Page 37 of Captured
Her moan echoed in the room, blending with the wet sounds Gra’ar made as he devoured her. He continued to tongue her clit as his fingers pumped in and out, her hips rising to meet each thrust of their own volition.
When he added a third finger she whined at the stretch, but the burn only lasted a moment. Stroking her inner walls, the pleasure he caused quickly outweighed the slight discomfort, but it was harder to adjust to the fourth.
Gra’ar was large, she’d seen it with her own eyes and her jaw could attest to the thickness of him, and a touch of worry wormed through the haze of her cycle. If just his fingers were uncomfortable, his cock might be too much to take after all.
As if he could read her thoughts, the alpha brought his lips back up to hers, distracting her as he kept the movement of his hand to shallow thrusts as his thumb worked back and forth over her clit. The taste of herself on him stole her breath, coiling her need tighter, and soon she was crashing again, her core clenching on his fingers as his tongue stroked over hers.
“Good girl. Are you ready for me now?”
Gra’ar’s purr barely penetrated before she felt his fingers leave her and the blunt heat of him replace them at her entrance. Breath catching in her throat, her body stiffened, waiting for the brutal snap of his hips, but he remined frozen.
Blinking open eyes she’d clenched shut, she looked up at the dark alpha. His frame blocked most of the light, leaving his face shrouded in shadows, but she could see a touch of the golden gleam again. The hand not holding himself cupped her cheek, thumb stroking beneath her eye before dragging down to brush over her parted lips.
“Tell me you want it.”
Flea swallowed hard, struggling through the feelings flooding her. The hormones driving her were all for doing as the alpha said, but the spark of her consciousness that remained knew he wanted more than an automatic response.
“I promise I won’t claim you. This isn’t about that. But you have to tell me you want me.”
She could see how much of a struggle it was for him to get the words out, Gra’ar likely having to fight himself just as much as she was. It was natural for the alpha to dominate and take, so him stopping himself to be sure she was ready and willing caused her heart to swell, sure in the knowledge that Gra’ar could be trusted, even with something as precious as her freedom.
“I want you, Gra’ar.”
She reached up to cup his face as she whispered the words, her body relaxing. There was no fear that he’d hurt her. Closing her eyes and pulling him down to brush her lips against his, she sighed in pleasure as the pressure at her entrance increased and he pushed inside.
Flea couldn’t stop her moan as he continued to sink in, Gra’ar taking the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth and stroke it along hers. Latching on to the distraction from the fullness, she sucked on his tongue, tightening her legs around him when he moved to pull back before thrusting in again.
Her walls fluttered as they were forced open to accommodate his girth. She felt every little ridge and bump he forced inside until he was finally seated all the way to the base, his length crammed against her cervix. Whining at the discomfort, she wiggled when he stopped but fingers plucking her engorged nipples pulled her thoughts away.
“I could stay like this forever.”
His groan brought a smile to her lips as she pulled away from their kiss. Nipping his lower lip she moved her palms to his shoulders, adjusting her legs to allow for better leverage.
“We don’t have forever, so get going.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Gra’ar
Her response made him tense, but he covered it by withdrawing from her halfway before pushing back in. He knew she was right, they didn’t have forever, but he’d let himself sink into the delusion that she was his.
Fighting back the conflicted feelings swirling through him, Gra’ar clenched his teeth and pulled out again, adding more force to his next thrust as Flea arched beneath him. The clutch of her around his length was indescribable and something he didn’t think he’d ever forget, and even with the distraction of her cycle she was still her fierce, independent, infuriating self.
Her heels dug into his ass, urging him faster.
Deeper.
Harder.
Giving in to the demand of his own need, he dug his fingers into the padding beneath her and increased his pace. Her small hands wrapped around his wrists above her shoulders, anchoring herself so she could give as good as she got. She would never be one to meekly submit to an alpha.
He tried to shake the distracting thoughts away, leaning down to cover her parted lips with his. She was panting for air so he couldn’t claim them for long, and he moved his attention to trailing kisses and nips along her jaw to the side of her neck.
She was so delicate. So fragile beneath him. He could snap her without thought.
And yet she was the strongest female he’d ever met. It would only take one bite to tie her to him forever.
But he’d promised not to.
