Page 49 of Alpha's Rejected Warrior
I settle between her thighs with a carefulness that I hope communicates what words can’t. I brace on one forearm, guiding myself to her entrance, and pause there. The tip of my cock presses against her heat, not pushing in. A question lingers in my eyes. Another chance to choose.
Rhiannon wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me in.
I enter her slowly. It’s a long, steady movement that lets us both feel every inch. Her eyes close and her lips part on a silent exhale. My forehead drops to hers, and for a moment we’re completely still. Bonded. The fullness, the closeness of being inside her, it coheres into a sensation sorightthat something in my chest gives way.
We begin to move together.
Slowly. Purposefully. In one, fluid rolling motion. My hips draw back and push forward in long, deep strokes. Rhiannon matches me, her hips rising to meet each thrust, her hands gripping my back. Every motion feels intentional, and I pour everything I can’t say into it.
My mouth finds the sensitive spot below her ear that I remember from last time. I press my lips there and whisper against her skin, broken and honest.
“You’re everything.”
I shift my angle, making a small adjustment in response to the catch in her breath, the digging of her nails, and each thrust glides across a spot that makes her gasp. Her nails bite harder into my shoulders. She breathes my name, gasping and unraveling, and hearing that nearly makes me lose it entirely.
We find a pace that builds. It’s still not rushed, but insistent now, urgent in depth rather than speed. Her legs tighten around my waist. Her hand slides to the base of my skull, her fingers threading into my hair.
We kiss, but keep breaking apart because neither of us can maintain focus on anything but the sheer pleasure. We breathe against each other’s mouths in the space between us, our foreheads pressed together, eyes half-open, watching each other fall apart from inches away.
Rhiannon breaks first.
I sense it before I hear it. Her inner walls narrow in rhythmic waves, and then there’s the sound. A moan pulled from behind her sternum, raw and unguarded, rises from her through the trees without her trying to stifle it.
She lets me hear it.
She lets me see her. Her eyes half-closed, throat exposed, every defense stripped away. Moonlight glints off the sweat on her collarbone. Her brow is creased not in pain but in total immersion.
I already know that this memory of her will outlast everything else I’ve ever seen.
Her body pulls me in so deep I lose the boundary between where I end and she begins, and the sensation drags me over the edge.
I bury myself to the hilt and come with her name on my lips, shuddering against her. The orgasm empties me completely, not just in the physical sense, but in the release of some reservoir of loneliness I’ve carried so long I forgot it was there.
Then, still inside her, my face pressed against her neck, there’s a feeling I can’t explain.
It’s like something finally settling into place, like a puzzle piece clicking into the spot it was always meant for.
A rhythm that isn’t mine is beating in perfect sync with my own, in my chest, my throat, and every other inch of skin that’s pressed against hers. I can’t tell which heartbeat belongs to me. There’s just one beat, shared, locked together like two frequencies finding each other along the same wavelength.
It should alarm me, but it doesn’t.
I tuck it somewhere in my mind betweenimpossibleandof course. It’s like gravity in the way it justis.
I could overthink it, but I hold her tighter instead.
Chapter 19 — Ethan
We’re lying here under the stars, as naked as Adam and Eve in the Garden. I cradle Rhiannon’s wolf-warm body as she sleeps peacefully in my arms, willing the sun to take its time rising.
It’s still hours before dawn, but I keep wondering if she’ll suddenly get up, put her clothes back on, and head off to training as if nothing happened.
She doesn’t owe me anything, but I guess I just don’t want this to end. Last time was wild, frantic. But this time, it was different. More real than anything I’ve known. As if our souls became connected.
God, I sound like a crazy person.
I tuck a strand of hair behind Rhiannon’s ear as she stirs against my chest. Her golden-brown eyes flutter open, catching the starlight.
“Can we just stay here forever?” I ask, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Forget about Kortan, the summit. . .all of it.”
