Chapter 68 068
Danica's POV
In one swift drag, he tore my dress to expose my bare breasts. I felt my breath hitch as his hungry gaze devoured me. The sight was mortifying, almost embarrassing but most especially, I was turned on in the most brutal way possible.
The urge to grab his hands and guide them towards where I needed him the most was unbearable. Another whimper slipped, pleading and downright turned on.
"Fuck, little mate, you're so fucking gorgeous" Alexander groaned, almost silently but I heard it.
Then he broke the spell by circling one hand around one of my lumps. The contact sent my nipples tightening painfully and I jerked into his touch, wanting and needing more.
His thumb and forefinger found a hardened peak, squeezing hard enough to draw a loud cry from me, a mixture of the sting and the pleasure that came with it.
His eyes darkened as they preyed on my bare body, and without warning he tilted his head and took one of my nipples into his mouth.
I arched in response, failing to bite back my moans. Two more swipes of his tongue was all it took to get him off the gentle phase. One minute he was teasing and the next minute he was pulling me even closer to himself as he sucked on my sensitive peaks in torturous turns.
I was literally dripping my wetness all over his thighs by the time he was done with me.
The sharp pain in my gum and fingers slowly melted into a dull ache but still made me uncomfortable nonetheless. And the heat that shot through my entire being was just as merciless. I couldn't bear one more minute of it.
"I need you, Xander. I need you to take me right now, please" I whimpered as he lowered me into the bed, his gaze flickering from amber to blue every now and then.
"Patience, little mate" he murmured, his voice suddenly sounding thicker, beastly-like. Like he wasn't the one speaking.
My eyes locked on a pair of amber eyes and my hand moved to touch his face, my lips curving into a tiny smile.
"Rage?" I whispered and he smirked, his claws trailing over the thin line of my lips, my jaw then my throat. Anyone in their right mind would tense beneath the dangerous swipe of those veiny yet sharp claws, especially when you have two hovering over your throat but I didn't even flinch.
I don't know why, but I just had that conviction that he would never hurt me. And maybe that sick mentality was what probed me to arch into his claws.
Then he wrapped his hand around my throat so fast that I barely anticipated it. A small gasp escaped me as he pinned me to the bed with his grip on my neck.
"You're surprisingly trusting for someone who's heard about the name Rage, little mate. I could snap your neck in half without flinching" he said in amusement and I swallowed nothing, meeting his dark gaze defiantly.
"But, you won't." My voice was low but firm. He arched his brow in a mocking glint.
"How can you be so sure?" He asked, tightening his grip slightly, reminding me in his own way that he was capable of doing anything.
"Because you want me. You want me just as much as Alexander does" I whispered, my fingers digging into his arm as the itchiness returned.
His eyes turned bloodshot as soon as I said those words and before I could process anything, his hand left my throat, only to be followed by the sound of fabrics getting torn.
He pushed my legs apart and simply stared at me with those dark bloodshot eyes that should make anyone run for dear life. But I was right here dripping shamelessly for him.
Then he went down on me. Hands spreading my legs wide apart while his tongue took a deep dive between my folds.
My eyes rolled back so hard I thought I'd been transported to another planet.
There was a sensation that came with his tongue, different from any other thing I've felt before, and it nearly drove me right out of my own skin.
My shaky hand gripped the sheets hard, as the moans poured out of my lips uncontrollably. My second hand gripped his hair, torn between pulling him closer or pushing him off to free myself of the overwhelming, prickly sensation of his tongue.
One minute I'd try pushing him off and the next minute I'm begging him to not stop. Either way, he wasn't letting me off even for a second.
His tongue kept probing, licking, fucking and teasing until my body convulsed with pleasure. The first orgasm rippled through me so hard that I was literally praying to the goddess to save me from the next.
But he didn't let up. Not for a single second. I wasn't even given the luxury of catching my breath. He devoured every inch like a starved caveman and I could only take him like a good girl.
"Fuck little mate, I could die a happy man, right here between your legs" he groaned against my twitching thighs, then just like the first time, he parted my folds and swiped that devilish tongue through my core, hard.
