The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 112: Chapter 112

Grant POV
She looked nervous, biting her lip, her cheeks flushing. I tried not to show my eagerness. The last two days had been spent at the hospital, with Jadette, but I had been turfed out and told to rest in my own bed tonight and get proper sleep. Now my mate was hesitant. I knew she’d been abused; knew she was probably fearful. I couldn’t push her. I couldn’t force her. This had to come naturally, and this had to be her choice. I was content just to hold her in my arms as we slept. She’d slept in my bed the last few nights alone, I could smell her scent on the bedsheets and the pillows, and my mouth watered from the intoxicating smell. She fidgeted with her hands, her breath hitching in her throat. I sought to reassure her.
“We can sleep on opposite sides of the bed if you want” I murmured “I just want to be in the same bed as you Juliet. I just want to hold you, nothing more” I promised.
“I know” she whispered fretfully, her dark eyes staring into mine, appearing close to tears, and was that a look of frustration as well? Or was I reading too much into it?
“Is something wrong?” I asked, moving a little closer but not close enough she would perceive me as a threat. At all times I was aware of my actions and how I might appear to her.
“No” she stammered, blushing, her face going bright red. Liar.
Clearly, something was on her mind. “Juliet, you can tell me. Whatever it is, I promise I won’t laugh at you or make fun. It just looks like there’s something you want to ask or tell me” I said, my heart in my throat. She wasn’t going to reject me, was she? We had been getting along really well the last few days and it felt like we had known each other forever. She was slowly starting to open up to me and I was beginning to learn a lot about her and about her past. Boy that Alpha Romero was a bastard. Good thing he was dead.
“It’s just that um” she stammered some more, shuffling from one foot to the other awkwardly as I tried not to look too closely at her.
She wore a white nightgown that had spaghetti straps and flowed down to her ankles. It made her look very innocent but was also practically transparent in the moonlight. I could see the outline of her n*****s and it was making me hard as a rock. I swallowed hard. I tried to think of something else, to prevent the inevitable erection that was bound to happen at this rate.
I c****d my head at her. “Sweetheart, trust me” I urged her.
She took deep shuddering breaths. Whatever this was, it was making her scared. She stared down at the ground and avoided my gaze.
“I want you to make love to me,” she said in a rush.
Wait, what? Of all the things I had been expecting to hear, this had not been it. Especially considering her past experiences. I gritted my teeth and forced back my desire. f**k it was difficult.
“Juliet, are you sure that’s what you want?” I asked her gently “There is no rush. I can wait” I told her firmly, ignoring Hade’s protests. Damn, wolf could shove it. It wouldn’t kill him to learn to be patient.
She glanced up, her eyes shining, a look of determination on her face. “I want to know what it feels like when it’s not painful” she admitted.
Son of a b***h, I roared in my head, Hades roaring as well. I fought for control and then quietly moved towards her. Slow, I would take this slow. I kissed her, pressing my lips softly against hers, my hand gripping the back of her hair, deepening the kiss. My hand skimmed up and down her arm and she shivered. I picked her up, never breaking off the kiss, carrying her with ease towards the bed and placing her down like she was a fragile piece of glass. I wriggled her nightgown up and over her head, throwing it carelessly behind her, my eyes hungrily devouring her body. She tried to cover her breasts with her hands and I gently pried them away. “You’re beautiful” I growled, pushing her down onto the bed. I kissed the nape of her neck, her earlobe, her collarbone, and down her breasts as she inhaled sharply. I could smell her arousal now, my c**k becoming hard and erect.
My hand gently stroked her n****e and then I twirled my tongue around it, making her arch her back and cry out in pleasure.
“Grant” she whimpered.
“Relax” I whispered “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you” I promised. I’d die before that ever happened.
I continued to kiss her all over, down her stomach, down her legs, along the inside of her thighs, my fingers slowly hooking underneath her panties and sliding them off as she trembled. I was careful to pry her legs apart extremely slowly, as she watched wide-eyed, stroking her folds with my fingers as she panted and mewled like a little kitten. I bent my head down and slowly licked her clit with my tongue. She shuddered.
“Oh god Grant” she moaned.
I circled her clit, over and over, in a soft figure-eight motion, increasing the intensity and pressure over time as she relaxed more, her legs spreading of her own accord. Her juices were flowing and she was nice and wet.
Slowly I inserted a finger inside of her. She stiffened slightly and then relaxed. I began to push it in and out of her as I continued to tongue her.
