Page 19 of Alpha's Twins
When I kick the bedroom door open, it hits the wall with a thud, shaking the whole house. Her lips curl into a smile against my neck, and although I know I shouldn’t be too rough with her, part of me thinks she likes it. The thought drives me wild. I crash us down onto the bed, trying not to crush her, but I can feel her excitement, her eagerness. It matches my own.
I kiss her again, slower this time. Her hands are hesitant but tug at my shirt, and I pull back long enough to rip it off. I don’t miss the way her eyes go wide as she takes in my body and the redness that creeps across her cheeks. I pull at the hemof her own top, sliding my fingers against the soft exposed skin, marveling at how her breathing has become quick and shallow.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice rough and hoarse.
Her hands fist the sheets, but she nods. “I want to…I want you.” Her voice is so full of vulnerability, I feel it like a punch to the gut.
I pull her shirt over her head, my body tense and ready to explode. I pause for a second, looking at her, bare and beautiful. She’s curvier than any woman I’ve been with, and it drives me absolutely wild in a way I didn’t even expect. I run my hands over her, savoring the feel of her soft skin and the way she shudders at my touch.
“Fuck, Serena,” I breathe, “you have no idea how much I want this.”
Her eyes meet mine, and I see a flicker of uncertainty.
“Don’t,” I tell her, my fingers tracing the edge of her bra. “Don’t doubt how much I want you.” I unclasp it, sliding it off, and her large breasts spill free into my waiting hands, my cock growing painfully hard. Her arms come up, almost hiding herself, but I’m already leaning down, kissing the swell of her flesh and sucking her large nipple into my mouth, and she gasps, her body arching up to meet mine.
I work her jeans off, and she’s trembling, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts. She’s wearing pink panties, and the sight of them nearly undoes me. I strip them away and immediately dip my finger between her folds. I’m so wound up, I almost miss how tight she is until I feel the resistance when I push deeper inside.
“Oh fuck,” I manage, my brain catching up with the realization. “Serena, are you…?”
She looks away, blushing. “I didn’t want to tell you,” she says, her voice almost a whisper. “I thought you’d—”
“Stop?” I ask, incredulous. “Why the hell would I stop?” I press my finger deeper, feeling her gasp and shudder. I pull away, kissing a trail down her soft stomach, spreading her legs wide beneath me. “I want this, Serena. I want to be your first.”
Her hands are in my hair as soon as my tongue flicks over her clit, her hips bucking wildly, and I have to grip her thighs to hold her in place. She’s wet, sweet, and more than anything I’ve ever had, and I groan against her, my mouth working her until she’s panting, until her voice is breaking with small, breathless cries.
“Aiden!” She’s trembling so hard I think she might break apart. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them, feeling her tighten around me, and she cries out, her entire body clenching so hard, I know she’s almost there. Her whole body goes still for a moment, and then she’s falling apart, shaking against my mouth, and I hold on tight, working her through it, letting her ride out wave after wave until she’s limp, her breath ragged and broken.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed, and I barely give her time to recover before I’m yanking off my jeans, my cock finally free and aching. I press against her, letting her feel how desperate I am, how much I want her. Her eyes are wide and glazed with pleasure, and I know she’s ready when she pulls me closer, wrapping herself around me.
“Tell me to stop, Serena,” I growl, positioning myself, the tip of me nudging at her entrance, feeling how wet and open she is. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”
She shakes her head, and I see her bite her lip. “I don’t want you to stop.”
The words unleash something primal in me. I slide in slowly, feeling her stretch around me, impossibly tight and warm. She gasps, her nails digging into my back.
“Holy shit,” I groan, forcing myself to go slow even though every instinct is screaming at me to take her hard. She’s panting, writhing beneath me, and I can barely hold on. “You feel so fucking good.”
I push deeper, and I feel something give. She moans, the sound caught between pleasure and pain, and I stop, the last shred of my self-control stretched thin. She’s so tight, I can barely stand it, my body shaking with the effort not to lose myself.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice strangled.
She nods, and her hips shift, taking in more of me, and I almost explode. The movement sends me deeper, and I grit my teeth, trying to hold back.
“Don’t hold back,” she says, her voice breathy and urgent.
Her words set me on fire, and I pull almost all the way out and then thrust back in, hard. She cries out, and I do it again, and again, until I’m pounding into her, watching her face change from surprise to need, her body moving with mine, matching each hard thrust.
I’ve never felt anything like it, her nails raking down my back, her legs tight around me, her voice ringing in my ears, and I lose the last bit of control I have. Everything is frantic, my hips slamming against hers, my body straining to hold on until she’s there with me. Her eyes are wide, her mouth open in a silent scream, and I feel her shatter around me, her entire body pulsing and tightening with release.
I let myself go, my own climax hitting so hard I can’t breathe, can’t think. I’m vaguely aware of a crash, the sound of glass smashing, but I’m too lost in her to care.
Then I see it—magic, wild and alive. The vines that cover the back of the cabin burst through the window, the room exploding with flowers, and the smell of honeysuckle fills the air. We both gasp, eyes wide in disbelief, and I have just enough time to register the shock and wonder on her face before her magic takes over completely.
It’s everywhere. Vines and blossoms, along with the sweet, heady scent of flowers, wrap themselves around the headboard and cover the ceiling, a visual representation of everything that has just happened, of everything she is. It’s beautiful but overwhelming.
I collapse on top of her, both of us breathing hard, and I can feel her trembling beneath me, not just from what we did, but from the power she just unleashed.
Chapter 11 - Serena
