Page 39 of The Alpha's Mystery

CHAPTER 27

NATALIE

I giggle, giddy with excitement as he strokes a hand over the curve of my backside soothing the sting.

Hard and soft. This man can do it all.

He throws me down onto the mattress and looms over me, his trousers low and loose around his hips. Our eyes lock and something clicks into place.

This is it. He’s the one.

Wasting no time, he kicks off his shoes and socks. Resting one knee on the bed, he strokes through my glistening folds and smiles when I impatiently stretch up to tug at the hem of his t-shirt.

“Hands and knees,” he orders, reaching behind his shoulders and yanking his top off in one go. Dazed from the orgasm and the sight of his firm, sculpted chest and abs, I barely hear what he says. When I don’t comply, his gaze snaps to mine. “Now, Natalie.”

A switch flicks inside me, and my bear, usually defiant to the last, the same one who refused to back down in the bar, submits without question. I scramble onto my front in an instant, facing the headboard, rocking back and forth, my fingers digging into the mattress as I practically pant with anticipation.

“Fuck, yes,” Chase murmurs, strong hands running down my back. “So gorgeous.” One finger presses into me but disappears again just as quickly. I make a needy noise I’ve never heard from my mouth before and probably should be embarrassed about. There’s no time to think about anything though, as his hot mouth closes around me, and he licks and sucks me until I’m a quivering mess.

“Fuck!” I cry out as my arms give way and I drop to my elbows, my forehead pressed to the mattress.

“Chase, please. I need you inside me when I come.” My nails claw at the sheets as I fight off my orgasm, desperate to have him buried deep within me. My bear demands it.

With a tortured growl, he pulls his mouth away from my pussy, nipping my ass with his teeth, and leans over me, covering me from behind with his big body. The thick head of his cock nudges at my entrance but he remains still, his hot breath scorching the back of my neck.

I cry out, attempting to push back onto him, needing to feel that stretch and that burn.

“There’s no going back, Natalie. Do you hear me?” With a fistful of my hair, he tugs my head up, arching my back almost painfully so my neck is open and exposed. My bear has never let me be in a position as vulnerable as this, but she’s practically swooning for this man. “This is no fling.”

He doesn’t understand just how on board with that I am. When I nod as much as his commanding grip allows, his teeth score my delicate skin and the shock makes me tense, but then just as suddenly, my focus switches as he pushes inside me, slow but powerful.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groans as he continues to drive in, stretching me wide around him. I gasp, not just at the pleasure of his hardness dragging along every nerve ending inside me, setting off fireworks over every inch he touches, but also at what is going on inside me. His teeth didn’t break the skin but instead of feeling relieved, my bear feels disappointed.

What the hell?

My mind starts to spin out of control as Chase uses his hold on my long hair to angle my face toward him. His fiery eyes lock onto mine, as he slams into me, rocking me forward on the bed with each hard thrust. “When I’m buried deep inside you, you worry about nothing else except what we’re doing right here, right now.”

Nodding, more than happy to be distracted by the ecstasy he’s wringing from my overheated body, I purr when he presses his lips to mine in a tender kiss. Loosening his hold, he lets my head fall back to the mattress. Hard and soft. Firm but gentle. I love it.

Everything is a blur of sweaty bodies, the delicious masculine scent that is Chase, and his overwhelming dominant aura as he takes charge, takes what he wants – my absolute surrender. He moves me where he wants me, shoving one leg forward more so he can drive deeper and hit a new spot that has me screaming his name.

He can have it all, because the sensations he’s wringing out of my unsuspecting body are mind-blowing. I decide I’ve never had sex before now, not really, and certainly not like this. I thought I had, but this is next level. I’m officially taking back my v-card and handing it over to Chase Walker. Everything else was a mere tumble in the hay. This is something else entirely.

When he dips down to press his chest to my back, one elbow resting beside mine, his size over me makes me feel protected and safe. He kisses the back of my neck as his fingers find my clit, rubbing slow, steady circles, completely frying my brain. I squirm, trying to get away from the pressure building inside me, but his weight keeps me in place. He shushes me, wrapping an arm around my neck in a loose headlock, his breath on my ear calming me as he continues to push my body higher.

All the while, he thrusts into me. They’re hard, sometimes brutal, completely at odds with the tender caresses to my clit and it’s the perfect combination. When a deep rumble sounds in his chest, vibrating through his body into mine, lips dancing over my heated skin, I’m done for. The build-up is so intense, I’m afraid of what’s to come.

“I’ve got you. Let it go.”

And so, I do. Breathing out and relaxing, a wave of heat crashes over me. Warmth spreads to my fingers and toes as my pussy clenches, pulsing around his hard shaft as I come in dramatic waves. It’s not one orgasm but multiple, a never-ending tide that has me dizzy and overwrought. Chase growls in primal satisfaction, his thrusts speeding up, wild and frenzied. With a final drive deep inside me, he grunts when his own climax hits. Cock twitching inside me with each spurt of cum he shoots against my walls, coating me with his seed. His fingers dig into my hips and more of his weight falls onto my back.

“Woah…” The word is stolen from my lips by his possessive kiss, a tender but strong reconnection after the intense experience we just shared. This was big for both of us. Chase slips from my body with a final kiss to my lower back, and my legs give way beneath me. Chuckling, he rolls to the side, pulling me against his big body and nuzzling my hair.

“Natalie,” he whispers, nudging my hair away from my neck so he can pepper the skin there with kisses. A big hand rests on my stomach, splayed wide and keeping me tight to him, his thumb stroking back and forth over my soft skin. “That was something else.”

His voice already sounds drowsy. I’m struggling to keep my eyes open as I stare down at his arm, holding me close even as he drifts toward sleep.

We were spitting fire at each other less than an hour ago. How did this happen? And why does it feel so right?

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