Page 32 of Alpha's Rejected Warrior
The blunt heat of his tip slides through my slick folds, and my thighs tighten on instinct. Every nerve ending fires at once. I savor the feeling and do it again, slower, coating him. The friction makes my breath stall in my chest. Ethan’s jaw locks tight. His hands grip my hips.
I sink down on him slowly.
The feeling steals every thought from my head. Inch by inch, he fills me. The pressure, thefullnessof him, borders on overwhelming. We both go still for a moment. Ethan’s hands grip my thighs, his fingers pressing hard into my skin, and I watch his jaw clenching, his throat working as he swallows. His chest rises and falls beneath my palms in sharp, barely controlled breaths.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
I roll my hips experimentally. Just testing.
The sound he makes — low and rough, pulled from somewhere deep in his chest — sends a jolt of arousal through me so intense it almost hurts.
I move again, slowly at first, lifting and sinking in a rhythm that glides him against the spot inside me that makes my vision blur around the edges. My thighs begin to burn, but I don’t care.
The whole time, Ethan watches me.
He’s not trying to size me up or figure out how to flip me beneath him, as a Lycan man would. He’s gazing at me with that devastatingly quiet focus he gives to everything. Those green eyes track every shift in my expression, every catch in my breath,every involuntary gripping of my fingers against his skin. When I grind forward on a downstroke and my lips part, he adjusts the angle of his hips to meet me.
I gasp. He does it again. Deliberately. Because henoticedwhat it does to me.
I’ve had sex. I’ve had good sex. But I’ve never had someonelearnme like this, like my pleasure is a language he’s determined to become fluent in.
The pace builds. I ride him harder, chasing the tightening knot low in my belly, and Ethan sits up. His cock goes deeper, hitting the back of my walls with a force that punches the air from my lungs and wrenches a cry from my throat.
His arm loops around my waist, pulling me flush against him, chest to chest, and the angle allows my clit to press against his pelvis with every thrust. My forehead drops against his. Our breath mingles, both our eyes half-closed.
“Rhiannon,” he groans.
Just my name. Not Commander. Not any title. Justme, spoken like it matters.
The pressure inside me builds past the point of bearing.
I dig my fingers into his back and come apart.
My orgasm is fast and total, a rushing wave that releases a raw, ragged cry from my throat before I can swallow it. My inner walls grip him in rhythmic pulses, my thighs locking tight against his hips, my body shaking with a force I can’t fight or hide or control.
Ethan holds me through it. His arm wraps tighter around my waist, his hand pressed between my shoulder blades, keeping me anchored to his chest while he keeps moving. His slow, deep thrusts drag against every over-sensitized nerve and coax my orgasm into a rolling aftershock, drawing a second broken sound from me that takes me by surprise.
My nails rake down his back.
Ethan’s rhythm fractures then. His hips stutter once, then twice. He’s driving himself deeper inside me, and then he groans into the curve of my neck. The sound is muffled against my skin, but unmistakable, completely unguarded. All that careful attention and quiet control is stripped away in an instant, leaving nothing but the raw sound of him losing himself in pleasure.
His arms crush me against him and his whole body shudders.
The rush of his warm release floods through me as I hold still, my fingers still curved inside the scored skin of his back while each aftershock moves through him into me. A fierce, private satisfaction sings within me.Idid that. I unmade him. The knowledge of it glows in my chest like an ember.
Slowly, the strain fades from both of us.
Ethan doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He just breathes against my skin with his forehead pressed into my shoulder, his arms still woven around me.
My wolf goes quiet. Not the type of quiet that is brooding or wary. She’s safe. Settled. There’s a deep, bone-level stillness that I haven’t had in so very long.
And it terrifies me.
For a moment, my mind flits to the implications and consequences of what we just did.
But I shut it down.Not tonight.
For now, I just let him hold me, and hate how much I don’t want him to let me go.
