Chapter 5 The Alpha King

(Hilda)

As if he can sense the turmoil inside me, my rescuer opens his arms and I collapse into them, resting my head against his wide, strong chest. The moment he wraps me in a tight embrace, I shatter. Sobbing into his chest, my body is shaking with the force of my anguish.

He holds me close, gently stroking my hair and whispering soothing words that I can’t hear over the deafening roar of my emotions. Tilting my head up, my eyes meet his and madness overtakes me.

Without hesitation, I press my lips to his, more than half expecting him to push me away. Instead he hugs me closer. The kiss is tentative at first, as though we’re testing the waters, but need soon eclipses everything else and I kiss him harder, my hands clutching his shirt so I can pull him closer.

His lips move against mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless. Hands roam my back, tracing the curve of my spine, igniting a fire within me. I moan into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his kiss. Every caress feels like a promise. Reassurance that I’m not alone, that I’m wanted. 

He presses against me, his body firm and solid, allowing me to feel the proof of his arousal. I wrap my legs around his waist, needing to feel every inch of him. His hands grip my thighs, lifting me higher, aligning our bodies in a way that makes me gasp. 

I bite his lip in a frantic, desperate gesture of need and he groans, the sound reverberating through me, stoking the flames of my desire. His hands slide under my shirt, his fingers trailing fire across my skin. I shiver at the sensation, my body arching into his touch. 

We break apart only long enough to tear at each other’s clothes, our movements frantic and uncoordinated. Then we’re a tangle of limbs and breathless moans, our need for each other eclipsing everything else. His skin is hot and smooth against mine. 

I can feel his arousal, hard and insistent against my thigh. Reaching between us, I wrap my hand around his shaft, pleasure bubbling in my core when his eyes darken with desire, and he thrusts into my hand, his movements desperate and needy. I guide him to my entrance, my own need a burning ache. 

He enters me in one swift motion, and I cry out, delighting in the feeling of fullness he gives me. He pauses, giving me a moment to adjust, his eyes searching mine for any sign of discomfort. All I feel is a deep, burning need and I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 

His thrusts are slow and steady at first, quickly becoming faster and harder as our desperation takes over. Each movement drives us closer to the edge, as I cling to him helplessly, my nails digging into his back, my breath ragged. 

Our bodies move together in a perfect, primal rhythm. I can feel the tension building, a coiled spring ready to snap. His lips find mine again and we kiss with a fierce intensity, our tongues tangling, our breaths mingling. 

The climax hits us both like a tidal wave, crashing over us, sweeping us away. I cry out as my body convulses with the force of my release. He follows moments later, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he spills into me. We cling to each other, riding the waves of pleasure, our bodies trembling, our hearts pounding in unison.

As the aftershocks fade, we collapse on the bed, slowly regaining our breath. He holds me closer, his hand gently stroking my hair, his lips pressing soft kisses to my forehead. I feel a sense of peace, of belonging, that I haven’t felt in too long and I drift off to sleep, cradled in his embrace. 

The light of dawn wakes me and whisks away all the certainty I felt a few hours earlier. Panic grips me and I remove myself from his embrace as gently and quietly as I can.

I take a tentative step backward, then another, and turn to run, but a strong hand grabs my wrist, pulling me back. Gasping, I turn around to face him. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks quietly, those amber eyes studying me closely. “Let me go,” I say, my voice trembling. “I need to leave.” 

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he says equably. “Why not?” I snap, frustration and fear bubbling to the surface. He releases my wrist, getting out of bed in all his glorious nudity.

Taking a step closer, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch, he pronounces, “I’m the Alpha King Arlo and you are my mate.” His voice is steady and commanding, leaving no room for argument. “You belong to me, Hilda and I’m never letting you go.”