Chapter 8: Alexis & Drake – Part 2

ALEXIS

She wanted to pound her fists into him. She wanted to claw her fingers into his eyes, needing him to feel what she’d been feeling for the last several hours. But she couldn’t make herself do it.

Something warm, soft, and unbearably heavy seemed to press down upon her chest. Instead, she cried. The tears wouldn’t stop coming as she pressed her face into his shoulder and bit into his shirt.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, holding her tightly against his chest. His strong, warm arms wrapped around her shuddering body.

Alexis clawed her fingers into his muscular sides. She wanted to dig them in deep. She bit further into his shirt, as though she could consume him.

She glanced up into his tired yellow eyes, then grabbed his face and pulled it to hers. His mouth was incredibly soft, wet, warm, and wonderful. It was the most amazing thing she’d ever felt.

She alternated between dry pecks and passionate kisses, sucking at his lower lip and nibbling at his top one. She did anything and everything that ensured she covered his whole mouth.

Every time he responded, it sent a jolt between her hip bones. It sent a spark up her spine. He tightened his arms around her as he kissed her back, his light stubble grazing her skin, his tongue sweeping against hers.

Breathless, Alexis pulled back, her heart hammering away. Overcome by a sudden rush of anger, she shoved him.

“How could you do that? How could you just leave me like this?”

“I had to.”

He tried to grab her arm, but she pulled it away.

“I’m starting to wonder.” She took a breath and wiped her mouth. “How can I not? Do you even like me as much as I like you? I couldn’t do what you did. Not for ~anything~.”

Drake frowned. “Yes, you could. You underestimate yourself.”

“No, I don’t think I do.”

“I want you just as much,” he said, holding out his big, broad hands. “I ~need~ you just as much. ~More~.”

“~More~. Ha!” Alexis looked into his pleading yellow eyes, then away again. “You’re right. You’ve trapped me. You’ve trapped me in an unequal relationship where you have all the power and I have none. This isn’t about bonding. This is about control.”

“Nonsense!”

Alexis jerked back at the startling rage in his voice. At the startling zap of rage she seemed to feel right through the air. Right through their ~bond~.

“Nonsense!” He turned his head, started yelling at himself in Zibon, too quickly, and used words she couldn’t understand; words she probably didn’t ~want~ to understand. His face turned red. His hands were shaking. “…after all I’ve been through tonight…” He shook his head, then lifted his face toward the ceiling. His eyes were shining.

The room turned quiet as he tried to control himself. Alexis stood in the middle of the floor, hands fisted at her sides, prepared. He was angry—and angry men were dangerous.

He dropped his face again, yellow eyes narrowed as they glared at Alexis.

“You want me to prove it to you?”

Alexis lifted her chin. “I want to ~believe~ you.”

He licked his lips. The tendons were bulging in his neck. He looked bigger, his shirt smaller. His hands were relaxed and open at his sides, but they were laced with swollen veins. His fingers trembled as he raked them through his short white hair.

He started to pace, mumbling to himself, his body stiff, his shoulders tense. Then he stopped and turned to face her.

Alexis’s heart jumped in her chest. His eyes were wild.

Then he was storming toward her, taking long, powerful strides as he crossed the small room. The back of Alexis’s legs bumped against the bed as she raised her fists. She punched out, but with surprising speed he simply stepped to the side and seized her wrist, then her other wrist.

And then he was bending her onto the bed, kissing her. Kissing her furiously. Alexis tried to keep up, but he was desperate and furious, his yellow eyes blazing like golden slits between his eyelids.

He pinned her wrists to the bed as he sucked at her neck. Alexis cried out, squirming beneath his grip as he moved down her throat toward her breasts.

Then he was sucking them too. Like the kissing, he was savage. Alexis closed her eyes with a gasp as he ravaged them. Releasing her wrists, he seized onto her shoulders so he could lean in more deeply and suck them into his mouth more completely.

Alexis arched her chest as she grabbed onto his head and pulled him close, encouraging him to keep going. It was happening. It was really happening. Stage 2 of the bond. She couldn’t wait. There would be no sucking this time; she would have him in her. He was going to be inside her!

His eyes glared into hers as Alexis rested back upon the bed, her breasts slick with his saliva. The blood was humming in her nipples. It was humming in her pelvis.

He stood, and Alexis spread her thighs, wanting him to see her. Wanting him to know how much she needed him. He stared at her gaping sex, his cheeks flushed, his hands fisted. He was gasping for breath, his big shoulders rising and falling with ever more desperation.

Alexis spread her thighs wider. She reached down to touch herself, enticing him.

His eyes turned dark. His breath caught. Then he was taking off his shirt, dragging down his pants, and kicking off his shoes. She barely had time to feel uncertainty at the sheer hugeness of his erection before he was upon her. She could feel it, though. She could feel it banging against her inner thighs like a trunk as he crawled over her.

