Chapter 10 Wedding Night
Alexander’s POV
The moment her lips parted and no protest came, I was lost.
I kissed her like a man possessed, pouring every ounce of the agony I’d carried through that damned ceremony into it. My tongue swept into her mouth, claiming, tasting the sweetness that had haunted me for weeks. She moaned into me, soft and desperate, her hands fisting in my shirt as if she was afraid I’d vanish.
I wasn’t going anywhere.
My palms slid down the delicate lace of her wedding gown, feeling the heat of her body through the fabric. The dress was beautiful, but it was in my way. I found the hidden zipper at her side and dragged it down slowly, savoring the way her breath hitched with every inch of skin I exposed. The gown pooled at her feet like surrendered snow, leaving her in nothing but white lace lingerie and the flush of desire on her skin.
“God, Maddie,” I growled against her throat, nipping the spot where her pulse thundered. “You have no idea how many times I imagined ripping this dress off you today.”
Maddie’s POV
His words sent liquid heat straight to my core. I should stop this. I was married, on paper, to his stepson. But the word mine still echoed in my head, and every touch of his hands erased Ben’s existence completely.
I tugged at his shirt, buttons scattering as I yanked it open. His chest was a masterpiece, broad, sculpted, dusted with dark hair that narrowed into a trail disappearing beneath his belt. At thirty-seven, he looked like a god carved from marble and fire. I ran my palms over the hard planes of muscle, feeling him shudder under my touch.
He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the petal-strewn bed and laying me down like something precious. Rose petals clung to my skin as he followed me down, his mouth tracing a burning path from my collarbone to the swell of my breasts. With reverent hands he unclasped my bra, peeling it away, and then his mouth was on me, hot, wet, perfect.
I cried out as he sucked one nipple deep, tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make me arch off the bed. His hand cupped the other breast, thumb flicking in rhythm until I was writhing, pleading in broken whispers.
Alexander’s POV
Her taste, sweet, salty, maddening, was driving me insane. I moved lower, kissing down the soft curve of her stomach, hooking my fingers in the lace panties and dragging them down her legs. She was bare to me now, glistening and perfect, and the scent of her arousal hit me like a drug.
I parted her thighs and settled between them, inhaling deeply. Mine. My wolf growled in satisfaction.
The first slow lick had her hips bucking off the bed. I held her down gently, pinning her with my forearms as I devoured her. Long, deliberate strokes of my tongue, circling her clit, dipping inside her, learning every gasp and shiver. When I sucked her clit between my lips and flicked it rapidly, she shattered, her hands fisting in my hair, thighs clamping around my head, crying my name as she came hard against my mouth.
I didn’t stop. I kept licking her through it, gentler now, drawing out every aftershock until she was trembling, begging.
Maddie’s POV
I was still shaking when he rose over me, shedding the rest of his clothes. His cock sprang free, thick, long, pulsing with need, and I reached for him without thinking. My fingers wrapped around the hot velvet length, stroking slowly, feeling him throb in my hand. A bead of pre-cum pearled at the tip, and I leaned forward, licking it away.
He groaned, deep and guttural, his hand tangling in my hair, not pushing, just anchoring, as I took him into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, then sank down, taking as much as I could. The taste of him, salty, masculine, made me moan around him. I bobbed slowly at first, then faster, hollowing my cheeks, using my hand on what my mouth couldn’t reach.
“Maddie… fuck…” His hips flexed involuntarily, but he held back, letting me set the pace. I looked up at him through my lashes, his head thrown back, throat working, the muscles in his abdomen clenching with every stroke. Power surged through me. This unstoppable Alpha was unraveling because of me.
Alexander’s POV
I was dangerously close to losing control. Her mouth was heaven, hot, wet, eager. But I needed more. I needed to be inside her.
I pulled her up gently, flipping us so she straddled me. The sight of her above me, hair wild, lips swollen, rose petals clinging to her damp skin, nearly undid me.
“Ride me, little wolf,” I commanded, voice rough.
She sank down slowly, taking me inch by inch, her tight heat enveloping me until I was buried to the hilt. We both groaned. She started moving,slow rolls of her hips at first, then faster, grinding her clit against me with every downward stroke.
I gripped her hips, guiding her, thrusting up to meet her. The room filled with the sounds of our bodies, skin slapping, wet friction, her breathy moans, my growls. I sat up, capturing her mouth in a messy kiss as I thrust deeper, one hand sliding between us to circle her clit.
“Come for me again,” I growled against her lips.
She did, harder than before, her walls clenching around me like a fist, pulling me over the edge with her. I roared her name as I came, spilling deep inside her in long, pulsing waves that left me shaking.
Maddie’s POV
We didn’t stop there.
He flipped me onto my back, still hard inside me, and took me slow and deep, every stroke dragging against that perfect spot until I was sobbing with pleasure. Then on my hands and knees, his hand fisted in my hair, the other rubbing my clit until I came again, screaming into the pillow.
We lost count of the orgasms. The decorated room, candles flickering, petals everywhere, moonlight spilling through the windows, made it feel sacred, like we were consummating something ancient and unbreakable.
Finally spent, we collapsed together, limbs tangled, hearts racing. He pulled me against his chest, my head tucked under his chin, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
“Stay,” I whispered, already drifting.
“Always,” he murmured against my hair.
Sleep took us both, wrapped in each other and the lingering scent of roses and sex.
Alexander’s POV
I woke before dawn, the sky outside just beginning to lighten. Maddie slept curled against me, her breathing soft and even, lips slightly parted. She looked peaceful, claimed mine in a way that made my wolf content for the first time in weeks.
But servants would be stirring soon. If they found me here, the scandal would explode everything.
I pressed one last kiss to her forehead, memorizing the feel of her in my arms. Then I slipped from the bed, dressing silently in the dim light. Before leaving, I brushed a stray rose petal from her hair and whispered, “This isn’t over, little wolf. Not by a long shot.”
The door closed softly behind me.