bit her lower lip, and he groaned. He wanted her lips. He wanted all of her.
Alexander pulled out of her, hearing her whimper in protest. But it didnât last long. He turned himself around, leaning against the nearby wall for support, and he flipped her so that she was straddling him.
He didnât get a chance to position her himself. She was already lowering herself onto his throbbing member. He grunted, watching the pleasure that washed over her face as she took him in.
Her hips were moving, her motions deep and fast as he reached to grip her hips. He used his hold on her to control the pace, and she let him.
She was dripping, her juices coating not only her thighs but his, as she threw her head back, moaning loudly. Everyone could hear. And he didnât give a damn. They were mostly used to it by now.
Once again, no one had dared to interrupt them.
His pack had enough control to keep their distance. Although, his twitching ears could easily tell him that they werenât completely unaffected by it.
The sexual tension within the pack was palpable.
âAlex, ~please~.â
He didnât want to smirk smugly, but he couldnât help it. She was at his mercy. Completely and utterly.
âPlease what?â
Alexanderâs hand trailed up her back, his fingertips lightly grazing her skin, until he reached her head. He cradled it, his fingers entwining with her dark, silky hair, and gave a gentle tug.
It was just enough to guide her head in the direction he wanted.
âWhat do you want?â he murmured, his lips tantalizingly close to her neck. He dared to extend his tongue, tasting the salty skin she had bared to him.
âI-I needâ¦â
âWhat do you need, Livy?â
He claimed her completely, every part of her was his.
She tightened around him, her inner muscles gripping his cock, causing him to shudder. He was on the brink. She was too.
âWhat do you need?â he repeated, his voice more insistent.
His voice sent a shiver down her spine. âYou.â
âMine,â he growled in response, and she nodded almost immediately.
Her nails dug into his skin, leaving behind red marks that would linger for days. ~Perfect~.
As much as he loved asserting his claim over her, he equally enjoyed when she did the same. She moved on him, cries of pleasure escaping her lips.
There was a strange warmth, a pulsating sensation.
He craved more, he wanted to go deeper, faster. He used his hold on her to shift her, to alter the angle, but he wasnât sure ~what~ he was seeking.
His body seemed to know.
His mind was a blank canvas.
She welcomed the changes, the different angles, pressing her damp forehead to his. Her lips parted, panting, her eyes tightly shut. Her toes scraped the sheets beneath them, curling, her feet contorted.
Almost there, almost there. He could bring her to the edge. ~He needed more~. His chest heaved against her soft breasts, his mind in a whirl.
~He was pursuing something but he didnât know what it was~.
He licked his lips, tilting his head back to meet her lips with his. He tasted her, his tongue exploring her mouth. She melted into him, allowing him to take control, to lead.
Her tongue danced with his, and she moaned.
His hands tightened, perhaps too much, and he felt ~it~. There, as she unraveled in his arms, her face pulling away from his lips to bury it in his chest.
It was like a detonation within him. Blood rushed downward, and his cock, buried deep inside her, pulsed. He felt the tip of his cock nudging her cervix, seeking entry. ~Wait~.
A delicious pain formed, and he felt it. ~A fucking knot~.
It swelled, binding them together, as his climax surged out of him. As his hips continued to thrust involuntarily, he kept pulling.
He couldnât break free, and she couldnât leave.
Every time he pulled, her moans grew louder, the echoes of her orgasm lingering.
They were fused together.
He hadnât considered itâ~a knot~.
It had never even entered his mind.
The more he pulled, the more he felt his control slipping away. He had just spilled himself inside her, yet he felt an overwhelming desire to do it again.
It seemed unlikely, but as she gently bit her lip, he groaned into her hair. ~It happened again~; a searing heat filling her to the brim.
Despite the knot, it seeped out, too much to be contained.
Her mouth was open, her breath hot against his skin. He stroked her back, whispering soothing words.
She was clenching around his knot, the sensation sending a shiver through her body. She trembled on him, gasping for breath. For a moment, he forgot there was any other way.
It was like he had finally discovered the high he didnât know he was chasing.
And once wasnât enough.
It didnât make sense. But he didnât care. Not now. Not when his mind was consumed by nothing but her.
She was his everything; the air he breathed, the only thing he could touch⦠He was intoxicated by her and her body.
He ignored the tightness, the pull that prevented him from making long, slow thrusts; shallow ones were enough.
He took control as her orgasm left her limp, and he lifted her up and down, savoring the new sensations the knotting brought them both.
He never wanted to leave.