She glanced over her shoulder, breath catching at the sight—his eyes dark and heavy-lidded, drinking in the view as if she were something sacred and forbidden all at once.
Whatever he saw had him groaning low in his throat, hands firming at her hips, palming her round cheeks. His mouth pressed to the backof her thigh, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses higher, each one unravelling her inch by inch.
He gave her just enough space to turn around, her back meeting the wall. Her head dropped forward as his long fingers finally parted her swollen folds, his hot breath teasing against her aching centre. The first stroke of his tongue was sharp and unrelenting, finding her needy bud with devastating accuracy. A strangled cry tore from her, body surging toward his mouth, desperate for more.
His hands clamped down on her hips, holding her still as he feasted on her without restraint—tongue flicking and circling, relentless in its pursuit. The delicious drag of his mouth against her had her trembling, her thighs threatening to give out beneath her.
“Alarik.” Her voice broke, her hands splaying uselessly against the wall as he pushed her closer to the edge.
He hummed in response, the vibration sending molten pleasure pooling low in her belly. His fingers traced along her entrance, slick and eager, teasing but not yet filling. She whimpered, hips twitching for more friction, but his grip remained unyielding, controlling the pace with maddening precision.
He didn’t pause, didn’t slow. His hand slid forward, and without preamble, two fingers pushed into her. Reiya’s mouth fell open, a low, long moan escaping her. Unlike Kaelen’s long, elegant fingers, Alarik’s were thick and blunt. He stretched her with an ease that sent a shudder rolling through her. No teasing this time—he thrust deep and unrelenting, curling just right, finding that spot that ripped a sharp, helpless cry from her lips.
Her hips bucked into his mouth, but his iron hold anchored her down.
“Stay still,” he growled between strokes, his fingers quickening inside her, thumb circling her slick, pulsing bud with devastating accuracy.
“Please . . .” The word barely slipped free before the dam broke.
Her release tore through her, sudden and forceful. Her thighs clenched, but he didn’t let up—his tongue and fingers working her through every convulsion until she was trembling, wrecked and overstimulated.
He didn’t wait long. Rising to full height, Alarik had her facing the wall again and positioned himself behind her. His hands spread her cheeks apart, parting her for his view as he notched the tip of his cock at her entrance, groaning as he began to push in.
“Alarik,” Reiya whimpered, her body tightening instinctively. Even after the pleasure he’d already wrung from her, she was too snug in this position—thighs pressed, legs trembling, unrelentingly tight around him.
Alarik snarled, low and impatient. Without warning, he gripped her left leg and hauled it up, hooking the inside of her thigh over his arm. The change was immediate—she opened for him, bare and vulnerable, nothing shielding her from his advance.
He lined himself up once more and pushed, slowly but insistently. Reiya’s head dropped forward, her breath coming in ragged bursts as she sobbed softly, struggling to take him inch by inch. He was proportionateeverywhere, stretching her beyond what she thought she could hold, even as her body tightened further around him, drawing him deeper.
“This,” Alarik rasped, his lips grazing the shell of her ear, “thisis what I wanted to do to you in the bathhouse.”
Before she could respond, his hips snapped forward, driving him fully inside her in one sharp, fluid motion.
Reiya wailed, her body bowing beneath the sudden fullness, every nerve alight as he sank to the base. Her walls clenched around him, the stretch bordering on unbearable, yet precisely what she craved. The sheer size of him, pressing so deep she felt him against her womb, sent her spiralling. Pleasure seized her almost instantly, the overwhelming sensation tipping her into another sharp climax.
“Gods” she gasped, her hands splaying against the wall as her thighs trembled violently.
Alarik grunted at the way she spasmed around him, his fingers digging into her waist as he held her still, letting her adjust around his length. He filled her completely, the bulge of him pressing faintly against her belly, a visceral reminder of how deeply he’d claimed her.
Her body softened gradually, accommodating him as the sharpedges of pleasure melted into something molten and lingering. The fullness felt decadent, exquisite in its intensity.
He pressed forward, his chest flush against her back, slick with sweat. Each roll of his hips rubbed her between the unyielding stone and the hard planes of his body, sending sparks of heat through every part of her.
Reiya arched instinctively, one hand reaching back to touch him—her fingers brushing his jaw. He leaned into her touch, his chin resting against her shoulder as his breath came hot and uneven against her skin.
“Reiya,” he growled, nipping at the lobe of her ear, his voice thick and rough. “You feel so good around me.”
The confession alone nearly unravelled her, the raw need behind it pushing her desire higher. The knowledge that she was the source of his pleasure, that he was losing himself in her, stoked something primal and fierce inside her.
His grip tightened at her waist, just above the curve of her hips, anchoring her firmly. His thrusts quickened, hard and unrelenting, each stroke driving her closer to that edge once more. The friction—the fullness—left her reeling, caught between the pleasure he gave and the need for more.
Her nails scraped lightly against his cheek as she turned her head, her lips brushing against his in a fleeting kiss.
“Alpha . . .” she whispered, crying out as he ground deeper still, burying himself in the softest parts of her.
Her vision blurred, her breath escaping in shallow gasps as he filled her, stretched her, every inch of him a reminder of how she was his. She could feel the shift in him—the crumbling of his restraint, the quiet, dangerous slip from the control of a man to the primality of an Alpha.
A strained laugh slipped past her lips, soft and teasing, though the trembling in her voice betrayed how close she was to unravelling, too. “You’re not holding back.”
