Page 87 of Alpha Chained

“There is?” I ask coyly.

“Mm-hmmm…” His lips are on mine again, and God, I could do this all day. “We need to seal this union, Raura,” he says against my mouth.

“But we just—” I stop short and gasp as he trails kisses along my jawline down my throat and then stops at the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. Gooseflesh shudders over me as his teeth graze my skin.

“Ohhh…” I sigh out, then gasp again as he bends slightly and scoops me up against him. Long strides eat up the short distance to my – our – bedroom, where he sets me down beside the bed.

“I need to see my mark here.” He strokes my throat. I swallow hard, nodding. It’s the next logical step, and I’ve been waiting for the moment, needing it.

“Yes,” I say hoarsely.

“You are beautiful.” His eyes are stormy as they rake over me, making my pulse hitched. “But you’re going to look even better when you’re marked as mine.” Before I can react, his hands are on my shoulders, quickly and expertly untying the straps that hold my dress up. It’s a frothy concoction of lace and floral chiffon that slides off me and pools at my feet, revealing my bare skin beneath, naked aside from a scrap of lace that passes as panties.

A shiver runs down my body, and his eyes flash dangerously as he takes in my reaction.

“God. Look at you,” he murmurs, stepping closer. His voice is deep and raw, every word a caress. His big hands come to my hips, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touches me.

I inhale sharply as he lowers his head and trails kisses down my throat, biting and sucking at the spot he touched earlier. My fingers stroke over his hair, pulling him closer. The moan that leaves my lips is a wanton sound that breaks free from deep within.

“That’s right, gorgeous… Let me hear it.” He nips at my ear, sending sparks scattering down my spine. “Tell me how much you want me.”

I gaze up at Riot, feeling the heat building between us. “I never thought I wanted a mate,” I confess breathlessly. “Not until the day I saw you.”

His eyes blaze into mine as he strokes a hand down my body possessively, palm caressing my naked curves. “I felt the same way, gorgeous. The moment our eyes met, it was like…I was yours.”

I shiver at the raw desire in his voice. My hands roam over the firm planes of his chest as I continue. “I’ve wanted you since then. Every moment. You’ve been all I could think of.” I trace the ridges of his abdomen, feeling the muscles tense beneath my fingertips.

Riot’s breath catches, his eyes darkening. His hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against him. Heat pools between my thighs as I feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing into me.

“You’re everything to me, Riot. My mate, my love, my life,” I whisper feverishly.

A low growl rumbles from his chest as he claims my lips in a toe-curling kiss. Our tongues duel frantically as my nails rake down his back. He walks me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed. I sit down abruptly, leaning back on my palms and gazing up at him, lips parted.

He stands at my knees, tall and powerful, raw energy shimmering from him. It makes my thighs clench together. They clench tighter when he unbuttons his shirt and lets it drop from his shoulders.

My God…just look at him!

“You have no idea how much I want you.” His voice is husky as his eyes roam over me, devouring me as if he’s starving. My breath hitches as his fingers curl into the waistband of his jeans and slowly tug downward, revealing inches of skin, the tight flex of his abdomen. A hollow ache deep within me reverberates as he continues his slow, torturous movement.

“I’ve dreamed of this,” he murmurs, sliding the jeans over his hips. As he leans forward to remove them, his mouth presses to my neck, just below my earlobe. Then he straightens, allowing me a view of his sculpted belly and the patch of coarse hair that runs in a line from his navel downward.

I pull in a jagged breath, waiting as he drops his pants down his legs. Finally, his jeans join my discarded dress on the floor, followed shortly by his boxers, and he stands there, gloriously naked. I lick my lips.

He’s freaking magnificent!

My eyes shamelessly scan him from his broad shoulders to the hard lines of his chest down to the tightly defined muscles of his stomach and powerful thighs, where the thick length of his cock juts out proudly.

I bite my lip as I remember those thighs bracketing me, moving in a steady cadence. My core clenches at the memory of grinding down on that cock. I slide my hands over his hips, needing to touch him, to assure myself that he’s really here. Really mine.

Putting his hands over mine, he slows my movements. “I want to touch you,” he says, keeping his eyes on mine. I nod slowly.

His hands move to my hips, thumbs hooking beneath the elastic of my underwear and slowly dragging them downward. My breath hitches as the cool air touches my heated skin, and my thighs part in invitation. Wherever he touches me, my skin tingles.

“You’re so sensitive.” His fingers trail light, teasing patterns over my bare flesh, arousal slamming into me as he strokes between my legs, coating his fingers with my moisture. “So hot and wet for me.”

I can’t answer, only moan as he explores, teasing me until I’m writhing against him, desperate for more. Needing more. I buck my hips instinctively, silently pleading for him to take me, to fill me with his thick, hard length.

“Soon,” he promises, chuckling deep in his throat and sending vibrations through me. “I want you so much, Raura,” he says hoarsely, his fingers gliding through the curls over my mound and circling my clit.

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