Page 24 of The Alpha Under My Bed

I let her set the pace, my hands grasping her hips, holding her steady as my tongue worked her clit. Her thighs trembled, her muscles clenching as she chased her peak, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

She was close.

I could feel it in the way her body tensed, in the erratic pulse of her cunt against my mouth.

“Mal,” she gasped, the name slipping from her lips—a jolt of electricity straight to my cock.

She didn’t know it was me. Not really. To her, I was just a shadow—an alpha who existed only to satisfy the hunger she couldn’t understand, the need she couldn’t deny.

And I was more than ready to remind her exactly why.

I pushed a finger inside her, then another, stretching her open, feeling the tight, wet clasp of her body as I curled them just right. Slow, deliberate strokes—teasing, coaxing, building.

That was all it took.

A shudder ripped through her, her body arching off the nest as the wave crashed over her. Her cunt clenched around my fingers, a desperate, pulsing grip as she cried out, her pleasure breaking free in a raw, helpless sound.

And fuck—her slick flooded my tongue, hot and perfect.

I groaned against her, drinking her in, savoring the way she came undone for me.

I rode it out with her, my mouth relentless, drawing out her pleasure until she was a shivering, panting mess beneath me.

Slowly, I pulled back, releasing her hips, watching as she collapsed against the blankets, her chest heaving, her skin flushed a deep, satisfying pink.

Her eyes fluttered open, unfocused but filled with a sated languor that made me feel ten feet tall.

I watched her come undone, her body a symphony of pleasure under my touch. The taste of her lingered on my tongue—a sweet reminder of the control I held over her.

As her breathing slowed, I reached up, my hand cupping her cheek, my thumb brushing over her swollen lips. Her eyes fluttered open—a dazed look in those hazel-greens that made my chest tighten with possessive need.

“Mal,” she whispered again, her voice a hoarse plea for more.

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on my mouth. She moaned into the kiss, her hands fisting in my shirt, trying to pull me closer.

I chuckled against her lips, the sound dark and full of promise. “Eager, aren’t we?”

She whimpered in response, her hips arching up, seeking the hard length she could feel pressing against her.

I reached down, freeing my cock from the confines of my pants. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Go on, baby,” I urged, guiding her hand to wrap around my shaft. “Touch me.”

Her fingers closed around me, her grip tentative at first, then growing bolder as she stroked me from root to tip. I groaned, my head falling back, savoring the feel of her touch.

But it wasn’t enough. Not for me. Not for her.

I reached between us, coating my fingers in her slick before rubbing it into my skin, marking myself with her scent. Her eyes darkened with need, her body arching up, silently begging for more.

I lined up at her entrance, the head of my cock notching against her wet heat. Her breath hitched, her eyes meeting mine—filled with a mix of trust and desire that made my heart clench.

And with one powerful thrust, I was inside her—her tight, wet heat enveloping me completely. She cried out, her body stretching to accommodate my size, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“I’m home, baby,” I murmured, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “I’m home.”

I stilled, giving her a moment to adjust, my jaw clenched tight against the overwhelming urge to move.

“Fuck, Ellie,” I gritted out, my voice barely recognizable. “You feel so damn good.”

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