Chapter 123 Urging Her To Continue
Althea was completely naked before Gavriel’s piercing eyes.
“Come here,” Gavriel said, extending his hand toward her. Althea accepted it and let him guide her to sit on his lap.
“You like sitting on me like this?” Gavriel whispered against her neck as she started brushing herself against his arousal.
“Yes,” she boldly answered. Gavriel pulled back and firmly held the back of her nape as he stared at her. Althea didn’t look away and stared right back at him.
“Take me in,” he hoarsely muttered without breaking eye contact. “And look at me,” he demanded. As if hypnotized by his dilated pupils burning with desire, Althea didn’t look away.
Gavriel watched as she licked her lower lip and bit it lightly while she moved her hips, slowly letting him slide inside her as she descended on him.
Gavriel groaned, his eyes softening as he stared at her. He looked so pleased, maybe because Althea let him see how much she wanted him and how she liked being this close and in control with him.
He leaned in and slowly kissed her lips, teasingly licking and suckling her lower and upper lips alternately. Her body trembled as she moved against him, feeling how completely he filled her. The friction was intoxicating.
“Gavriel,” she moaned his name when she felt his tongue tracing the spot where his mark had been imprinted, licking and suckling the tender skin until it burned with pleasure.
“You were almost unconscious when I marked you,” he whispered against her flesh, his breath hot and ragged. A sharp gasp escaped her lips when his hands suddenly gripped her thighs, guiding her as she rode him, his hips rising to meet her rhythm with deep, steady thrusts.
“I want you awake this time,” he growled, voice low and rough. “I want you to feel how my claim imprints on you.”
Before Althea could even comprehend his words, Gavriel moved—swift, commanding.
In the next moment, she was on her back, her body sinking into the bed as he loomed above her.
He entered her in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt before pulling out almost completely, only to slam back inside with a force that made her cry out. The pace grew frantic, raw, every movement driving her closer to the edge until she could barely breathe.
Her fingers clutched at the sheets when she felt his lips on her neck again, teeth grazing the sensitive skin where his mark lay. Then, amidst his relentless rhythm, a sharp sting spread through her body, his fangs sinking into her flesh once more, sealing his claim as she shuddered beneath him.
Althea clung to his neck as if her very life depended on it. The sting and the pleasure collided, tangled so tightly she could no longer tell them apart but the pleasure soon drowned everything else.
Her legs wrapped around his hips, holding him closer, urging him deeper. The bed rocked beneath them with every thrust—harder, faster, deeper—until the sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, wild and unrestrained.
Her body trembled beneath him, every nerve alive, every breath trembling against his ear.
Gavriel’s name slipped from her lips again and again, broken by gasps and moans that only made him lose control further. His hands roamed her body as if memorizing every inch of her, every shiver that answered his touch.
“Gavriel… please…” she breathed, though she didn’t even know what she was begging for — release, mercy, or more of the fire he kept feeding inside her.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes burning with something dark and fierce. “Look at me, Althea,” he commanded hoarsely. She obeyed, her gaze meeting his through the blur of tears and pleasure. The raw hunger in his eyes stole her breath away.
When he thrust again, she felt it… the pulse of his power, his claim, his dominance as though each movement carved his name deeper into her soul. He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through her chest.
Althea’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her body arching to meet his every motion. The pace grew reckless, almost desperate, the air filled with the heat of their joined breaths. Every sound, every movement, seemed to echo their shared need until there was nothing left in the world but them — his strength, her surrender, and the bond searing between them.
Her walls clenched around him, pulling him in, her body tightening helplessly as the pleasure crested higher.
“Gavriel!” she cried out as the climax hit, the world splintering into light and sound. He followed her with a deep groan, thrusting one last time before releasing into her, his body shuddering as he buried his face in her neck.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The only sound was their ragged breathing, the faint tremor of their hearts beating in sync. Gavriel’s fangs retracted, and he pressed a gentle kiss over the mark.
Althea’s body softened beneath him, her trembling hands brushing his hair away from his face. Then she leaned in and kissed his lips hungrily. Something inside her felt strange, an unfamiliar surge that coursed through her veins, ignited by the mark’s power.
She couldn’t explain it, but being joined with him again while the bond reawakened made every touch feel deeper, hotter. Without realizing it, she moved and rolled over him. She didn’t even know how she found the strength to do that to the Alpha King himself—or maybe he was deliberately letting her.
Now she was on top of him, his length still buried inside her, pulsing and stretching her perfectly.
Althea knew he wasn’t finished. His body throbbed beneath hers, urging her to continue.
With her palms pressed against his chest, she began to move, grinding slowly at first, letting the pleasure roll through them both. Then, unable to hold back, she lifted her hips and started to ride him in a steady rhythm, her body rising and falling as their slick warmth mingled between them.
Gavriel’s hands moved up to her waist, and with a low growl, he pulled her close, sitting up against the headboard. Her legs tightened around him as she continued to move, their bodies locked in a rhythm that made the air between them tremble.