Page 21 of Dark Auctioned Mate

Alanis nodded eagerly, breathing quick and shallow.

“Say it. Tell me you want this.”

“Yes. God, yes.”

In one swift movement, Rael hoisted her up on the counter and stepped in between her thighs. His hands crept under her shirt, caressing bare skin, and she moaned as she arched into his hands.

“You smell so good,” he groaned into her neck. “Do you know what you’ve been doing to me? Smelling of peaches, walking around the house?”

“Rael…” Her voice sounded breathless and needy.

“You’ve been driving me fucking insane.” his hands moved up, touching her bra. “Lying in bed at night, knowing that you are just down the hall. Knowing that you are in pain, knowing that I could have helped, but I could not because you were not ready.”

He pulled back to look at her. “Are you ready now, Alanis? Because once I start, I will not stop till you come on my fingers. Understand?”

Her pupils dilated with desire as she nodded.

“Words,” he commanded.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I’m ready. Please, Rael—”

He swallowed her words with a kiss, pulling her shirt off. She helped by pulling it over her head, and then his mouth was on her neck, and on her collarbone, and on the swell of her breasts above her bra.

Rael unhooked it easily. It slipped down, and he paused to stare at her full breasts, pointed dark nipples, and the smooth swell of her belly.

“Beautiful.” He leaned down and sucked hard enough on her breasts to make Alanis cry out.

She buried her hands in his hair, as he lavished his attention on them with his teeth and his tongue, till she was writhing against him, and making those desperate little noises that were driving him mad.

“Rael, please…”

“Please what?” He raised his eyes to her and smirked. “Tell me what you want, Alanis.”

“Touch me,” she whimpered.

His hand slipped between her thighs, touching her through her leggings. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You’re soaked.”

“It hurts.”

“I know, baby, I got you.” Rael hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and panties and pulled them down her thighs. She lifted her hips slightly, helping him. Then she laid naked on his kitchen counter. The sight of her made his mouth water.

“Look at you,” his hand caressed her inner thigh. “So wet. So pliant. Such a good girl.”

She whimpered at his words, rolling her hips.

“Patience,” he admonished mildly. He wanted to drag it on for as long as he could, taking advantage of this moment.

At last, one finger located her center, and, pushing its way through her folds, they both moaned at the touch.

“Jesus Christ, Alanis.” He groaned. “You’re dripping.” He slipped one of his fingers into her, and she screamed. Her inner walls tightened around him. She was so tight, so hot and so wet it made his head spin.

“That’s it.” He thrust his finger in and out. “I will take care of you.”

“More,” she gasped.

He put in a second finger, and she whimpered, her hands clinging to the edge of the counter. Rael studied her face—the way her eyes fluttered shut, her parted lips, and her flushed cheeks and neck.

“You are so responsive,” he growled, caressing her clit. “Fucking hell.”