Page 19 of Ruthless Alpha (Nightfire Islands Alphas #3)
I was already gasping, incoherent with pleasure, when he lined up a second finger alongside the first. They were so much thicker than my own, and it burned slightly as he pushed them both inside.
It was a good burn, just on the edge of overwhelming, and he cooed more praise into my ear, kissing and licking and nipping his way down my neck before picking up where he’d left off with my breasts.
Every touch of his lips and every pump of his fingers sent me higher, and I was teetering on the edge of something terrifying when he stilled, his fingers still deep inside me.
I gave a petulant whine as he drew them out slowly.
“You’ve got to take one more first, angel,” Xander said, and I felt another warm, blunt pressure at my entrance.
“That’s so—I don’t know if I can,” I gasped. Two of his fingers were already so much. He pressed another kiss to my sternum.
“You want my cock, Rosie?” he whispered.
The words went straight to my pussy, and I felt myself clench around nothing, his fingers stroking my twitching entrance as I felt him smile against my skin.
“If you want it, you’re going to need three fingers first,” he said, and I shivered. Was it with anticipation or fear? I wanted him so badly I could hardly think, but I knew Alphas were built differently from other males. I knew Xander was built differently from other Alphas.
“Please,” I whimpered.
Xander wasted no time, and I couldn’t hold back a moan as I stretched around three of his fingers.
My thighs were quivering so badly I could hardly stand, and I felt Xander’s other arm come around my waist to hold me upright as he fucked me with those fingers—slow at first, but building in pace until I was panting and squirming in his grasp, suddenly back on that terrifying, tantalizing edge.
“Let go, angel,” Xander breathed, so I did.
My orgasm rocked through me, lighting up every nerve ending and turning my legs entirely to jelly.
I collapsed against Xander, panting and wrung out and somehow still wanting.
He peppered kisses against my hair and my face, the hand that wasn’t still buried inside me stroking my back and my legs and every untouched inch of skin he could reach.
Gently, so gently, he laid me back on the basement floor, slowly pulling his fingers out of me.
They made a dirty, wet-slick sound, and my eyes widened as he brought those fingers immediately to his mouth, licking them clean like a cat who got the cream.
Already, I was aching for more, my hips bucking up against the hard outline of his cock in his sweatpants, and he let out a desperate sound of his own.
“Easy, easy,” Xander murmured, leaning over to kiss me as he pushed down his pants to free his cock. He’d only meant to give me a fleeting, comforting peck, but I could taste myself on his lips, and I couldn’t resist licking into his mouth, needing him closer.
When the head of his cock pressed up against my entrance, my mind went blank. The blunt pressure of it already had me tilting my hips, needing him inside me even as I felt how thick he was.
“Are you sure?” he panted against my mouth, and I nodded.
“Yeah. Yeah— please. ”
My scream was muffled against his mouth as he pushed in.
Every inch of me was a live wire, the white hot pleasure-pain of stretching around him crackling through my whole body.
Every new inch felt like it must be the last, but then I was splitting open again.
Our kiss had turned to a messy caress of lips on jawlines and cheeks and necks, and I couldn’t stop the long, low keening that came with every exhale.
“ Fuck,” breathed Xander once he was fully seated inside me. Even with my whole body shaking, I couldn’t resist reaching up to smooth out the lines between his eyebrows where they were furrowed in concentration.
“Please,” I begged, one last time.
When he started to move—slow and shallow at first—I stopped breathing. The drag of him inside me felt so good, the edge of pain making my toes curl.
“You’re doing so well,” he promised, pressing kisses to my neck and the line of my jaw.
His strong arms were shaking with the effort of holding back, but I didn’t want him to.
Speechless with pleasure, I could only start to roll my hips in time with his thrusts, encouraging him to go deeper, faster, more.
With every snap of his hips, I climbed higher, my legs wrapping around his hips of their own accord, my back arching and my nails raking angry lines down his back.
Time moved syrup-slow, each stroke lasting a lifetime, and when I shattered apart again, my climax seemed to last forever. Just when I thought I might come down, he moved inside me again, and I was still coming, gasping and clenching around him until I felt his own release rush into me.
Reality came back to me in pieces: the feeling of the hard basement floor against my back, the ache in my thighs, and the stickiness of my arousal, the sound of Xander’s soft breath as he pressed tender kisses along my jawline.
It should have been perfect. I’d found my mate, and he was strong and kind and handsome. He wanted me, and I wanted him. So why did the bond feel like a noose around my neck?