Page 22 of Dark Auctioned Mate

“Yes,” she whimpered. “Yes, oh god…”

He moved faster, his fingers curling to locate that place that made her back arch off the counter.

“There it is,” he cooed. “That’s what you need, isn’t it? Right there.”

“Oh, don’t stop,” she grabbed his shoulders. “Don’t, Rael, please.”

“I’m not going to stop.” He leaned closer, brushing his lips against her ear. “I am going to make you come so hard you will forget your own name, until all you can think of is how good my fingers inside you made you feel.”

Her hips rolled, chasing her orgasm.

“Good girl. Fuck my fingers, Alanis. Take what you want.”

His thumb rubbed her clit harder, making tight circles around it as his fingers moved in her, and he could feel her beginning to squeeze him.

“You’re close. Your pussy is squeezing my fingers, baby. You want to come?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I do, I’m so close—"

“Then come for me.” His Alpha tone slipped through. “Come on my fingers, Alanis. Now.”

She shattered instantaneously. Her inner walls contracted on his fingers as she screamed his name. Rael worked her through it, his fingers not stopping until she was trembling and shaking her head.

“Too much,” she whimpered. “Rael, it is too much.”

He softened his grip and rode through the aftershocks with her. When she finally dropped limp on the counter, he pulled his fingers back gradually and put them in his mouth, sucking them.

She was looking at him, and new fire blazed in her eyes.

“Delicious.” She tasted better than he imagined, and for a moment, he hated that he had not tasted her the first time in that hotel.

Alanis was breathing deeply, her chest was going up and down, her flesh flushed and radiant. She looked like a wet dream, and the sight made his cock thicken.

“Better?” he asked, his voice coarse.

She nodded and glanced at the bulge straining against his jeans. “What about you?”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Rael.”

“This wasn’t about me.” He grabbed her face and rubbed his thumb across her cheek. “It was about making you feel good and taking away your pain.”

She looked at him for a long moment, something shifting in her expression. Then she reached for him, her hand sliding down his chest to palm him through his jeans.

He hissed at the contact, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.

“It was supposed to just take away the pain,” she said softly, her hand squeezing gently. “But now I want more.”

Rael groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against hers. “Alanis, we shouldn’t—”

“Why not?” Her hand moved again, stroking him through the denim. “You want me. I want you. What’s stopping us?”

Everything. Nothing. He didn’t know anymore. All he knew was that having her hand on him, even through layers of fabric, was the best torture he’d ever experienced.

“I want you to be sure,” he said finally, his voice strained. “Not just because you’re in heat, not just because we’re bonded. I want you to want this—want me—for the right reasons.”

Her hand stilled, and she pulled back slightly to meet his eyes. “Oh.”