Chapter 78 What a little red lace can do

Chapter 78 What a little red lace can do

Auren's pov

"I can't—" My voice is a wreck, my body is shaking from need. “I…I can't take it—"

He chuckles against my ear. "You've been sitting beside me for hours, Auren. Making me insane. I think you can take a little more."

His fingers finally slip beneath the lace edge and I hear his sharp intake of breath.

"Gods. You're drenched."

His fingers slid lower, and the contact.. finally, finally, skin to skin…..sends a jolt through me and my head falls back against the tree, the rough bark biting into my shoulders, and I don’t care. Can’t care. The only thing I’m feeling is the pleasure from his fingers tracing through my heat.

"So wet for me.” His forehead presses against mine, both of us breathing hard. "This pretty little pussy is aching to be filled, isn’t it?"

My hips move against his hand…..desperate and he press me harder into the tree, pinning me with the weight of his body while his fingers explores me with a slowness that is pure torture.

His fingers slid though my wet heat and the sound it makes…..wet…..impossibly loud in the quiet of the woods…..sends a fresh wave of heat flooding through my body. I bite down on my lips to keep from screaming out loud.

"Look at you," he murmurs, against my ear. His thumb pressing against my clit while two fingers slid lower, teasing my entrance…..just barely, just the tips……and my body arches off the tree. "So desperate. So eager. I've barely touched you and you're already shaking."

I’m shaking…..trembling from head to toe with my hands still pinned above my head, my thighs clenching around his hand trying to create more friction, more pressure, more anything.

"Dravik—" His name tears from my throat. My wrists twist in his grip. I want to touch him—to grab him, pull him closer, anything—but he holds firm, his fingers like iron shackles above my head. "Please—I need—"

"I know what you need," he murmurs, and his lips trace the line of my jaw, hot breath moving across my damp skin. His fingers dip lower, sliding just barely inside my pussy…….one slow inch and I feel myself clench around his fingers.

A groan comes from him. "Tight. So tight, little mate. You're clinging to my fingers like you'll die if I stop."

I might.

This is too much.

He pushes two fingers inside me, a slow slide that draws a broken moan from my lips. I feel myself stretch around his fingers, and he holds still a bit, then he pulls back and adds a third finger stretching me even more.

"There," he murmurs against my temple. "That's it. Take it."

I sob against his grip, my hips rolling forward to chase his fingers, desperate for more. His fingers begin to move, slow, curling strokes that press against something deep inside me that makes my eyes roll back in my head. Each stroke drags a sound from my throat, little cries that echoes through the trees.

"That's it," he growls against my ear. "Let me hear you. Don't you dare hold back on me."

I can’t even if I want to. He increases his pace and my cries get louder. My thighs are shaking around his hand, my pussy clenching and releasing around his fingers in a rhythm I had no control over. The wet sounds of his hand moving between my legs are louder than the distant drums, louder than my own ragged breathing, and somewhere in the fog of pleasure, the thought surfaced that anyone from the ceremony could wander close enough to hear.

And the thought makes my pussy clench so hard around his fingers that he groans.

"Gods, you just got tighter," he rasps against my ear. His fingers curl inside me, pressing that spot, and my hips jerk forward off the tree. "Did thinking about someone finding us do that? Did that make you clench around my fingers like that?"

My body answers him clenching around his fingers again. He hisses through his teeth.

"It did," he breathe, the dark satisfaction in his voice enough to make me shatter. "My dirty little mate. You want someone to walk through these trees and see you pinned against this tree with my fingers buried inside you. See you falling apart in red lace for your alpha."

“Oh god,” I cry as I clench around his fingers again.

His thumb presses against my clit, and my vision turns white as my back arch off the tree, my orgasm ripping through me. I open my mouth to scream but no sound comes out….just silence, breathless, frozen, my whole body locked tight around his fingers as pleasure crashes through me in waves.

Then the sound returns all of it at once……a cry of his name.

It echoes through the trees and fades into the night, my pussy still clenching around his fingers, my legs shaking badly they can’t hold my weight. The only things keeping me upright are the tree at my back and the press of his body against mine.

When I finally recover, he pulls back, sliding his fingers out of me and I whimper at the loss. He then brings his hand up between us, and in the moonlight I can see his fingers wet, dripping with evidence of what he'd just done to me.

He holds my gaze as he brings those fingers to his lips.

Then he tastes me.

His eyes close, and the sound that rumbles from his chest is pure animal-like……a deep, growl of satisfaction. His tongue drags across his fingers, savoring, and when his eyes open again, the silver is glowing.

"Better than I remember," he rasps. His tongue sweeps across his lower lip, chasing the last trace of me, and the act sends a fresh wave of heat straight through my center. "My mate tastes like sin."

I’m gasping now, trying to remember how to breathe, and I know he isn’t even close to finishing with me yet.

"Turn around."

That does it. My legs give up but he catches me before I hit the ground. One arm hooks around my waist, pulling me back up against his chest. His mouth drops to my ear, and I feel him smile. "Not yet. I said turn around, Auren."

"I can't—" My legs tremble uselessly beneath me. "I'm sorry, I can't—"

His grip tightens on my waist, and his other hand comes up to cup my jaw, tilting my face toward his. "Never apologize to me for that. Or anything. Never. Do you understand me?"

I nod.

His mouth finds my forehead and presses a brief kiss there. Then his hands guide me, turning me around until my cheek presses against the tree. The cool night air rushes against my naked back, and I shiver, not from cold, but from his hand running down my body.

"Gods, look at you," he breathe behind me. His hands trace the curve of my waist, the curve of my ass, following the red lace that hugs my hips. "This might be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

I feel his body press against my back, his hard length pressing against my ass, sending anticipation twisting through my stomach. His hands slid around to my front, fingers splaying across my stomach. They move downward, his fingers hooking into the lace, and he tugs, pulling it tightly against my skin and I gasp.

"I'm going to fuck you in this red lace, little mate."

The words land like a lit match against gasoline and heat explodes through me. I feel my center getting wetter, my pussy already clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again.

His hand moves to my ass, spanking it once, then he spins me around.