Page 81 of Claimed By My Exiled Alphas
I wouldn’t. Not when she was finally letting me in, finally accepting that she didn’t have to face this alone.
“Need you naked,” she gasped between kisses. “Need to feel your skin.”
“Whatever you need.” I pulled back long enough to strip off my shirt, then my jeans, leaving myself in just boxers. Her eyes tracked every movement, pupils blown wide with heat and want. “Better?”
“More.” Her hands were already reaching for me, fingers hooking in the elastic waistband. “All of it. I need all of you.”
I helped her push the boxers down, kicking them aside. The cool air of the cottage hit my overheated skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating from her body. Every alpha instinct I possessed roared to life at being naked with her, my cock already hard and aching.
“Your turn,” I said, fingers finding the hem of her tank top. My hands were steadier than I felt. “Can I?”
She nodded frantically, lifting her arms so I could pull it off. No bra underneath, just smooth skin flushed pink with heat, her breasts perfect and already peaked with arousal. I forced myself to meet her eyes instead of staring, though every cell in my body wanted to touch and taste and worship.
“You’re being so careful,” she said, and there was something wondering in her voice. “So gentle.”
“You deserve gentle. You deserve someone who pays attention to what you want.” I traced my fingers along her jaw, down the side of her neck where her pulse fluttered rapidly. “Tell me what you want, Talia. This is your heat, your body, your choice.”
“I want you inside me.” Her voice had gone breathy, desperate. “I want you to make this stop hurting.”
The admission that she was hurting made my chest ache. Heat could be painful when an omega’s needs went unmet, a physical ache that only an alpha could ease.
“I will. I promise I will.” I kissed her again, slower this time, trying to pour reassurance into the contact. My hand slid down her stomach to the sleep shorts she still wore, feeling her muscles quiver under my touch. “Can I take these off?”
“Yes. Please, Jace.”
I hooked my fingers in the waistband of both her shorts and underwear, sliding them down her legs in one smooth motion. The scent of her arousal hit me like a physical blow, vanilla and honey mixed with something muskier, richer. Slick dampened her thighs, her body preparing itself for what it needed.
My alpha instincts howled. Mine. Claim her. Bond her. Make her ours.
I breathed through my mouth, trying to maintain control. This wasn’t about my instincts. This was about her.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, settling between her legs. The heat of her core radiated against my stomach, making my cock throb with need. “And so ready for this.”
“Been ready.” She reached up to cup my face, and I saw vulnerability beneath the heat-hazed desire. “Been wanting you for so long, Jace. Not just because of heat. Because it’syou.”
The words nearly undid me. I kissed her deeply, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, feeling her melt against me. When Ipulled back, I traced kisses down her jaw, her neck, learning the geography of her skin.
“Tell me if anything doesn’t feel right,” I said, positioning myself at her entrance. The head of my cock brushed against her slick heat, and we both gasped. “Tell me if you need me to stop or slow down.”
“I need you now.” She wrapped her legs around my waist, trying to pull me closer. “Please, Jace, I need you inside me.”
I entered her slowly despite her urgency, giving her body time to adjust. She was impossibly tight, her inner walls gripping me as I pushed deeper. The sensation was overwhelming, heat and pressure and perfect friction that made my vision blur.
“Okay?” I asked through gritted teeth, holding still when I was fully seated inside her. Every muscle in my body screamed at me to move, to thrust, to take. “Too much?”
“Not enough.” She rolled her hips experimentally, taking me impossibly deeper. A breathy moan escaped her lips. “So much more than okay. Move, please move.”
I started with slow, shallow thrusts, letting her adjust to the stretch and fullness. Her heat made everything more intense. I could feel every flutter of her inner walls, every clench and release as her body responded to mine. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, mixing with my own until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.
“That’s it,” I murmured against her ear. “Take what you need. I’m here for whatever you need.”
She was making small sounds with every thrust, breathy little gasps that drove me crazy. Her nails dug into my shoulders, not quite painful but insistent. Claiming me the way I would soon claim her.
I picked up the pace gradually, finding a rhythm that made her cry out. Every time I thrust deep, I ground against her clit, givingher the friction she needed. Her legs tightened around my waist, heels digging into my lower back.
“More,” she gasped. “Harder, Jace, please.”
I gave her what she asked for, snapping my hips harder, faster. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by her moans and my own harsh breathing. Sweat slicked our bodies where they pressed together.
