Traded To The Cruel Alpha - Chapter 105: Chapter 105
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Serafine POV
I'm still half laid on him, my breath still catching in my throat. Every inch of my body aches, from the sheer depth of him, from the way he shattered me and then pieced me back together like it was the most simple thing.
My skin is slick with sweat and the lingering magic of our bond, and I can still feel him pulsing inside of me. The knot hasn't released yet. It's keeping me bound to him.
There's nothing left in me to give to him now. I feel hollow, but also full at the same time. I'm stretched wide open by the claiming, and still raw from the way he marked me again, his teeth still echo on my skin, like a memory that is too fresh to fade.
I let my head rest on his body, my cheek presses against the steady thump of his heart. The rhythm seems to soothe me, each beat grounds me in the present, in him and in the fact that he's here now, and not going anywhere.
His hands are gentle now, stroking the length of my spine, his fingers move in a slow and lazy pattern, like he's tracing every place he's already conquered.
“I should be angry at you,” I murmur, the words slipping out even though I'm breathless and hazy. “For not letting me come… for holding me there for so long.”
His hand stills suddenly on my back, and I can feel his chest rumble with a quiet and wicked laugh. "You asked me for it, you asked me to make you beg, Serafine. You gave yourself to me with those words, more than once." His voice lowers to almost a growl, so low it curls around my bones. "I was simply giving you what you needed."
Part of me wants to argue, but I can't. Not when his knot is still inside of me, not when the echo of his voice through his chest into my body makes my skin tighten. Slowly, the knot begins to ease, and the pressure fades, releasing my body, as I breathe slowly. It's a strange kind of ache that the emptiness leaves behind when his knot is going.
A whimper slips from my lips. I can't stop it; it's sharp and quiet and laced with grief of separation.
“I know,” he says, his lips brushing my temple. “You miss it already. But I’m not finished with you yet.”
I don't get a chance to ask what he means because he shifts below me. He lifts me easily and lays me back against the pillows. The moment his knot slips free entirely, I shiver from the loss, but then his hands are on me, spreading my thighs again. The look in his eyes tells me everything.
I know now, Xander is far from done.
“Xander, I—” I try to push myself up, but my limbs feel like liquid. They're too weak to hold me. “I’m exhausted… I can’t take any more.”
He smiles at me, it's dark and feral, then he moves down the bed, and drags my legs over his broad shoulders. His hands grip my thighs, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he lowers his mouth to my aching core.
"You gave me your body, after I hurt you," he murmurs, his breath hot against my oversensitive skin. "Now I’m going to give you something in return."
His tongue touches me, and I jolt. I gasp and my fingers fist into the sheets as a sob tears from my throat. I'm already too raw and open, every nerve ending is already stripped bare. Yet, his tongue moves with reverence and hunger, slow and thorough. It's like he's savoring the taste of me, as if I'm his final meal.
"You taste like sin," he growls, the vibrations of his words send tremors through my body. "Like something I'll never get enough of."
“Xander... please,” I cry, though I don’t know if I’m begging him to stop or to keep going. I'm a mess, I'm not sure anymore what I actually want.
He doesn’t answer me with words. He answers with his mouth.
He begins to suck and lick, and devour, his tongue stroking in maddening circles as his lips drag over the aching bundle of nerves he's already broke apart. His arms slide beneath my thighs to lock me against him, and stop me from squirming away, even as my body thrashes, and my voice rises in a high and wrecked moan.
“I can’t,” I sob, trembling beneath him, tears streaking hot and helpless down the sides of my face. “Xander, I... I can’t take it.”
"Yes you can," he growls, lifting his head enough to meet my gaze. His lips are slick with my release, his eyes are dark and wild, but full of brutal tenderness. "You're going to take everything. Every kiss, every moan, every scream. I'll make you feel worshipped until you forget how to breathe without my name in your mouth.
His tongue flicks against me again, faster now, and cruel in its precision. My body arches off the bed in response. The pressure builds too quickly, like a wave rising behind broken glass. I can’t stop it, and I can’t hold it back.
“You’re going to come,” he growls against me, sucking my clit between his lips. “You’re going to scream for me, and then I’m going to do it all over again.”
“Xander—” I cry, and then I’m gone.
Pleasure detonates inside of me, it's fire and lightning tearing through my body as it convulses around the orgasm he wrings from me. He uses nothing but his mouth, and I scream, every muscle locking tight as I seize around the sensation, but he doesn't stop.
He doesn’t even pause. I twist, sobbing and shaking, trying to pull away, but he growls and pins me down, dragging another wave of pleasure from me with his ruthless tongue and relentless hands.
“Don’t run from it,” he murmurs, his voice thick with devotion and need. “You were made for this, you were made for me.”
My vision goes white around the edges, as stars burst behind my eyes when I come again, this time is harder than before. My body is breaking apart in his arms like it belongs to him, which it does. It always has.
I think I scream again and I think I beg. But the words make no sense anymore.
He keeps going, another orgasm tears through me, followed by another and another, he keeps going until there's nothing left. There's sound, light and my trembling limbs, my body feels like smoke and my soul feels unmade. I don't even realise that I'm slipping away until the edges of the world blur and begin to fade.
The last thing I feel is his mouth on me, his arms wrapped around my thighs, and the sound of my own voice echoing in the hollow space between stars. Exhaustion hits too hard, so hard that I can no longer fight it off.
