Page 21 of Bound to Four Alphas

Chapter 10 - Selena

She looked up at him in wonder, any trace of fear gone, replaced with a tidal wave of emotion that had a few tears falling from her lashes. He caught them, wiping them from her face, before lowering his lips to hers.

Squeaking in shock, she made to pull away, but the moment his lips touched her, she melted into him with a sigh, every muscle in her body relaxing. She didn’t know if it was some magic of his, she didn’t particularly care, all she could focus on was the gentle movement of his lips over hers.

The deep vibrations from his chest became louder, sending a surprising jolt of arousal straight to her core. She keened, curling closer into Malek as the alpha cradled her to him. He paused at the needy sound from her mouth, his movements stilling, before a sonorous growl ripped out of him and he clutched her tighter, nudging her lips open with his tongue.

As soon as she yielded, opening her mouth under his assault, his tongue filled her, curling around hers in aggressive strokes that only served to intensify the throbbing ache between her thighs. Never had she expected a kiss to hold such toe-curling pleasure, andneverhad she thought it would come from one such as Malek.

His hands were gripping tighter now, the sharp tips of his claws pricking her skin, and she gasped at the slight pain. Immediately, he withdrew, looking down with something close to horror at his own hands, and she was immediately compelled to comfort him.

“It’s alright.” She took his hands in her own, drawing them into her chest. “You didn’t hurt me.”

He swallowed thickly, his dark eyes roving over her face. Without a word, he abruptly stood, turning from her to face the altar. He needed no knife to open his palm; instead, he drew a claw over his skin, and just like Elian splattered his blood over the skull.

“I am her servant. Until the end of time. Forest God, I pledge myself to her.”

He drank from a goblet, and with one more pained look towards her, he melted away into shadow and left her once more alone.

The same tears that had welled at his entrance now threatened to fall at him leaving. Her fear, once so potent and all-consuming, had been destroyed with a single kiss, leaving only burning desire in its wake. Surely, he could smell it, sense it, but still, he had looked so horrified at the thought of hurting her. Perhaps he had to fight against his very nature in order to be close to her.

She was tempted to call out for him, beg him to come back so that she could reassure him, but Ronan’s huge form filled the door, and all coherent thoughts left her.

His smell. His eyes. The sheersizeof him.

His frenzied eyes met hers and he was on her, not a word spoken. She groaned as he shoved her back into the cushions, pinning both wrists above her head as he scented her neck with a series of wicked growls.

Perhaps such an animalistic display of lust, such lack of control, should have scared her. But a fresh wave of slick poured out of her, and she threw her legs around his thick torso, thrusting upwards seeking any kind of friction against her aching flesh. Ronan grunted in surprise at the action, pulling back so that she could see his glowing yellow eyes. Then, a feralgrin curved over his mouth, and he slammed his hips down, the rock-hard bulge hidden in his trousers making contact with her mound.

A keening wail escaped her lips, and she rubbed herself against the thick length of him, struggling against his hold, desperate to pull him closer. All those days spent in his arms, indignant at him sniffing at her, desperately trying to shove away any hint of attraction. It had all been swept away with the tidal force of her heat.

All she knew was that he was strong. So unbelievably strong. He would keep her safe, tear apart any who threatened her. And in the haze of her lust, she would let him.

With a grunt, he sat up, shredding the silk fabric of her robe from her body with a single swipe of his claws, leaving her utterly bare for his perusal. She didn’t care. Not when there was such clear hunger in his eyes as he drank her in like a man dying of thirst.

“By the Gods,” he said, his free hand tracing a line down between her breasts and over the soft swell of her stomach, “you look good enough to eat, sweetness.”

She mewled at the words, thrusting her hips upwards, and his gaze darkened. Without warning, his mouth dropped to the tightened bud of her nipple, laving it with his tongue. Squealing, she bucked up again, and the hand that was on her stomach traveled lower.

The sensation was almost too much to bear. He took her nipple between his teeth and pulled, the sharp pleasure-pain rocketing through her. At the same time, his hand roughly pushed her thigh to one side, exposing her center entirely to his wandering fingers.

Sucking in a breath, she tried to control the shake of her muscles at the raw anticipation as he trailed his fingertips further up the inside of her thigh. It seemed that in this state, Ronan was not a male of many words, lifting his head not to speak to her but instead to bury his nose in her neck, sniffing and scraping his teeth over her skin.

“Please,” she begged, trying to wriggle her hips so that his damned hand would justtouch her there—

He grunted, using the sheer bulk of his body to pin her down, his bite hardening slightly in warning. Against her will her muscles froze at the invisible command from the alpha, obeying his silent order to be still. Instead, a slew of whimpers and whines escaped her.

With a dark chuckle, his fingersfinallybrushed against her soaked folds, and she nearly fell apart. With expert precision, he swiped one thick finger through her and rubbed against the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

She moaned in pleasure, unable to stop herself from writhing beneath him as he began to speed up, dipping his finger into her sex to collect more slick to rub against that delicious spot.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, and he seemed to have no issues at all obliging her.

Dropping his lips once more to one engorged nipple, he doubled his efforts until tears were rolling down her face, moans spilling from her lips.

And then,finally,that coil that had been tightening in her, desperate and aching, snapped.

She screamed as the world shattered around her, wave after wave of delicious pleasure rocking through her until all she knew was the never-ending bliss of orgasm.

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