Traded To The Cruel Alpha - Chapter 104: Chapter 104

Xander POV
She's still trembling in my arms. Her body slick with sweat and steam, and the weight of the unbearable edge of denial. I can feel her pulse fluttering against my palm like a trapped bird as it rests against her throat. I know how close she is again, one more stroke, one more breath that is too deep, and she will break.
I don't want her to, though, not yet, not here.
The bath isn't enough, I need space, I need her open on the bed beneath me. I need her spread out and sobbing where I can take my time and show her what it truly means to beg.
Tightening my arms around her, I press a kiss to the hollow of her throat before standing. I lift her with me effortlessly. She gasps as the cool air brushes her skin. Her legs cling around my waist, and her arms wrap around my shoulders. I can still feel the small, desperate tremors shaking her.
"You did so well," I murmur against her wet hair as I carry her through to the room. "Holding back for me, letting me keep you right on that edge."
She whimpers against my neck, but says nothing. Her lips brush my skin, her breathing still uneven, broken and helpless.
I move to the bed, and lay her down in the center. Her hair is spread out across the pillows, and her legs fall open for me without a single command.
When her eyes find mine, they are stormy and ruined but perfect, and I see it there. That wild need, the bond that never dulled, not even in the distance we had.
Kneeling between her thighs, I drag my hand slowly from her knee up to her hip, and watch the goosebumps ripple across her skin.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this," I growl, low and reverent. "Open, waiting and ready for me."
“Xander…” she whispers, but it’s not a protest, it's more longing and surrender.
I reach down and stroke the length of my cock once, slowly, just to keep the pressure steady, and her eyes follow the movement like she’s hypnotised. She’s still pulsing from earlier, her slickness glistening between her thighs, and my mouth waters with the need to taste her. To make her come with nothing but my tongue and the weight of my voice.
Not yet, though.
Climbing over her, I brace my arms on either side of her head. I let the tip of my cock brush through her folds without entering. She arches up into me, desperate for friction, but I hold still, making her feel every second of denial.
"You think I'm cruel for this, for not knotting you straight away," I murmur, before leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of her lips. "But I'm not doing this to punish you."
She nods, eyes half-lidded. “I know…”
"Good. I'm doing it because you asked me to. Because you want this, you begged me to make you fall apart."
“I did,” she breathes, and the sound is half a moan. “Please, Xander…”
"I'm not going to knot you," I whisper, my eyes holding hers hostage, while I let the weight of my words settle. "Not until I've earned every part of you again. Not until I know your body is so used to mine that it craves the knot like it's the only way to breathe."
Gasping, she wraps her legs tighter around my waist as her nails rake down my back. She arches up, trying to take more and force it.
But I don't give her what she craves, no hard and fast movements. Instead, I sink into her slowly, inch by inch, slowly and agonisingly. Groaning, I feel her walls pulse and flutter around me.
"Fuck," I growl before burying my face against her throat. "You're still holding on, still gripping me so tight like you don't want me to pull out of you. Just relax."
"I'm trying," she sobs as her fingers claw at my shoulders.
"I know, but I'm not done with you yet."
Moving, I set a rhythm, slow, deep and devastating. My hips grind against hers with every thrust I make, while I angle it just right, ensuring I brush the places inside of her that have her crying out. Her moans rise in pitch, and her body trembles under mine, every muscle straining for release.
“Please,” she gasps. “Please let me—”
Gripping her wrists, I pin them above her head, my pace never faltering. "Not until I say," I hiss against her mouth. "I want you sobbing for it, I want your voice so damn raw because of how bad you need to come."
Nodding wildly, she stares at me with tears slipping from the corners of her eyes as her body rocks with mine. "Then make me," she chokes out. "Please, Xander, just make me."
I will, because I'm going to tear her apart, one beautiful, perfect stroke at a time. My hips begin to speed up now. I keep going, for hours, pushing her to the limit just to drag her back before she can fall over it.
Her heat is choking me, it's only getting stronger the longer I go for, but it's fucking addictive.
She's trembling more, like she's about to come undone in my hands. Her body is slick, flushed and wrecked with the need that I've drawn out of her until she can't breathe. Her eyes are glassy, wide and begging, not for release, but for me, for this.
"You're right there, aren't you?" I murmur, my voice low and cruel. I can feel it. "One more stroke and you'll shatter, but I told you, Serafine... I decide when you break."
Her mouth parts as a silent sob breaks free, and her hips jerk beneath mine as she tries to force friction. She's trying to push herself over the edge that I've been teasing her with for hours. My hands move and grip her hips, ensuring I hold her down as I thrust deep and slow, grinding and unforgiving.
"Please," she gasps, her voice rough and almost gone entirely. "Xander, I can't... I can't take any more."
"You'll take everything I'm giving you," I growl, locking my eyes on hers. "You asked me to make you beg, and you're still not begging the way I want you to."
"Then tell me what you want!" she cries, her tears streaking down her cheeks. "I'll say it, I'll scream it. Just... please..."
Leaning down, my mouth brushes her ear as I thrust harder and deeper before angling to ensure her body seizes beneath mine. "Say you want me to ruin you."
"I want it," she sobs. "I want you to ruin me, only you, Xander. I want you to break me apart so no one else wants me, I want you to claim me."
"That's it," I groan as my control snaps like a frayed wire. I slam into her, driving myself to the hilt as her body convulses around me. Her scream echoes in the space between us. The moment she does, it's long the bond erupts with fire and lightening.
The connection between us pulses with raw unfiltered need.
"You're mine," I snarl, as the pressure inside of me coils tighter and becomes aching. "No more distance, no more running, no more doubt, I'll claim you again."
I feel the swell begin at the base of my cock, thickening and locking deep inside her.
Crying out, her body stretches to take me, her back arching off the bed, as her hands claw at my back, but she doesn't fight it, because she wants this.
Her legs wrap around my waist as I knot her, sealing her to me. Her body milks my release, pulse after pulse as I flood her, marking her from the inside out.
Leaning down, I bite her. My teeth sink into the old mark on her neck, piercing through the skin and magic, and the bond ignites. It doesn't flicker or burn; it detonates. The power rushes through both of us, ancient and consuming. I feel her soul tether to mine again, stronger than it's ever been.
She screams as I bite down, her climax ripping through her again, more violent and raw than the last. Her fingers fist into my hair, as her entire body quakes beneath mine.
“I’ll never let you go again,” I growl against her skin, as I push deeper, wanting to stay as deep as possible. “Not after this. Not after you gave me everything.”
She gasps, her eyes glazing as her lips tremble. "You... you never stopped being mine, Xander, even when I hated you, even when I wanted to forget... My soul still knew."
Pulling back, I look at her. My knot still locks us together, with her body trembling beneath mine. She looks at me like I'm the only truth she has left.
“Then remember this,” I say, brushing my fingers through her damp hair. “You’ll never beg for anyone else. You’ll never break for anyone else. You’re mine, Serafine. Always.”
“Always,” she echoes, her voice full of certainty. “You make me burn, and I’ll still come back to you. I always will.”
That settles me, and the bond seems to hum heavy and alive between us.
I hold her, still inside her, still bound, I know this isn’t just a claiming, it's a promise, I can't mess up again.