Page 8 of The Alpha Under My Bed (The Chosen #1)

Eight

MALCOLM

Ellie was the most breathtaking creature I had ever seen—her skin flushed, glistening with sweat, every inch of her radiating heat. Her dark hair spilled around her in wild disarray, a halo against the sheets. Her glasses lay discarded on the side table, forgotten in her desperation. Perfect.

She had no idea. No idea that every movement, every breath she took, only fed the hunger clawing inside me. That my restraint was a fragile thing, fraying at the edges with every soft whimper that spilled from her lips. That my presence here, masked and hidden, was the only thing keeping the truth at bay until the time was right.

Her hand moved between her legs, fingers sliding through the slick evidence of her need. The scent of her arousal hit me like a gut punch—thick, intoxicating, utterly fucking perfect. My cock throbbed in response, a raw, visceral ache that demanded satisfaction.

A growl rumbled low in my throat, muffled by the mask that shielded me—a barrier between the man she thought she knew and the alpha who was about to claim what was his.

She needed me. Not the soft, tempered affection she believed was enough, but something deeper, something undeniable. The kind of need only I could satisfy.

“Shh, sweet girl,” I murmured, stepping closer, my voice dark with promise. My hands found her wrists, firm but gentle as I pulled them away from her cunt. “Let me take care of you.”

Her hazel-green eyes were hazy with heat, pupils blown wide, but I caught the flicker of surprise as I maneuvered her, guiding her effortlessly into my grasp. Her thighs draped over my shoulders, soft and warm, her breath catching as I pressed her wrists into the nest beneath her, pinning her in place. My grip tightened—just enough to remind her. She wasn’t in control anymore.

I lowered my head, inhaling deeply. And fuck.

Her scent hit me like a freight train, searing through every last ounce of restraint I had left.

She was intoxicating. A drug I had craved for too long.

A drug that belonged to me.

The first taste was a revelation.

Sweet, with a hint of something deeper—something that was purely Ellie. Her slick coated my tongue, a delicacy I wanted to savor forever.

My moan vibrated against her sensitive flesh, and she jerked in my hold, a keening whimper escaping her lips. I lapped at her, long, slow strokes that had her squirming, her hips canting up, seeking more.

It had been too long since I’d tasted her like this, too long since I’d had her spread out before me, completely at my mercy.

I was drunk on her—my entire world narrowing down to the woman beneath me and the wet, needy sounds she made as I feasted on her pussy.

I released her wrists, letting her have some semblance of control, even though there was no escape from this—from me. She immediately reached for me, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as she rode my face.

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.”

She whimpered in response, her hips canting up—a silent plea for more. And I was more than happy to oblige.

I pulled back slowly, then slammed back into her, setting a brutal pace that had her crying out with each thrust. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her body meeting mine thrust for thrust, her slick coating both of us—the scent of our coupling filling the room.

I could feel her walls fluttering around me, her orgasm building with each stroke of my cock. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with my thrusts.

“Come for me, Ellie,” I demanded, my voice a low growl in her ear. “Milk my cock with that tight little pussy.”

She screamed my name, her body convulsing around me as she came, her slick flooding my cock, her muscles clenching me so tightly I saw stars.

I followed her over the edge, my own release barreling through me like a freight train. I emptied myself inside her, my knot swelling, locking us together as I filled her with my cum.

We lay there, panting, our bodies slick with sweat and cum, my knot ensuring that not a single drop would escape. I could feel her heart racing in time with mine, her body trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm.

I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’ve got you, baby,” I whispered, my voice soft but firm. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And as she drifted off to sleep, her body cradling mine, I knew I would do anything for her. Anything to keep her safe—to keep her mine.

She was my world, my everything. And I would burn the world to the ground before I let anyone take her from me.