Chapter 18 Not Fertile
Gavriel’s vulgar words turned Althea’s face crimson.
Would she ever get used to his filthy tongue? The way he always spoke so shamelessly, so boldly?
Before she could even muster a reply, his lips were already on hers.
The kiss stole her breath, like it always did. But this time, it wasn’t just forceful. It was deep. Passionate. Intense.
Usually, she would freeze or simply let him take control of her mouth. But now, as his tongue slipped past her lips, coaxing her to respond, something in her snapped.
She tried to resist. She truly did.
But her body betrayed her. Her mind said no, but her body... it was already melting.
In the end, pleasure won. She kissed him back with equal hunger, their tongues tangling with wild urgency, as if the world outside no longer existed.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, holding on to him as if he were the only thing keeping her from falling apart.
He lifted her easily, as if she weighed nothing. Her back pressed against the cool, hard cave wall and the next thing she felt was his length sliding inside her with a slow, deliberate thrust.
A soft gasp escaped her lips at the sheer size and stretch of him. He pulled back slightly, lips brushing her ear as he murmured, “Still so tight… but perfect for me.”
Then, without warning, he thrust deeper, burying himself fully inside her.
“Relax,” he whispered against her skin, voice low and rough with need.
His lips trailed to her neck, kissing and licking, his tongue marking her wherever he pleased, claiming her in ways only he could.
The water splashed around them with each of Gavriel’s thrusts, his rhythm strong and relentless as he drove in and out of her.
At first, it was a bit uncomfortable but Althea’s body quickly surrendered. Pleasure soon overtook everything else. Her legs trembled, her breath hitched, and every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire.
She tried to suppress the sounds building in her throat, but Gavriel wasn’t helping.
Moans escaped her lips as he latched onto one of her breasts, his mouth hot and greedy. His movements quickened, deeper and harder until Althea felt like she might go mad from the overwhelming sensation.
“Ugh... I could do this all day,” Gavriel groaned, his voice hoarse with need as he buried himself even deeper. His dark eyes locked with hers. “You want this just as much as I do.”
She met his gaze, both their eyes clouded with lust, unable to hide the truth between them. She didn’t speak, but the way her body clung to him said more than words ever could.
“I…” she tried to respond, but only a desperate moan came out as her climax began to build uncontrollably.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want this, Althea,” he growled low. “You’re gripping me too tight… oh heavens, it’s so good.”
His thick length slid nearly all the way out, just the tip remaining, before he plunged back in with deliberate force. It was almost too much. She had never felt so wet, so hot, so sensitive.
“Feel me more… my vixen,” he murmured against her lips before kissing her again, swallowing her soft cries.
With just a few more deep thrusts, her body shattered.
She trembled violently as waves of pleasure consumed her. Her head dropped against his shoulder, gasping for breath. But Gavriel wasn’t done.
In a swift motion, he flipped her around so her back faced him. Water splashed again as she adjusted, and before she could catch her breath, he entered her from behind with a groan.
“Want more,” he muttered, his hand sliding up to cup her breasts. He gently squeezed her peaks, teasing them with his thumbs while his hot breath fanned against her ear.
“Turn,” he demanded.
Like she was drawn by his voice, Althea turned her head and he captured her lips in a hungry kiss. His thrusts became rougher, deeper, and her moans were muffled against his mouth as he slammed into her over and over, claiming every inch of her without mercy.
“Say it,” Gavriel growled, his voice thick with desire. “I want you to say how badly you want this…”
Damn this man, Althea cursed in her head, biting back the words that burned on her tongue.
She said nothing, defiant as ever, even as her hips moved instinctively to meet each of his powerful thrusts. Her body betrayed her, trembling and desperate, chasing the high he kept pulling her toward.
She was so close. Just a little more and she would fall over the edge-
But suddenly, Gavriel pulled out. Her breath caught, frustration flashing in her eyes as he turned her around. His face was shadowed, jaw clenched, gaze burning into her with dark intensity.
“You’re such a defiant woman,” he muttered.
Instead of shrinking back, Althea met his eyes and gave a slow, teasing smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, her voice sweet and mocking as she purred near his ear.
“I want you badly… My Alpha King.”
Gavriel groaned, a low, guttural sound that echoed in the cave. Althea couldn’t tell if he was amused, annoyed, or angry. But it didn’t matter.
Without a word, he grabbed her legs and slammed his still-throbbing length back inside her.
His thrusts were rough, almost punishing, as if chastising her for daring to tease him. His teeth grazed along her skin, sharp enough to sting, intended to inflict pain. But Althea didn’t flinch. She didn’t mind the bite. She was too far gone, too consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of being taken by him, even with his roughness.
Yes, she was being defiant on purpose. She was testing him. Trying to read his reactions, to push the boundaries and see how far she could go. Would he hurt her if she pushed too much? Would he snap?
But he didn’t. Not truly.
She still couldn’t read his thoughts, couldn’t see what went on behind those dark, intense eyes, but deep down, she had a feeling. If she obeyed too easily, she’d lose his attention.
It was this fire between them, the resistance, the tension, that kept him coming back. Maybe... just maybe, her defiance once in a while was what kept her safe. What kept him interested.
So she gave him more of it. Her moans grew louder, echoing through the cave walls. “Ahh… ahhh-” she cried out as her second climax tore through her like a wave, overwhelming her body in a spiral of heat and ecstasy.
And still, her thoughts were spinning, caught in the whirlwind of trying to understand him even as he claimed every inch of her body.
Gavriel’s body tensed, going rigid as he finally released inside her. Althea felt his warmth fill her depths, the sensation raw and intimate.
“You’re not fertile yet,” he grunted, his voice rough and possessive. “But once you are... I’ll make sure you bear my offspring.”
With that, he pulled away from her and stood, water trailing down his powerful frame. His tone turned cold again, void of the passion that had just consumed them.
“Hurry up and return to the camp,” he said flatly. “Your maidservant and Osman are waiting outside to escort you back.”
And just like that, he turned his back on her, leaving her alone in the hot spring.
Althea stared after him, her heart aching, her brows furrowed. ‘Why is he only warm when he’s inside me?’ she thought bitterly, her face crumpling with frustration.