"Oh god, please" I choked on a sob, my breath hitching altogether as he slipped a finger inside me, curling it just right to hit a spot that made my eyes water at the same time with his tongue.
"Not god, Sweetling. I'm the only one that could ever make you feel so good that you begin to question your sanity" he murmured before diving right back in, taking me from the second orgasm even to the third.
His voice had changed. Thick with lust but definitely not the beastly growl. But I barely even noticed that.
I could have sworn that my brain had gone into a temporary coma if it wasn't for the fact that I could still feel him. I could still feel his merciless tongue and finger deep inside me.
"Alexander..." I whimpered, as he patted my pussy until I came down from my high.
"Holy hell, little mate. You're going to be the death of me" he murmured low, thrusting two fingers inside my overstimulated pussy.
'You and me both, Alpha wizard.'
"You take me so well, but I just can't get enough of you. Not when you're looking at me with those pleading, teary eyes, begging for mercy even as your body keeps craving for much more than you think you can handle." He whispered, parting my knees wide apart as I tried to give myself closure.
"You promised to do anything I ask, didn't you?" The predator whisper taunted me and the dread that settled in the pit of my stomach was totally unmatched.
What's worse? I couldn't protest without letting out those filthy moans, thanks to his relentless fingers.
I could only nod, hesitantly.
"Then you're going to start by letting me have a taste of you just one more time, little mate." He murmured, and before the words could sink, he'd settled himself between my legs, throwing my legs over his shoulders for more access and he didn't stop until I had the fifth orgasm. The last orgasm that had my legs trembling uncontrollably even after he'd stopped the torture.
"Shh, you're okay... you're fine" he repeated softly, stroking my hair until I came down from my high. That was when he kissed me, passionately, like a true gentleman, even if he's far from being one.
After what seemed like forever, he pulled away slightly, gauging my expression as his thumb ran over the line of my lips slowly.
"You've been such a good girl, little mate. How about I reward you by fucking all that dull ache out of your system, once and for all?" He asked and I nodded even through the haze that clouded my vision.
"Now, be a good girl and go on all fours." He added and a shudder rippled through my body.
I crawled off my initial position with slightly wobbly knees, presenting myself on all fours right in front of him.
Alexander slowly ran his hands over my hips and I felt the skin burn from his touch. One hand rested at the dip of my waist while the other hand dipped through my folds, feeling just how much I was dripping for him.
"You're so fucking hot, Dani. You know that right?" He groaned, his voice thick with lust that mirrored mine, or maybe more.
I felt his wet tongue swiped over my fold from behind and almost immediately, his hand went down on my ass cheek, hard, jerking me right into the sweet torture of his mouth.
He'd just spanked me. And somehow, it only made me drip harder than I already have.
But there was only so much patience Alexander's body could take too. So when he grabbed my waist firmly, with his head slowly parting my folds, I knew for a fact that he was so done playing with me.
He thrust all the way in, no waiting to adjust, no warning. Just one hard, deep stroke that made my fingers dig into the bed, almost painfully as I cried out in utter pleasure.
His thrusts were quick, relentless and so fucking hard, I literally saw stars with every stroke of his member inside me. And his hands, fuck those hands kept me right where he needed me. There was no escaping him. Not now. Not until he's had enough share of my skin tonight.
He fucked me from one orgasm to the next and then another. And even when my knees betrayed me and I collapsed into the bed, he was right there, ready to catch me and take just as much as he needed while giving me more than what I could possibly handle.
Another spank landed on my butt, so hard it made me clench tight around him.
"That's it, little slut. You're taking my cock so well" he praised, landing a harder spank as he gripped a fistful of my hair to create a perfect arc of my body. And it went on until I was a moaning, crying, begging mess.
"It's too much, Xander. I feel... I feel too much" my voice came out muffled, like a strained whimper and his next thrust hit even harder.
"I want you to feel everything. Every single inch of me until it's instilled deep into your body that you're mine. Your body, spirit and soul are all mine, little mate." He muttered.
"Mine"