He was pinning her wrists again. Alexis braced herself, pushing up her pelvis, opening her thighs wider as his penis sought her out. And it was seeking—it felt like it was moving!

“What… What…” she gasped.

He pressed his mouth against hers as he slid into her. Alexis arched her back, pushing her pelvis up higher as she felt her insides strain against his size.

Alexis ripped her lips away. “Stop!” she gasped. “Wait.”

He paused, panting, his lips swollen, his eyes so dark they were almost orange.

“Give me a moment,” she said. She closed her eyes.

“Sorry,” he gasped.

Alexis snapped open her eyes as he tried to pull away. She felt the pressure ease as he slid back his immense shaft.

“No! Stay!” she cried. She grabbed the back of his neck. He was almost out of her now—and somehow it hurt more. Right in the chest.

Alexis winced. “It hurts worse. Just slow. Go slow.” She was breathless. Her heart was skipping beats.

Pressing his forehead against hers, he looked deeply into her eyes as he pushed inside her. Alexis stared back, focusing, allowing herself to relax. ~He will not hurt me. He will not hurt me.~

And she could see the truth of it in the worried crease between his remarkable eyes. Even amid his sexual desperation—he cared. It was something new. Something unexpected and impossible.

“More,” she gasped. “Further.”

He did so. Alexis winced at a sharp pinch deep inside, but then it disappeared. Slowly, he kept pushing, his panting breaths warm against her neck.

Then he was inside her completely. Alexis relaxed.

“Do it,” she said.

She grabbed onto his ass, digging her nails into his hard muscle as he thrust, directing him how she wanted it. How fast and hard. He understood.

She’d never had an orgasm with a man before. No man had ever listened to what she’d wanted. But she could feel the beginnings of one now.

At every back-and-forth thrust, she could feel the pleasurable burning in her slit. She could feel the pressure building in her hips. It was going to happen!

She arched her neck. She thrust up her hips, then wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrust ever more quickly. Alexis felt the pleasure rise up her guts, up her throat.

Closing her eyes, she gave a gurgling cry. Drake shuddered against her, pressing his face into her throat as she felt him spasm inside her. Then the warm gush followed. That wonderful warmth that meant they were bonded even closer.

Alexis moaned as he slumped on top of her, breathless and sweating. He took a moment to catch his breath before he kissed her softly on the mouth.

Then he was kissing her all over the face. Alexis chuckled, then squirmed with a shriek as he began sucking hard on her neck.

“Drake!” she cried.

“Alexis!” he laughed back.

Playfully, she pushed him back. His erection slid out of her as he rolled onto the bed beside her.

Alexis straddled his hips as he lay beneath her, smiling up at her, his cheeks pink. Alexis looked down between their bodies as she sat on his pelvis. His dick was still swollen and hard.

She touched it, stroking it with the backs of her fingers. Then she probed between her legs, pulling away a sticky web of his cum. She gazed at it in amazement.

It was certainly different. Translucent and yet colorful, changing hues depending on the angle of the light. It was almost beautiful.

“Unbelievable,” she said.

“You’re unbelievable,” he said, reaching over to squeeze her hip.

His eyes were shining. Alexis cocked her head at a sudden twist in her chest, which quickly released into a swell of warmth that seemed to make her float on the inside.

She grunted, then blinked rapidly as her eyes prickled.

“Sorry,” he said.

“What was that?”

“It is our bond. It’s tightening.”

“It’s scary.”

“Yes.”

She looked again down at his cum. Briefly, she wondered if she’d done the right thing. Briefly, she pondered the possibility of refusing the next stage. ~Briefly~.

A sharp stab in her pelvis abruptly made her stop pondering. An immense pressure pushed down upon her chest. Her throat ached. Her eyes burned.

“Stop that,” Drake hissed, tightening his grip on her hip.

Alexis glanced into his yellow eyes as her own eyes continued to burn. Without thinking, almost as though it were instinct, she popped her fingers into her mouth and sucked away his cum.

When she next looked into his yellow eyes, heat seemed to pour into her heart. A muscle in her chest kept spasming.

“Get back inside me,” she demanded. Her hand was shaking as she grabbed onto his erection. “Now.” Tears gushed from her eyes. She could see them sprinkling upon his belly.

Alexis could hardly see, the room a blur, her heart pounding in her ears, as she raised her hips. She hardly understood that there was something peculiar about his penis—that it was moving itself into position—that it wasn’t normal.

It didn’t matter. Nothing about this was normal. And that didn’t matter either. It didn’t matter that she might not see her sister or mother or nieces and nephew again. It mattered even less that she wouldn’t see her friends again.

Yesterday didn’t matter. Tomorrow didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but Drake and the right now.

There was nothing else.

He entered her much more easily this time. Not that it mattered. It could have hurt like hell—and it wouldn’t have mattered.

~Nothing~ mattered.

“Just be inside me,” she whispered, clawing her fingers into his shoulders.