Chapter 39 No More Patience 2
Alyssa's POV
(Mature scene)
My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him flush against me.
“Zayne… more,” I begged, voice breaking. “Please… I need you\-”
The second those words left my mouth, everything inside me trembled. Need rolled through me, hot and heavy. Zayne froze for half a heartbeat, his breath catching against my lips. Then he lifted his head slowly, blue eyes dragging over my face like he was memorizing every inch of it.
“Red,” he rasped, his voice shaking with restraint. “You keep begging me like that, and I won't be able to stop.”
A shiver shot straight down my spine.
Good, because I didn't want him to stop
I tightened my legs around his waist in answer, pulling his hips toward me. The friction made my breath stutter. “Then do it,” I whispered, chest rising in quick, shaky breaths. “Zayne… I want you. Please.”
That was all it took.
His expression darkened, hunger slamming into place so hard I felt it in the air between us. Kael lurked under his skin—hungry, impatient, possessive—pushing through in the way Zayne’s pupils dilated and his jaw clenched.
He dipped his head and kissed me.
Not slow. Not gentle.
His mouth crashed against mine, lips hot, tongue pushing in without hesitation. I moaned, fingers tangling in his hair as I yanked him closer. The kiss turned messy, desperate, all teeth and breath and want.
Zayne broke away just long enough to murmur against my mouth, “You started this, Red… don’t think I’m letting you tap out now.”
My entire body lit up at the threat.
I grabbed his shirt, bunching it in my fists as I pulled him down again. Our mouths met in another hard kiss, my lips parting instantly for him. I kissed him with every ounce of hunger building in me, and he matched it—no, he overtook it.
His hands slid down my sides, gripping my thighs. I gasped when he pushed them wider, opening me for him completely.
The cool air hit me.
Then the heat of him followed.
I felt him...hard, thick, pressed against me, right at my entrance. My breath caught. My heartbeat stumbled.
“Zayne…” I whispered, chest trembling.
He looked down at me, eyes dark and feral. “Look at me when I give you what you’re begging for.”
I did.
I held his gaze when he finally pushed in.
Slow. Deep. Deliberate.
My lips parted in a broken moan as he slid inside inch by inch, stretching me, filling me until the air left my lungs.
“Oh—God—” My hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging in. “Zayne…”
His groan was guttural, ripped straight from his chest. “Fuck, Red… you feel…” His words shuddered into silence as he bottomed out, his hips flush against mine.
He leaned down, his forehead resting against mine as we both tried to breathe through the intensity.
Then he moved.
A slow pull. A deeper push. A rhythm that made my toes curl and my breath hitch. My body tightened around him, pulling him in with every thrust.
“More,” I whispered. “Zayne, please…”
He laughed, low and dark. “Still begging?”
His hand slid to my hip, gripping hard enough to make me gasp. “You really want more?”
“Yes.” The word came out instantly. “Yes, Zayne, I—ah—”
He drove into me harder, stealing the end of my sentence.
My back arched. My legs squeezed tighter around him. My fingers scrambled for something to hold onto—his arms, his shoulders, the sheets—anything.
Zayne leaned over me, his breath hot against my ear. “You think I don’t hear what you’re doing?” he whispered. “Clinging to me like that… trying to pull me deeper…”
A whimper left me before I could stop it.
He smiled against my skin. I felt it. A wicked, knowing curve.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I’ll give you deeper.”
And he did.
He shifted his angle just slightly—and the next thrust hit a spot inside me that made my vision blur. My cry ripped out of me so loudly it echoed against the walls.
“Zayne—!”
“Yeah,” he breathed, voice shaking. “Right there.”
His hips moved faster, sharper. Every stroke dragged pleasure up my spine, tightening something inside me that was seconds from snapping.
My hands slid down his back, nails tracing lines along his skin. He hissed and snapped his hips harder in response.
“Fuck, Red—do that again.”
I did.
This time I left marks.
His eyes flashed—Kael breaking through just enough for me to feel the wolf’s presence in the room. The next moment, Zayne pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, pressing them into the sheets.
“Don’t move,” he ordered.
My breath caught.
“Zayne…” I whispered.
He lowered his head and kissed me again—slower now, but deeper. His tongue brushed mine, coaxing, pulling, claiming. Every slide of his hips stole another moan from my throat.
When he broke the kiss, his lips grazed my jaw, my neck, then the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“You smell like you want me to lose control.”
I did.
And I wasn’t ashamed of it.
“Zayne,” I breathed, “I want… all of you.”
His growl vibrated against my skin—low, dangerous, hungry. “You’re going to get it.”
He bit me.
Not the mark—just a teasing bite at the curve of my shoulder that sent heat flooding through me. I gasped and arched up into him, my body clenching around him tight enough that he cursed.
“Fuck—Red—don’t do that unless you want me to finish inside you right now.”
My lips curled into a shaky smile. “Maybe I do.”
His eyes snapped to mine.
Kael pushed forward.
He let go of my wrists, grabbed my hips with both hands, and flipped me—fast, fluid, forcing me onto my stomach before I could fully gasp.
My breath hitched. Heat shot through me.
“Zayne—”
He pulled my hips up, positioning me exactly how he wanted.
I felt him drag the head of his cock along me in one slow stroke that made my whole body tremble.
“You want more?” he asked, voice no longer human—rougher, deeper.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please, yes—”
He slammed into me.
A scream tore itself from my throat as my hands flew forward, gripping the sheets so tightly my knuckles went white. He didn’t give me a second to adjust. He moved immediately—hard, deep, claiming thrusts that sent shockwaves through my body.
Every sound he made was a rumble. Kael was right under his skin, using his voice, his strength, his hunger.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Take it.”
I pushed back into him, matching his rhythm as best as I could through the overwhelming waves of pleasure.
My body felt too tight. Too full.
Too close.
“Zayne—I’m—” My voice broke. The orgasm hit so fast it knocked the air out of my lungs. My body clenched around him with a force that made my vision go white.
He groaned—loud, guttural—and grabbed my hips harder, pulling me back onto him as he thrust through my climax.
“Red—fuck—” His voice cracked. “I’m gonna—”
I reached back blindly, fingers brushing his thigh. “Inside,” I gasped. “Please—inside—”
He shuddered, a sound tearing out of him that was part man, part wolf, all need.
Then he buried himself deep and came with a force that made both of us collapse forward slightly.
Heat filled me.
Our breaths collided—ragged, uneven.
He stayed inside me for a long moment, chest pressed against my back, his hand sliding over my stomach as if anchoring me to him.
When he finally eased out, he gently rolled me onto my side, pulling me into his arms. He lifted my chin with his fingers, guiding my face toward his.
The kiss he gave me now was different.
Soft. Slow. Tender.
The kind of kiss that said more than words could.
He tucked his forehead against mine, breathing me in like he needed it.
“You’re mine, Red,” he whispered, voice still rough.
I smiled, my hand resting over his heart. “Always.”
And for the first time, I felt it fully—bone deep, soul deep.
I belonged to him.
And he belonged to me.