Then there's nothing but darkness.
I'm still half laid on him, my breath still catching in my throat. Every inch of my body aches, from the sheer depth of him, from the way he shattered me and then pieced me back together like it was the most simple thing.
My skin is slick with sweat and the lingering magic of our bond, and I can still feel him pulsing inside of me. The knot hasn't released yet. It's keeping me bound to him.
There's nothing left in me to give to him now. I feel hollow, but also full at the same time. I'm stretched wide open by the claiming, and still raw from the way he marked me again, his teeth still echo on my skin, like a memory that is too fresh to fade.
I let my head rest on his body, my cheek presses against the steady thump of his heart. The rhythm seems to soothe me, each beat grounds me in the present, in him and in the fact that he's here now, and not going anywhere.
His hands are gentle now, stroking the length of my spine, his fingers move in a slow and lazy pattern, like he's tracing every place he's already conquered.
“I should be angry at you,” I murmur, the words slipping out even though I'm breathless and hazy. “For not letting me come… for holding me there for so long.”
His hand stills suddenly on my back, and I can feel his chest rumble with a quiet and wicked laugh. "You asked me for it, you asked me to make you beg, Serafine. You gave yourself to me with those words, more than once." His voice lowers to almost a growl, so low it curls around my bones. "I was simply giving you what you needed."
Part of me wants to argue, but I can't. Not when his knot is still inside of me, not when the echo of his voice through his chest into my body makes my skin tighten. Slowly, the knot begins to ease, and the pressure fades, releasing my body, as I breathe slowly. It's a strange kind of ache that the emptiness leaves behind when his knot is going.
A whimper slips from my lips. I can't stop it; it's sharp and quiet and laced with grief of separation.
“I know,” he says, his lips brushing my temple. “You miss it already. But I’m not finished with you yet.”
I don't get a chance to ask what he means because he shifts below me. He lifts me easily and lays me back against the pillows. The moment his knot slips free entirely, I shiver from the loss, but then his hands are on me, spreading my thighs again. The look in his eyes tells me everything.
I know now, Xander is far from done.
“Xander, I—” I try to push myself up, but my limbs feel like liquid. They're too weak to hold me. “I’m exhausted… I can’t take any more.”
He smiles at me, it's dark and feral, then he moves down the bed, and drags my legs over his broad shoulders. His hands grip my thighs, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he lowers his mouth to my aching core.
"You gave me your body, after I hurt you," he murmurs, his breath hot against my oversensitive skin. "Now I’m going to give you something in return."
His tongue touches me, and I jolt. I gasp and my fingers fist into the sheets as a sob tears from my throat. I'm already too raw and open, every nerve ending is already stripped bare. Yet, his tongue moves with reverence and hunger, slow and thorough. It's like he's savoring the taste of me, as if I'm his final meal.
"You taste like sin," he growls, the vibrations of his words send tremors through my body. "Like something I'll never get enough of."
“Xander... please,” I cry, though I don’t know if I’m begging him to stop or to keep going. I'm a mess, I'm not sure anymore what I actually want.
He doesn’t answer me with words. He answers with his mouth.
He begins to suck and lick, and devour, his tongue stroking in maddening circles as his lips drag over the aching bundle of nerves he's already broke apart. His arms slide beneath my thighs to lock me against him, and stop me from squirming away, even as my body thrashes, and my voice rises in a high and wrecked moan.
“I can’t,” I sob, trembling beneath him, tears streaking hot and helpless down the sides of my face. “Xander, I... I can’t take it.”
"Yes you can," he growls, lifting his head enough to meet my gaze. His lips are slick with my release, his eyes are dark and wild, but full of brutal tenderness. "You're going to take everything. Every kiss, every moan, every scream. I'll make you feel worshipped until you forget how to breathe without my name in your mouth.
His tongue flicks against me again, faster now, and cruel in its precision. My body arches off the bed in response. The pressure builds too quickly, like a wave rising behind broken glass. I can’t stop it, and I can’t hold it back.
“You’re going to come,” he growls against me, sucking my clit between his lips. “You’re going to scream for me, and then I’m going to do it all over again.”
“Xander—” I cry, and then I’m gone.
Pleasure detonates inside of me, it's fire and lightning tearing through my body as it convulses around the orgasm he wrings from me. He uses nothing but his mouth, and I scream, every muscle locking tight as I seize around the sensation, but he doesn't stop.
He doesn’t even pause. I twist, sobbing and shaking, trying to pull away, but he growls and pins me down, dragging another wave of pleasure from me with his ruthless tongue and relentless hands.
“Don’t run from it,” he murmurs, his voice thick with devotion and need. “You were made for this, you were made for me.”
My vision goes white around the edges, as stars burst behind my eyes when I come again, this time is harder than before. My body is breaking apart in his arms like it belongs to him, which it does. It always has.
I think I scream again and I think I beg. But the words make no sense anymore.
He keeps going, another orgasm tears through me, followed by another and another, he keeps going until there's nothing left. There's sound, light and my trembling limbs, my body feels like smoke and my soul feels unmade. I don't even realise that I'm slipping away until the edges of the world blur and begin to fade.
The last thing I feel is his mouth on me, his arms wrapped around my thighs, and the sound of my own voice echoing in the hollow space between stars. Exhaustion hits too hard, so hard that I can no longer fight it off.
Then there's nothing but darkness.
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