Peaches

XXXVII

I wake in the middle of the night to find only one side of our bed filled. I look over to Raphael who's sleeping peacefully, his eyes fluttering as he dreams. The other side of me feels cold and empty. I look at the empty mattress imprint. I softly kiss Raphael on the lips before getting out of bed in my journey to find Adam. I tip toe across the floor and quietly open it before freezing when the door hinges screech. I look back to Raphael who stirs but remains in place. As I creep out of the room, the house remains quiet. I descend down the staircase, steadying my weak legs by gripping the rail. That's when I hear it. In the distance I hear soft melodic piano playing and I know it's Adam. He used to play piano as a child but gave it up after Lola died. I follow the tapping of the keys until the grand piano comes into view. I take in the beautiful sight. Adam sits with messy hair, wearing nothing but his boxers, engrossed in tickling the ivories. I gaze in adoration. I watch him for a while but once his piece is finished he looks up to me with his sparkling eyes.
"Hi," I say.
"Hi," he replies.
"Couldn't sleep?" I ask.
In response he doesn't say anything. He takes the lid of the piano and shuts it carefully. I wonder towards him, my feet dragging across the floor slightly. I place myself between him and the piano, leaning against it. Reaching my hand out, I graze his cheek with my thumb.
"I didn't mean to wake you," he says.
"You didn't, what's wrong?" I ask softly.
He sighs and buries his face in my lap. "You have no idea how much I love you. If you didn't wake up, I thought I would die."
I softly touch his chin and guide his sparkling eyes back to mine.
"But I did," I say. "I told you, I'm not going anywhere."
He looks at me softly but his gaze is quickly taken by an intensity I only recognise from the bedroom. He stands and lifts me so I'm sitting on the piano before grabbing my face and engulfing me in an intense kiss. He doesn't wait long before slipping his hands beneath my knees and placing my feet on the piano, leaving my legs wide open. His hands go down and begin rubbing my clit through my shorts while never breaking our kiss. I break it to softly moan and arch my back against the piano. He wastes no time tugging at my shirt and I raise my arms to let him remove it. He tosses it and swiftly begins his attack on my neck, kissing only his mark on my right side. I moan at the sweet pressure I feel below from his kisses. His hands massage my breasts, making my clit tingle in excitement while he starts sucking my neck. He moves his kisses downwards until he's on his knees, face between my thighs. He grips my thighs hard while looking at me devilishly and rips the thin fabric of my shorts, exposing me. His thumb rubs my clit up and down while he looks up like he's studying my expressions. Swiftly, he slips his thumb inside me. I moan. Like the impatient man he is, he removes it and places his mouth over my pussy, sucking my clit with ferocity. I cry out in pleasure as he pushes my legs further apart. He rotated between teasing me with the tip of his tongue and running it flat over my sweet spots. I stretch my hand out and wrap it in his hair.
"Fuck," I gasp as he sucks my clit. "Fuck yes Alpha."
He removes one of his hands from my thighs and wastes not time slamming into me with two fingers while still pleasuring my bud with his tongue.
"Please," I pant. "Please."
He stills, getting up from his knees and standing. He plunges his fingers back into me and resumes his torturous pace.
"Please what?" He asks.
"I want more please Alpha," I say between shallow breaths. I look into his dark commanding eyes with my light pleading ones.
He doesn't even bother removing his boxers before exposing his length and plunging it into me.
"Fuck," I scream, grabbing his back and digging my nails in. He doesn't give me a minute to adjust before pumping in and out of me savagely.
I rest my head on his shoulders as he grabs my  thighs and spreading them further, pushing himself deeper until I feel him ruining my insides. I angle my head and begin kissing his neck trying to match his violence. I suck and I kiss as he groans, his pace never faltering. I scrape my canines along his neck waiting for approval from my Alpha.
"Yes baby yes," he says, slipping a hand into my hair, pushing me further into his neck. I bite down feeling the metallic blood coat my lips. His pace stills and I hear his final groan as his warm thickness fills me. He pulls my legs closer to him as he releases inside me. I retract my canines and lick the excess blood. His head rests against my shoulder and mine his as we catch our breath.

After staying like that for what feels like forever, he cups my chin, placing his nose on mine. I feel his breath tickle my lips. He pulls back for a moment, looking into my eyes like he's searching for something. I look back into his with confusion.
"Why are you so sad?" He asks, gazing into my eyes with questions.
I realise now, he can feel what I feel. I marked him so he knows.
"I... I don't know," I reply, looking at him with my usual bewilderment. He rubs his nose on mine and traces it up to my forehead where he lays a long kiss. I close my eyes feeling comfort.
He removes himself from me and lifts me up the stairs into the bathroom we share, without waking Raphael.

I could feel his concern through our bond. I could also feel guilt. He places me on the bathroom sink and finds a flannel. He places gentle kisses my thighs as he wipes away the wetness between my legs.

"Why are you feeling guilty," I ask.
His eyes don't meet mine as he continues to clean and dote on me.
"I'm afraid that I am the cause of your sadness. That I've been pushing you too much. I thought you wanted it and enjoyed it. I'm so sorry Reine," he says, voice breaking towards the end. His confession dripping with guilt.
"I do want it and I do enjoy it," I say but he still refuses to look up at me. I try to grab his chin, to get him to look up at me but he pulls away. He leaves the room shortly just to return with some boxers and a t-shirt. He removes what's left of my shredded shorts and slides the boxers up my legs. He then dresses me in the t-shirt.
"Hey," I say to him but he brushes me off. "Hey," I say again this time grabbing his chin harder than before and tilting his eyes to mine. I pull his face closer so our noses are touching. "I don't know why I'm sad, but I do know that you and Raph are the two things in this world that bring me the most happiness. This sadness existed before you and has mostly gone away since I got you back. I can't loose you Adam, so stop blaming yourself. Please." I breathe out harshly and look into his eyes with hope.
He wraps me in a tight hug uttering "I'm sorry," on repeat. I jab him hard in the shoulder and he yells "Ow!"
"Stop apologising," I say harshly.
"Okay, okay," he says and we both laugh. I feel his emotions settle on comfort and happiness and I feel pride.
He lifts me off of the sink and carries me through our room, gently placing me on our bed next to a sleeping Raphael. He climbs in next to me and grabs my waist so we're facing eachother in proximity.
"Goodnight my love," I say, brushing my hands through his hair. I watch as his eyes flutter while I continue to stroke his head until he falls asleep.