Chapter 27 027
Seraphina
Dimitri's chambers were exactly as I remembered, masculine, sparse and dominated by the massive four-poster bed that seemed to take up half the room, but I barely registered the familiar surroundings as he led me inside, his hand warm and possessive around mine.
"You should rest," He said, though his eyes betrayed him, roaming over my body with barely restrained hunger. "The healers said you're recovered, but—"
"But nothing," I squeezed his hand. "I feel incredible, Dimitri. Better than I've ever felt."
It was true. The bond thrummed between us, alive and electric, and I could feel his desire through it, making my own body respond in kind.
He had spent eighteen hours thinking he might lose me. I could feel the desperate need in him to touch me, claim me and reassure himself that I was alive and his.
"At least let me help you bathe," He said, his voice rougher now. "You've been in that medical wing bed for—"
"That sounds perfect."
He led me to the bathing chamber adjoining his rooms. It was simpler than my own chambers, stone walls, a large copper tub, a fire already burning in the hearth to warm the space.
Someone had prepared it in advance, I realized. Steam rose from water that had been drawn and heated, the scent of herbs floating in the air.
Dimitri positioned me in front of the fire, and I felt his hands come to rest on my shoulders. For a long moment, he just stood there, his chest pressed against my back, his breath warm against my ear.
"I need to see you," He murmured. "Need to see for myself that you're healed and whole."
"Then look."
His hands moved to the laces of my simple linen shift, the plain thing the healers had dressed me in.
He worked slowly and methodically, untying each knot with careful precision. I could feel his restraint through the bond, the way he was holding himself back, trying to be gentle.
The shift loosened and he slid it off my shoulders, letting it pool at my feet.
The sound he made was inhuman. It was somewhere between a growl and a groan. His hands came up, hovering just inches from my skin, trembling.
"Fuck," He breathed. "You're so fucking beautiful."
I looked down at myself, seeing what he saw. My body had always been soft and curved with wide hips, full thighs and a rounded stomach, but my breasts had always been my most prominent feature.
They were heavy and full and they sat high on my chest despite their size, pale skin marked with the faint blue tracery of veins.
My nipples were a dusky pink, already hardening in the warm air, or perhaps from the feel of his gaze on them.
Dimitri's hands finally made contact, cupping the weight of my breasts almost reverently. His palms were rough and hot against my sensitive skin, and I gasped at the contact.
"These," He growled, squeezing gently. "Fuck, Seraphina. I've dreamed about these. About touching them, tasting them and fucking them."
Heat flooded through me, settling between my thighs. I could feel him behind me now, his cock hard and pressing against the small of my back through his breeches.
The size of him made my breath catch.
"Dimitri—"
"Into the tub," He said roughly, releasing me. "Before I forget every good intention I have."
I turned to face him, watching as his eyes darkened at the full view of my naked body. His gaze dragged down, over my breasts, my soft stomach, the curve of my hips, and finally to the apex of my thighs where dark curls hid my sex.
"You're trying to kill me." He muttered, adjusting himself.
I stepped into the warm water, sighing at the sensation. It felt incredible against my skin, soothing muscles I hadn't realized were tense, but I didn't sink down. Instead, I turned to face him, water lapping at my thighs.
"Aren't you going to join me?"
"I'm trying to be good," But his hands were already working at his tunic, pulling it over his head. "Trying to take care of you without—"
"Without what?" I moved closer to the edge of the tub. "Without fucking me?"
He froze, his breeches half-unlaced. "Seraphina."
"I want you," I said simply. "I almost died, Dimitri. We both almost died, and now we're here, alive and bonded, and all I can think about is having you inside me."
"You need rest—"
"I need you," I reached for him, water dripping from my skin. "Please. I don't want you to be gentle. I don't want you to be careful. I want you to fuck me senseless."
Something snapped in him. I felt it through the bond, the last thread of his control breaking. He kicked off his breeches and was in the water with me in seconds, his mouth crashing against mine with bruising force.
