Page 182 of The Broken Aztec Princesses

“Well...” Speechless, Martha huffed and left, stomping down the hallway.

“Wow, Vi. I didn’t know you could be that petty. Using the ‘I’m the little sister to the alpha’ thing to get what you wanted. I love it.” Bells grinned. “We’ll be back later.”

Bells left and before I could do much else, Chris swept me into his arms. I grabbed the plate with a few sandwiches, and he hurried up the stairs.

“You’re so hot when you’re angry,” he panted, as he put me down by the bed. He took the plate I was still holding and placed it on top of the dresser before pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard. Before I could wrap my arms around him, he pulled back and corrected, “When you’re angry at someone else.”

I giggled and pulled his shirt over his head. I loved the feel of his chest hair against my skin as I leaned in and kissed one of his pecks. When I felt the muscle flex underneath my lips, I began placing kisses everywhere on his torso, finally closing my lips around his nipple, and making him groan.

We’d been working on my triggers, but every time I panicked, it took me a few tries to convince him to try again. He kept sayinghe didn’t want to push so quickly after one of my freak outs, but I was trying to do some exposure therapy here. That meant lots of kisses, lots of touching, lots of everything. I wasn’t complaining, even though some days I felt very emotionally tired by the time we were done.

Over the last week, I’d gotten more comfortable getting naked and giving each other pleasure. I just needed that last bit. The biggest bit and after all the bold moves I made today, I felt like today was going to be my day.

Chris pulled my shirt off, and the way his hungry eyes devoured my chest was making me wet. His hands tenderly held my breasts as I removed my bra and had me letting out a little whimper of need. He’d been getting good at figuring out my whimpers, too. Which ones were due to me getting scared so he could back off, and which ones were filled with need, encouraging him to keep going.

The moment he heard my whimper, he picked me up by the waist until my breast was eye level with him and took one needy globe into his mouth. He lowered us down to the bed and crawled on top of me, kissing me on the lips again.

“Don’t stop,” I panted as he rubbed his hard-on against my leg, and kissed down my neck.

After coming several times by his fingers, I wanted the real deal. I wanted him. All of him. But, I was scared and it kept getting in the way. He kissed down my body until he got to the waistband of my jeans. At a nod from me, he unbuttoned and lowered my jeans after I raised my body a little so he could shimmy them down easily. He stood quickly and removed his jeans, his boxer briefs straining from the erection pressing against it, begging to be freed.

I licked my lips. Chris let me explore his body the other day, and I couldn’t wait to do it again. The feminine power I felt whenever I could make him moan, curse or whisper my name,as if he was praying to me, was something I never knew I had. I loved making him feel good after all the orgasms he’d given me without asking for anything in return, and I wanted to do it over and over for him.

He crawled back into bed, nestling himself between my legs, his head above the only piece of cloth left on my body.

“Still good?” he asked, looking as if his life was hanging in the balance waiting for my answer.

“So good. I want this,” I assured him.

He inhaled deeply, groaning as if it pained him to smell my arousal so close to his nose. His eyes closed, and he rested his head on my hip, giving it a small kiss. After a few moments, where it felt like he was trying to calm himself, he hooked his fingers on the waistband of my panties and lowered them slowly, watching my reaction like a hawk. My heart was running a mile a minute as he looked at me in silence once they were off.

He said nothing as he looked from my face down to my breasts, my stomach and all the way down to my core. Chris crawled back a bit and my heart sank for a moment until he picked up my foot and kissed the top of my foot.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered reverently, as he continued to kiss each toe on one foot and then the other. He left a trail of little kisses all the way up to my mouth, where he kissed me deeply as he pressed his body against mine. His heat was searing into my skin, and I moaned as I felt his still-clothed erection against my thigh.

When we came back up for air, he kissed all the way down my body to my core once more. He paused there, looking up at my face before he opened my folds gently with one hand, and kissed my already sensitive clit.

“Oh,” I exhaled lowly as his lips surrounded the little bud, his tongue flicking it slowly. My head fell back, and I surrendered to the sensations he was making me feel.

It felt like time was pausing just for us. He took his time, using his tongue and lips to bring me pleasure, slowly picking up speed. His eyes never left my face, I could feel him watching my reactions to everything he did. Any time he sped up, any time he added something new. It felt like an eternity, and only seconds at the same time, before my body fell over the crest of an orgasm. He growled lowly as my release started spilling from my core, and I felt the tentative way his tongue brushed against the entrance, trying to taste without breaching the one part of my body I hadn’t been able to bear to have touched.

“Do you want to keep going, Little Warrior?” he asked, his voice strangled with restraint.

“Goddess, yes,” I answered.

His lips went back to work on my clit, but I tensed when I felt his finger start circling my core. I tried to relax, to focus on the pleasure his mouth was bringing me, but when I felt one of his fingers press against the opening, I snapped.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait. Please wait,” I started sobbing.

Frustration, anger and fear flushed every good feeling from my body. His fingers and mouth disappeared from my center, and then he was gathering me in his arms. I buried my head in his chest and cried.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. Violet, look at me,” he ordered. His fingers were combing through my hair and his other hand was rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. “Violet, please look at me,” he begged.

“It’s not fair,” I cried. “It’s not fair that I’m so scared.”

“Nothing about what happened to you was fair, baby. Please look at me,” he requested. I sniffled and looked up at him. “I love you. We don’t have to do anything that makes you uncomfortable or afraid. I’m not going anywhere. We told your parents. We told mine. We told our alpha. We’re happening,Little Warrior. You take all the time you need because we have the rest of our life.”

“But I want this,” I replied stubbornly even after his words lifted my spirit to the heavens. “I want you. I-I’m just scared it—” I stopped, closing my eyes and resting my head on his chest. “I-I’m scared it will hurt,” I admitted. “I knew the first time was going to hurt, but it—” I swallowed, forcing myself to talk about it, because it would be the only way I could explain what was holding me back.

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