Page 89 of Alpha Brock
I know it sounds crazy, but I think the bond helped me heal. I swear I could feel it while I was being continually plunged into darkness, like it was a tangible rope dangling in front of me that I could use to pull myself out. I may have gone into that warehouse with the intention of saving her, but I think in the end, she saved me.
“You should rest,” Astrid says quietly, pushing off of my shoulders as she starts to climb off my lap.
“Get back here,” I growl, snatching her by the waist and pulling her back on. I wrap a hand around her throat, bringing her face close to mine. “You really think I’m letting another day pass without marking you as my mate?”
Astrid’s cheeks flush, and I’m not sure whether or not it’s intentional, but she grinds her hips down over me again. “Kiss me,” she whispers, and the words are barely out before I’m slamming my lips against hers, my fingers flexing against her throat as I lick along the seam of her lips, demanding entry. Her lips part to give me access and I kiss her hard, my tongue tangling with hers, swallowing her moan.
My hands roam greedily over every inch of her skin- down her arms, across her belly, up under her shirt. I cup her boobs roughly with both hands, rolling her stiff little nipples between my fingers as her body jerks over my cock, which is growing harder by the second. We’re both breathless when I break the kiss so I can tug her shirt off over her head.
I toss it across the room, my eyes colliding with hers. They’re alight with the gold shimmers of her wolf, and I know my own is peeking right back at her through mine.
“I…” she reaches up and trails her fingers along the top of her shoulder where it meets her neck-the spot where my mark will go. “Will it hurt?”
“Nah, baby, I’ll make it good for you,” I murmur, sliding my fingers beneath the seam of her shorts. She draws a short gasp when I brush them against her clit, rubbing little circles around it. I lean into her neck, nipping her flesh. “Though I think you like a little pain with your pleasure.”
She shivers in my grasp, her breathing getting quicker. “Mmm… maybe a little.”
I pinch her clit between my fingers and her body jolts, a needy whine escaping her lips as she falls against my chest.
I chuckle at how damn responsive she is, wrapping her hair around my other hand and tugging her head back to look her in the eye. “Take your shorts off,” I demand, my voice strained.
She starts to lift up off of my lap, then hesitates. “Are you sure you’re up for this? You’re still recovering…”
My body may be singing with pain, but I don’t give a fuck. I have to have her, and nothing will get in the way of me claiming my mate. “I’m fine,” I growl, grabbing for her shorts and tugging them down her hips.
She sets her hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes sternly. “Brock…”
My eyes meet hers in challenge. “I may not be able to throw you around just yet, babe, but I’m well enough for you to bounce around on my dick. I’m well enough to mark you as mine and I’m definitely well enough to make you come.” I tug on her shorts again. “Now take these off before I rip them off.”
Astrid’s eyes cloud with lust as she quickly complies, hopping off of me and removing her shorts. As she does, I shove my own boxers down, my hard cock springing free before I grab her by the backs of her thighs and pull her on top of me again.
Now it’s my turn to hesitate. Doubt creeps in, courtesy of my stellar track record with relationships. I reach out to grab Astrid’s chin in a hand, angling her face toward mine.
“You want this, right?” I ask, searching her eyes. “My mark?”
Astrid slides herself over my dick, positioning the head at her entrance. “I want all of you,” she purrs as she sinks down over me, her pussy swallowing my entire length. Her breath stutters as her lips part to speak again while I’m buried inside of her to the hilt. “Your dick. Your mark. Your heart. All of it.” She slowly lifts off of my cock, then grinds back down onto it, my eyes rolling back in my head at the sensation of how tightly I fit her. “You’re as much mine as I’m yours,” she pants.
I groan in pleasure, digging my fingertips into her hips as I thrust up into her. I use her hips to direct her body over mine, fucking her in slow, punishing strokes. Hard, but not fast. Filling her with every inch until the head of my cock bumps against her cervix.
“That’s right,” I growl out, lifting her slowly and slamming her down over me again. “You’re all fucking mine, baby.” I thrust up into her. “All.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Mine.”
Astrid digs her fingernails into my shoulders, leaning into me. “Only yours,” she mewls, and I capture her bottom lip between my teeth, tugging as she grinds down over my dick.
We’ve never done it like this. When Astrid and I fuck, it’s usually hard, fast, frenzied. And don’t get me wrong, it’s fucking incredible that way, but there’s just something different about this. It’s slow, deliberate, like we’re taking and possessing every inch of each other. Truly claiming one another in every way. Sweat begins to bloom on our skin as our bodies grind together.
“Brock!” Astrid cries out, her head falling back. When she pulls it back up to look at me, her lips are parted, and I can see that her canines have descended; her wolf ready to mark. Upon seeing that, mine pushes forward and I feel the sting of my own canines lengthening in my mouth. She tilts her head to the side and sweeps her hair off her shoulder, offering herself to me, and I grab her by the nape, guiding her mouth to my neck as mine goes to hers.
I’m still fucking her in hard, deep strokes as I lick my way down her neck, scraping my fangs along the junction of her neck and shoulder. “I love you,” I choke out, right before my teeth pierce her flesh and I bite down, releasing the serum beneath her skin. I feel her canines sink into my neck almost simultaneously as a feeling of pure euphoria takes over me. The most intense orgasm of my fucking life wracks my body as I release inside of her, her pussy walls milking every drop out of me as she trembles with her own climax.
I pull Astrid’s body tight to my own, stars dancing behind my eyelids as I withdraw my teeth from her flesh and run my tongue over the puncture marks, soothing away the sting. She does the same to me, then starts trailing kisses up my neck, along my jaw, until our lips meet, pouting and twisting together in a long, rapturous kiss.
When the kiss finally breaks, I pull back and just look at her, the connection between us so strong that it’s palpable. A thin sheen of sweat glistens on her caramel skin, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from my kisses. And I swear she’s never looked more fucking beautiful that she does right now.
“How the fuck did I get so lucky?” I marvel, not even realizing I’ve said it out loud until her lips curl into a sleepy little smile.
Astrid leans in again, her lips brushing against mine as she whispers, “I love you, too.”
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