Chapter 5 Alpha King

(Briana POV)

He’s covered in blood and I can smell it coming from many different sources. He killed Vesper’s men and saved my life. Risking himself for me when nobody else would. 

Now he’s cradling me to his chest and staring at me in wonder. Whipping my emotions into a tumultuous mess.

My heart and mind are in chaos and I feel like I’m losing my grip on reality. The only thing I’m absolutely certain of is that I want more of the tenderness he’s offering me. 

I want to spike my fingers into his chestnut hair and lose myself in him.

His eyes widen, nostrils flaring, and I know he can smell my arousal. I can feel my cheeks flaming and he smiles gently at the sight of my blush. 

With infinite gentleness he repositions me so I’m straddling his waist and our chests are pressed together. He’s still taller than I am and I have to tilt my head back to look into his eyes.

“You’re mine,” he says quietly, his fingertips lightly stroking my face, pushing my fiery red hair behind my ears, before he runs his thumb across my lower lip.

My breathing is erratic and I can feel the heat coiling in my abdomen, pulsing through me in delectable waves. 

This is crazy. I don’t even know his name and still, everywhere our skin touches I can feel desire crackling between us like electricity.

“I won’t mind if you want to kiss me,” he says with a wicked glint in those bright, bright eyes and it’s as if his words demolish a barrier inside of me. I do exactly what I’d been dying to, sliding my fingers into his silky hair and pulling myself closer to his mouth.

My tongue slowly runs over the crease separating his lips and he opens for me immediately, groaning when I plunge into the damp heat, sliding my tongue over his, kissing him with a hunger that steals my own breath away.

He allows me to take the lead for all of maybe 30 seconds before he tightens his hold on me. One hand bracing my back, pulling me flush with his chest. The other fists in my hair, holding me in position while he consumes me.

His lips are soft and firm, his tongue dancing wildly, gyrating around mine, wrestling it into submission until I’m panting. I’m moaning unselfconsciously into his mouth while the certainty that I’m going to spontaneously combust grows.

I can feel exactly how turned on he is. His considerable bulge is pressed against my core and I mewl helplessly when my hips start rolling of their own accord, rubbing and sliding my wildly throbbing pearl against him. The delectable friction drives me closer and closer to the edge of release.

“Mmm, you really are made for me,” he breathes against my ear before his mouth moves to my neck. Nipping and kissing the ultra-sensitive skin, unerringly finding my most erogenous spot, aside from the obvious ones, right where my neck and shoulder meets.

Goosebumps pop out all over my skin and I shiver in his arms. I can feel his smile against my skin. “I seem to have struck gold,” he murmurs, the hand on my back moving down to my ass and tugging me even closer to him. So close that I can feel every pulse of his erection tingles spreading through my body with increasing urgency.

“I want you so much,” he groans. “Don’t hold back. I want to see your face when you cum for me. I want to smell myself all over you.” His words awaken a frenzy in me and I want to beg him to take me. Instead I pull his head back to mine. Sucking his lip into my mouth and biting down hard, rejoicing at the growl this earns me.

I want to shake off the final shred of control holding me back and ride him wantonly, not caring about later, focusing only on now. I don’t know what’s come over me. Raul and I had a great sex life, but I was far more submissive with him. Not as crazed.

This is pure, unadulterated lust. A fire that would consume everything in its path if I allow it to.

Maybe the mating bond is making me lose control this way. Or it’s the fact that he’s offering me part of himself. Everyone else has been giving me the cold shoulder, but he offers me sizzling heat. Melting away how tired and sad I am.

The man I’ve loved my whole life gave me to our former enemy in exchange for his sister’s hand in marriage. Like I’m a thing to be traded. A worthless thing. After everything we went through together. After I risked my own life to save his, Raul tossed me out like spoiled meat.

I want this so badly, but it’s not who I am. I can’t use my savior to avenge myself on Raul and put a plaster on my shattered heart. With praise worthy self-restraint I pull away, ready to keep running.

“I’m sorry, I can’t. This isn’t right,” I offer an apology before taking off. 

He’s faster than I am, in spite of his heavy-lidded arousal. His hand snaps out and grabs my wrist, yanking me back into his chest. 

“Tut-tut little wolf, there’s no running away from me. You’re mated to Alpha King Aiden now and I fully intend to keep you.”