Traded To The Cruel Alpha - Chapter 103: Chapter 103

Xander POV
The moment that she sinks onto me, everything inside of me fractures.
Her body is pure heat, velvet and home, all wrapped together in the most exquisite kind of agony. I grip her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her damp skin, as her walls pulse around me. Her pussy is fluttering like she's already teetering on the edge, but I don't move, not yet.
Even though I fucking ache to move, I don't.
Her head falls forward against my shoulder, and her breath comes in desperate pants against my neck. She's trembling, her fingers clutching at me like I'm what she needs right now to stay here and present.
I want to be the one who keeps her here, who she feels is the only one to keep her grounded, to be her anchor, her torment and her salvation all at once. My hand on her hip grinds her against me, going back and forth.
“Look at me,” I whisper. My voice is low and hoarse from holding back the need to claim her and knot her.
Lifting her head slowly, she faces me, her eyes are glassy with need, her lips parted, red and kiss-swollen. Beautiful, so fucking perfect, and she's mine.
"Do you feel it?" I ask her, my hand sliding up to grip her jaw. "Do you feel how your body opens for me? How it knows who I am, and who is meant to be inside of you?"
She nods, but I need more, I need her words.
“Say it.”
"It craves you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the water lapping over the sides of the bath. "My mate," she cries, getting closer to the edge.
A low growl rumbles through me, primal and satisfied. It vibrates through her where we're joined. "That's right, and I'm going to teach your body what it means. Every inch of it will learn. But not like this, not fast or rough. Not yet."
Running my hand down the curve of her back, I savour the way she shivers at my touch.
"You begged for this, Serafine. You begged me to make you remember, so I'm going to take my sweet fucking time."
Rolling my hips, just once, I make sure it's slow and deep, and the sound she makes is like a prayer dragged from her throat.
"You're so tight," I grit out, my voice becoming rougher. "So wet. Fuck... you feel like you were created for me."
Her body responds instantly and clenches around me as her hands clutch at my shoulders like she's drowning, and I'm the only solid thing left to hold onto.
I move again, just a small bit, dragging myself out until only the tip of me is inside of her, then I press back in again. I move slow enough to feel every inch of her, every flutter of her walls. She whimpers, her head falling back exposing her throat and arching it, the sight almost makes my control slip.
"You're close, already," I murmur, licking a line up her neck and tasting her sweat and heat from her skin. "I can feel it. You want to fall apart on me, don't you?"
She nods, helpless and desperate.
"Then beg again," I command, my voice dark. "Maybe I'll agree if you do a good enough job.
Her eyes open. "Please, Xander. Let me come, I need it—I need you.”
Thrusting into her slowly, I watch her face as her lips part, and her eyes flutter shut. "You need me?" I echo, before wrapping my hand around the back of her neck so I can pull her closer until our foreheads touch. "You'll always need me, Serafine. This bond doesn't care about fear, pride or past sins, it owns us now."
She moans as I thrust again, harder this time, but still with control and still holding back. I won't knot her, not yet, I want to claim her again, bite her and remark her, but not yet. Not until I've earned that part of her again, not until she's cried out my name so much I deserve it.
My hands slide down her spine, the water sloshes over the edge of the bath more as I move her against me, guiding her to take my cock.
Her hips find a rhythm of their own, rising and falling against mine. The sound of skin and skin is accompanied by the sound of the water lapping harshly. She's trembling, her body beginning to spiral, as her fingers dig into my arms.
My hands slide down her spine, water sloshing over the edge of the bath as I move her against me, guiding her with the kind of reverence that borders on worship.
“I’m close,” she whispers. “Please, Xander—please.”
Not yet, she's not allowed to yet. I still her hips with a brutal grip, and stop her from moving entirely, even as she sobs against me.
"Xander!" she cries, her voice full of need and disbelief. Her thighs are still quivering on either side of me, and her body is wound so tight that she's shaking, it's fucking poetic.
"No," I growl. Brushing my lips to her ear, I speak again, my voice low, and dangerous, but full of dark promise. "You don't get to come yet."
She lets out a broken sound, something between a whimper and a moan. I feel her body clench around me like she's trying to force it away, like the heat inside of her can't be denied anymore.
Cupping her jaw, I tilt her face to mine so I can see those beautiful, wild and desperate eyes that I missed.
"You need me to make you plead for it," I say. "You said you wanted me to make you beg, then claim you. Did you think I was going to let you fall apart that easily?"
Her lips tremble, and I see it, fuck, I can feel it! That fragile thread of her control is starting to fray; she's not just needy, she's undone, and I'm the one holding her together.
Swallowing, she tries to speak, but all that comes out is a soft and choked, "Please..."
Lifting my hips, I push deeper into her, slowly and deliberately, just to make her sob again.
"Please, what?" I ask. "You know what I need, I want you ruined for anything but this, for me!"
She shudders and her nails dig into my shoulder “ I-I want you to break me…”
Pressing my mouth to hers, I don't kiss her, I let her feel the power, heat and possession. "I will, but not yet, not until I've taken you apart, piece by piece."
I move again, still slow and deep, before pulling almost all the way out just to thrust back into her with a growl. She spasms around me, clenching me so tight that I have to close my eyes for a breath to stop me from losing that small bit of control I'm clinging to.
"I want you to feel every second of this," I whisper, and roll my hips into her. "I want your body to ache for me, even when I'm not inside of you. I want your thighs to tremble just from the memory."
She tries to move, to ride me, and chase the friction, but I grip her hips again, harder to stop her. Her breath catches as another broken sob escapes her lips.
“Don’t,” I command. “You don’t move, not until I say.”
She whimpers, but she obeys.
"Good girl."
Sliding a hand between us, my fingers brush near her clit. It's enough to make her pant, beg and writhe. She's trying so hard to be good, to listen and wait. She's trembling, though; she's on the verge of sobbing again.
Fuck... I love her like this.
Not just because of the power, not because she's mine and I can hold her here on the edge for as long as I want. No, it's because she trusts me with this, with her. She trusts me with her most vulnerable, raw and feral self, and she's given it all to me.
Kissing her throat, my tongue traces her pulse. "You're holding it back so well," I murmur, and her breath hitches again. "You're so desperate and obedient."
I thrust into her again, hard and slow, and she nearly screams from the feeling.
"You feel it, don't you?" I whisper. "You feel how close you are, how I'm keeping you right on the edge."
"Xander, I can't. I need to... please," she sobs.
My fingers pres against her clit, circling once in a firm and slow stroke just enough to make her hips jerk and a full-body tremor to ripple through her, but I don't let her fall.
I grab her and still her with a growl, and a hand around her throat.
“Not yet.”
She looks at me, her eyes meeting mine, wide and pleading as tears well in the corner. She looks so perfect like this, wrecked, open and all mine!
“Say it again,” I command. “Say you want your Alpha to break you.”
“I do,” she gasps, her voice cracking. “I want you to break me, Xander. Please... please, I need it, I need you.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her flush against me and thrust again, this time slow, deep and maddening. Her cries echo around us, as her body pulses around me. Her need is so thick now that I can feel it in the bond, begging for release.
I won't give it to her, not yet. She asked me to make her beg, and I plan to do that.