Chapter 41: Part 41

The lights in the room were dim, a lovely cast of shadows falling onto the nearest wall. It was way too quiet, and the only thing I could hear was the palpitations of my heart. As the Alpha dropped me on the bed, I cried out, wincing at the dull pain radiating from the point of contact with the pillows. His long fingers slipped into my wavy locks, pinching and clawing without any warning, taking a handful of hair into a painful grip.

Abel yanked, forcing my head up and guiding my gaze to him.

A shiver ran down my spine.

The look on Abel’s face was enough to keep me still, his thick scent clouding my senses. His jaw was set, clenched tightly enough to send a vein in his lower cheek jumping. A sheer blend of authority and power rolled off him in waves; broad shoulders rolled back. I couldn’t help but notice that his eyes turned dark, almost in slits.

Despite the shift in the air, he seemed perfectly in control of himself, and I both loved and hated it. His perfect self-restraint riled me up further.

From my position, I saw the strands of his hair matted to the forehead, some of it mussed and sticking out in random directions. There were so many kinds of emotion swirling in the depths of his eyes, too much for me to decipher.

The Alpha leaned down, his nose glaring as he pressed butterfly kisses on the side of his neck. As satisfied by the little tease, he nosed along with them, sucking in a deep breath. Abel sat on his haunches, a tiny smile curling his lips.

“So perfect…” He cradled my face delicately between his hands as if afraid that I might break, his thumb brushing over my cheekbones. My breath hitched, the skin underneath growing ruddier at how sincere he sounded. I could feel the frisson of heat forming in the pit of my belly.

“A-Alpha…” I tilted my head back to give him more access to the throat line, and the Alpha wasted no time worshipping my skin. His lips trailed open-mouthed kisses along the soft skin, teeth nibbling and his tongue tasting sweat and natural musk. My toes curled as he sucked lightly, leaving a trail, painting my skin in marks of possession.

Needy and too far gone to care, I rutted against him, small whimpers catching my throat. The tender ministrations are making me feel weak and riling me up all at the same. My need for the Alpha was burning up from the inside, the desire all-consuming.

Pulling back, Abel exhaled noisily, eyes narrowed as he eased my shirt up, pulling it over my head. I keenly noticed as he threw it somewhere near the loveseat.

Goosebumps prickled over my bare arms as I sat on my knees with a lacy black bra. From the slight widening of his gaze, he definitely enjoyed the view.

“Fuck!” He whispers, eyes glued to the sight of black colour against honeyed skin, the way the fabric sat snug over my chest. Abel closed the distance between us, squeezing over the soft lace, as if trying to commit the shape to memory, and how they fit in his hands. He ran the tip of his nose in between the valley of my breast before his teeth slowly sank in. I arched my back, fingers tangling in the roots of his hair and tugging on them.

His hands slowly transitioned from over the bra to under the wire and onto my bare skin. The Alpha kneaded the flesh of the breasts and kissed the sensitive skin carefully. Leaning down, he mouthed at the fabric; I stiffened as he licked a stripe over the lace and my nipple underneath it. He latched his hot lips over then, a whimper escaping past me as he scraped his teeth over each bud, sucking and licking and soaking the lace with saliva.

I was lightheaded, a low thrum buzzing in my head as he made me lay back on the bed, caging me in.

With his eyes on me, the Alpha hooked his fingers in the hem of my skirt and fluidly slid the material down in one easy motion. I froze as he paused, leaning down when a low rumble sounded from his chest as he lifted his head, eyes half-lidded and pupils were blown wide.

“Can I?”

“Y-Yes.”

His cold breath hit my bare stomach, a low whine slipping past my throat. I watched as he blew cold air before pressing his lips to my belly button. He was almost animalistic, nails scrambling to claw and lock down on slender hips as he flattened out his tongue and widened his mouth to press kisses all along the tiny pudge, making me squirm under him with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure.

“Gorgeous,” He whispered, nudging his nose along the velvety flesh. “I could stare at you all day….”

“Oh, I have noticed," I teased, but it lacked any bite, my voice sounding a little breathless and high pitched. “But I would like it if you did more than stare, Alpha.”

“Patience, baby.” His lips curved. “I'll do more than touch you.” The promise in his voice made me hold my breath, still in anticipation. He leaned over, one hand tangling in my mussed-up hair to tilt my head back while the other came up to caress my face. His fingers ran through the sides before our eyes clashed together.

“Open your mouth….”

His fingertips pressed into his tongue, thick and long. I let out a high pitched moan, my eyes lidding into slits, as I stared at the older man with devotion while the thick digits scissored in my mouth, thoroughly coating it in drool. When he pushed more profound, I gagged in the back of my throat, more saliva pooling beneath the tongue and my eyes glassing over from the harshness of it.

The Alpha withdrew his fingers, dragging them over my mouth and smearing the mess over the swollen lips and cheek. My lungs squeezed painfully as the tip of his wet fingers glided down the sides.

The front of my panties was already soaked as he teased over them. His long middle finger traced up and down the slit of folds but never ventured deeper or past the seam. It was frustrating.

“Does that feel good?” He checked in, voice dropping low.

I nodded quietly with a bitten lip and fluttering lashes clumped with tears. My hair was fanned out and wild, cheeks were subtly glowing, and legs were spread far enough to invite him inside. He grabbed the front of my panties with his teeth and let it snap back tightly.

A loud moan slipped out at the sting, watching him as he pulled at the edges of my panties down with his sharp teeth. The matching black lace sat pretty, but it looked better, sliding off my long legs and hanging from his lips.

Suddenly realising that I was the only one naked, my thighs closed when he parted them. Dabbing his fingers into his mouth, he spat on the already slick pussy.

I trembled as his finger slid in, almost bucking at the pressure when he added a second one. Abel’s arm came to wrap around my waist, holding me in the spot. I gasped as he lazily started moving the fingers inside, my legs spreading wider.

A frustrated whimper caught in my chest, but any complaints were lost when the older man dragged the tip of his nose along the folds. His tongue jutted out, flattening and pointing it against my clit at the very end. My hips wiggled at the feel of it, chasing, desperate for more. The Alpha, as if he understood the need inside, quickened the pace and sucked teasingly against my throbbing clit. He wedged a finger inside while his tongue weaved in between each of my warm folds.

“Abel…” I cried out, arching and throwing my head back.

The sound made him lick deeper within and rub at my clit in tight, fast circles. Slick dripped down the sides of my thighs as he slid another finger inside and gently pumped against the bundle of my nerves.

My stomach coiled tightly, white-hot arousal scalding from inside as he brought me to the edge too fast. I could feel it building up, desperate for release, and I was sobbing, my hands scrambling to seek relief.

I clung to his bicep for dear life, every fabric-stifled moan coming out more and more whiny than the last. My hips twitched, and I tried to rock forward, but he dug his fingers with bruising force, forearm locking me in.

The pace of his tongue sped up punishingly, grip tightening enough that a strangled moan ripped out. My jaw unclenched with a sharp cry, spine arching as my body finally came down from the high.

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