“Does that feel good?” I asked her.
She nodded, biting her lip. She was scrabbling and clutching at the bedsheets. I continued to move my finger in and out, feeling how slick she was, before slowly adding a second one, her hips beginning to rise and move up and down slightly. She was panting, her breathing shallow. I felt her body beginning to tense and knew she was close. I curled my fingers up and darted my tongue against her clit as she bucked on the bed.
I felt her walls clench tightly around my fingers and drew in a breath, her scream echoing around the room, as she called out my name “Grant” her orgasm tearing through her, her body stiffening and then flopping back onto the bed as I slowly and gently withdrew my fingers from inside of her. I moved back to her and kissed her on the lips as she groaned and skimmed my hands up and down her body. I got off the bed and took my clothes off as she watched me with a dazed expression on her face.
I saw her eyes widen and alarm cross her face as she saw the size of me. Evidently, I was bigger than what she was used to. I came back over and stared her right in the eyes as she looked at me nervously. “We can stop,” I told her “You don’t have any obligations to continue.”
She shook her head. “No, I want to, I’m just worried that it won’t fit,” she said weakly.
“Let me worry about that” I breathed, kissing her again and then moving down her body, sucking lightly on her breast as she turned her head and made soft little cries that turned me on even more. My hands never stopped touching her, skimming along her body and caressing her. I wanted her as aroused as possible so that it didn’t hurt. The thought of causing pain to my mate made me feel sick to my stomach.
I took my time, even though I was so hard it was practically painful. This was all about her. My fingers reached down and gently rubbed her clit again as she whimpered again.
“Please Grant” she begged, her voice husky and filled with a twinge of desperation now “Please, I need you inside me,” she said thickly, her eyes full of desire.
I stopped rubbing and lined myself up at her entrance. I parted her folds with my fingers and then ever so slowly, guided the tip of my c**k inside of her as she tensed automatically. I paused. She writhed. “More” she moaned.
I pushed in a little more and then paused again. She was wet, making my entrance easier. She raised her hips. “It doesn’t hurt,” she said rather incredulously, her eyes shining “Please, Grant, more” she begged.
I pushed in two-thirds of the way as she gasped and her mouth fell open. She panted. “I’m almost there” I breathed and then sank in all the way as she flung her head back and wrapped her legs around my waist. f**k she was tight. I held myself perfectly still, allowing her to adjust to my size. I was practically shaking with the effort of forcing myself not to move.
“You can move” she whispered, her eyes fixed on me.
I slowly pulled out and then pushed back in, her lips curving into a smile. I watched her reactions as I continued, her face turning into one of a woman feeling the throes of passion and pleasure. Her nails dug into my back, clawing and scratching as her pleasure began to build and I began to thrust inside of her a little harder and faster.
“Oh god, oh god” she cried, her hips moving back and forth in rhythm to my own. “Grant” she sobbed “It’s too much, I can’t handle it” she whimpered.
“Yes, you can” I whispered, pushing back a loose tendril of hair behind her ear “I have you baby girl, just let yourself go.”
I adjusted the angle and she moaned even louder. Her legs wrapped tighter around me and she dragged her nails down my back instinctively. I hissed, the pain mixing with the pleasure. Her head flung backward and her eyes closed as she screamed out my name, her walls clenching tightly around my c**k as I thrust in even harder, prolonging the orgasm which tore through her and caused her to shriek over and over again, until she finally collapsed back on the bed, looking dazed.
I began to pound into her. “Am I hurting you?” I said with gritted teeth, ready to halt.
She shook her head, her legs still wrapped around me. I began to f**k her hard, her mouth opening in a large wide O of surprise. Her legs quivered. I could feel myself coming close, but I was determined to wring one last orgasm out of her. I reached down and began to lightly rub her clit as she arched her back and hissed.
“Grant” she sobbed “Oh god, oh, oh no” she cried, her body tensing and another orgasm rippling through her.
I cursed. She was so damn tight that it tipped me right over the damn edge. I came, spilling my seed inside of her with one last thrust, before slowly pulling out and collapsing next to her on the bed. I reached for her, cuddling her close.
“I never knew it could be like that” she admitted.
I kissed her on the head. “Thank you,” I told her gravely and she looked at me “I know it can’t have been easy relinquishing control like that and having me on top of you. I haven’t taken it for granted, the trust you just showed in me” I told her, as she nuzzled against me, touched at the gift she’d given me “and I will make sure you never feel unsafe or hurt again.”