Railed By The Alpha

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

At his vulnerability, I found myself melting. Unspoken words found their way to my ears. I heard everything I wanted to hear. He groaned into my mouth, grasping my hips, and pulling me closer to him. I wrapped myself around him, my fingers slipped into his hair and his teeth dug into my lower lip.

My breathing became uneven, staggered. My eyes remained closed. My dress rose up to my thighs and my legs folded beside his. Sweat built at the back of my neck. My chest rose heavily and dropped. The slick, sloppy kisses lasted longer than I thought they would. When out of breath, I pulled my mouth away from his and found his golden eyes burning deep into mine.

Suddenly, there was nothing more I wanted except to live in this moment, over and over again. The pull was strong, and it finally made sense why I was being dragged to him repeatedly.

I drew my hand away from his hair. Heavy breaths escaped my parted lips. Blood pumped in my ears as my heartbeat quickened. "How many people have you killed?" I asked, rasping, and eager to know.

His fingers dug into my back, he forced me forward, over him. "More than you can imagine, ciccio." He didn't give me an exact answer. "Doesn't matter anymore." He paused, slipping one hand into my hair, and pulling back a fist of it. My neck stretched. "You're willingly sitting over my dick. I don't think you want to know anything I've done but only what I'm going to do to you."

He pulled aside the collar of my dress, exposing my barely covered chest and nuzzled into my neck. His bristled jaw brushed against my neck before I found his mouth kissing my sensitive flesh. A terrible, frustrating ache spread through my body like a wildfire. My nerves tightened. He pulled me forward and restrained me over his lap.

My underwear brushed through his pants; my sex drenched now. I rode him and felt his cock stiffen in his pants. I moaned at the rising tension in my body. For more than a week, I had been craving his touch and now, he was here, touching me. The pressure between my legs only rose.

He closed his mouth around my nipple while wrapping his hand around the other one. I bit down on my lip, arching my back as my sex pressed against his roughly, nearing a release. His sharp teeth pricked at my nub, and I whimpered while my entire body trembled in pleasure.

Golden eyes met mine. "Tell me you're mine, tell me what I want to hear." He parted his mouth from my breast while rubbing them gently with his hands and occasionally pinching my nipples. He lowered his mouth to the middle of my chest and placed wet kisses all over my neck, driving me crazy.

I pursed my lips shut and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. When he received no response, he dug his fingers into my hips and gripped me roughly.

"Tell me what I want to hear." His voice grew wild, different.

My heart jumped as he stood from the couch and tossed me onto the bed. The mattress bounced underneath me while my sex clenched hard.

His large body frame came over mine and his hand went straight over my throat, fingers wrapping tightly around it, constricting my breathing. His eyes flashed red. Every muscle in my body quivered as I looked up at him.

"Tell me, Rebekah, or I swear you'll watch me as I fuck someone else in front of you." He lowered himself to me and pushed my legs apart. "I have been patient enough. A fucking week was more than enough. Wasn't it?"

"Yes," I choked out.

His grip on my throat loosened. "Good—"

"I'm yours."

The expression over his face changed in the span of a few seconds. The gold in his irises returned and the red disappeared as if it was never there. A grin spread over his face, and before my eyes, I saw him entirely change—everything about him.

He looped his arm underneath my head and his mouth neared mine. "I want to hear that again." He waited, a different excitement in his voice.

My legs trembled lightly under him. "I'm yours, Christopher," I whispered, accepting him and losing myself.

My body was on fire—I was on fire, and I could not keep running away from something that was already written in my fate. I wanted him, no matter how many times I had been denying the ever-growing feelings I had for him.

His thumb ran across my lower lip while his eyes darkened as I repeated the words he had been dying to hear. "Fuck." Before placing his lips against mine, he mumbled under his breath. "You've no idea what you've done to me."

As he kissed me, I slipped my hands under his shirt and closed my eyes. Muffled moans of pleasure vibrated through my throat. There was nothing more beyond him. My legs curled around his waist. He kissed me with delight and gently, as if he was savoring every taste and touch before he began spreading bites over my lips and then lower to my chest.

Needy, I thrust my hips toward his, wanting him inside me instantly, needing a release. Heat rushed straight into my core and settled there, aching.

He pulled the sleeves of the dress down and pushed the hem of the dress up to my waist before pulling my underwear down to my ankles. He squeezed my breast in his hand and I moaned when his mouth fell between my legs, nearing my drenched pussy.

"Just fuck me, Christopher," I begged, arching while gripping his shirt roughly.

"Shh," he whispered while running a finger down my slit while his hand remained tight around my breast, flicking my nipple. "I need to make sure you can bear me, my knot. I want your pussy fucking dripping." His tongue lapped against my sensitive folds, and my toes curled.

Without a warning, he pushed in his large fingers at once, curling them inside, stroking my sweet spot and forcing me to scream for him. My muscles tightened instantly around his fingers. He sucked on my swollen clit violently while drawing his fingers in and out of my throbbing pussy. The pleasure heightened, growing in my belly even more, wanting to explode.

"Oh, I'm going to come," I rasped, drawing my knees together, hoping to hold it for longer.

He pushed my legs apart and looked up. His mouth glistened with my wetness and his eyes filled with rage. "Close your legs again and I'll tie them up, ciccio," he warned before diving back in, eating my pussy as if he had been starved for months and months while it had only been a week.

I threw my head back, staring up at the ceiling while shocks of pleasure pulsed out of me. Wave after wave, I finished, exploding in his mouth and over his fingers uncontrollably as he didn't stop.

When he pulled out his fingers, my wetness pooled out along with them. He raised himself up from between my legs and dropped his mouth over my mine, letting me taste my juices. His tongue ravished my mouth just as it had ravished my pussy a few moments ago. Everything became a blur. I couldn't think of anything but the awaiting pleasure, him, his mark, his knot.

My body was already numb, and my pussy swollen.

He parted his mouth from mine and traced his wet fingers over my lower lip. "Taste yourself, the last of yourself, because after today, all of you will be mine."

I almost finished again.

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