I moaned into the kiss, my hands flying up to tangle in his hair. He kissed me like he was starving, his tongue invading my mouth, claiming every inch.
One hand fisted in my hair, holding me in place, while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise.
"You want to be fucked senseless?" He growled against my lips. "Want me to use this perfect body? Make you scream?"
"Yes," I gasped. "Please, yes—"
He spun me around roughly, pressing my front against the smooth edge of the copper tub. The position bent me forward, my breasts hanging heavy, water dripping from my nipples.
I barely had time to brace myself before his body covered mine from behind, his cock pressing against my ass.
"I'm going to touch every inch of you," He promised darkly in my ear. "Going to make you cum so many times you forget your own name."
His hands came around, cupping my breasts, and I cried out at the sensation. He was rougher now, kneading the soft flesh, his fingers finding my nipples and pinching.
"Fuck, these tits," He groaned. "They are so fucking perfect. So soft and heavy. Do you know how hard it's been, watching you walk around, these bouncing with every step? Knowing every other male in the pack was looking too?"
He pinched harder and I whimpered, my hips pushing back against him.
"But you're mine now," He continued, rolling my nipples between his fingers. "This body is mine. These perfect tits are mine to touch, to suck and to fuck whenever I want."
"Yes," I moaned. "Yours, all yours—"
"Damn right," One hand stayed on my breast, continuing its torture of my nipple, while the other slid down my stomach. "And this sweet pussy? This is mine too."
His fingers found my entrance and I nearly sobbed at the contact. I was already soaking wet, my arousal mixing with the bathwater as he circled my entrance teasingly.
"So wet for me already," He growled approvingly. "Such a good girl, getting this needy cunt ready for me."
"Please," I begged, trying to push back against his hand. "Dimitri, please—"
"Please what?" He nipped at my ear, his fingers still circling maddeningly. "Tell me what you want, baby. Use your words."
"Your fingers," I gasped. "Inside me. Please, I need—"
He thrust two fingers into me without warning and I screamed, my inner walls clenching around the sudden intrusion.
He was big, even his fingers stretched me and filled me in a way that was almost too much.
"That's it," He praised roughly, starting to pump his fingers in and out. "Take it. Take my fingers like the good little girl you are."
His other hand continued working my nipple, pinching, rolling and tugging until the pleasure bordered on pain. The dual sensations, his fingers fucking into me while he tortured my breast had me spiraling fast.
"You're so fucking tight," He groaned, adding a third finger. "Gripping my fingers like you don't want to let go. Is this what you needed, baby? You needed your alpha to fill this greedy cunt?"
"Yes!" I was beyond words now, reduced to moans and whimpers as he worked me over. "Dimitri, fuck, don't stop—"
"Not planning to," His fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made me see stars. "I'm going to make you cum all over my hand. Going to feel this tight pussy squeeze my fingers while you scream my name."
He pressed his thumb against my clit and I nearly came apart. The pressure and the friction, combined with his fingers inside me and his hand on my breast was too much. It was so overwhelming.
"That's your clit, baby," He murmured filthily. "That sweet little button that makes you shake. You like when I touch it? Like when I rub it while I fuck you with my fingers?"
"Fuck, yes!" Tears were streaming down my face from the intensity. "Please, I'm so close—"
"Then cum," His command was absolute, his power washing over me. "Cum for me right fucking now."
His fingers twisted inside me, his thumb pressed hard against my clit, and his other hand pinched my nipple brutally—
I shattered instantly
My orgasm ripped through me like lightning, my body convulsing as pleasure exploded outward from my core.
I screamed his name, my inner walls clamping down on his fingers so hard it must have hurt, but he didn't stop, working me through it, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until I was sobbing, my legs shaking too badly to hold me up.
"That's my girl," He praised, his fingers still moving gently inside me. "So fucking beautiful when you cum.”