Chapter 255 Chapter 255

Chapter 255 Chapter 255
Amber

The air in the room was thick, heavy with the cloying, sweet scent of my rising heat and the dark, musky undertone of Rayne’s Alpha pheromones. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs as Rayne led me toward the bed, his grip on me firm yet possessing a reverent gentleness. When my knees finally hit the edge of the mattress, he maneuvered me down, his body a warm, solid weight pressing me into the sheets.

He finally broke the kiss and we both gasped for air, the space between our lips lingering with a static charge. Rayne’s eyes were dark, the pupils blown wide until only a thin ring of their natural green remained. He looked at me with a mixture of raw hunger and a protective hesitation that made my chest ache.

"Amber," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated through my very bones. He braced himself over me, his arms caging me in. "Are you sure? Truly sure? I don’t want to rush you into this, not if there’s a single part of you that isn't ready."

I reached up, my fingers trembling as I cupped his jaw, feeling the slight stubble beneath my palms. There wasn't a shadow of a doubt in my mind. The heat was a slow-burning fire in my blood, but my love for him was the oxygen that fed it. "I’m sure, Rayne," I replied, my voice steady despite the haze in my mind. "I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I’m yours."

A low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest—a sound of pure Alpha satisfaction. He didn't wait another second. His hands moved to the hem of my sweatshirt, tugging it over my head and discarding it with a flick of his wrist. Then, he returned his attention to my skin, starting at the sensitive curve of my neck. He began to kiss his way down, his lips hot and demanding.

But he wasn't just kissing me; he was claiming me. I felt the sharp, stinging bliss of his teeth grazing my skin, followed by the firm pressure of his lips as he tucked his head into the crook of my shoulder. He began leaving a trail of dark, bruised hickeys and small, deliberate bites along my collarbone and neck.

Each one was a brand, a mark that would take days, maybe weeks, to fade. He was letting the world know, in the most primal way possible, that I belonged to him. I arched my back, my fingers tangling in his hair, a soft sob of relief escaping me as he claimed every inch of my throat.

He moved lower, his focus shifting from my neck directly to my breasts. I had always been busty, a fact that seemed to fascinate him now more than ever. He groaned against my skin, his hands coming up to cup the heavy mounds of flesh. He began to lavish them with an intensity that left me breathless.

He alternated his attention with a calculated cruelty that drove me mad; he would lick and tease one nipple with the rough texture of his tongue, swirling around the peak until I was practically screaming for more, before suddenly sucking the entire length of the bud into the heat of his mouth.

While he nursed greedily at one, his hand was busy with the other. He rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp, before tugging on it firmly. The dual sensation was overwhelming. I could barely control my moans, which had turned into high-pitched, pathetic whimpers of need.

Below the waist, I was a mess. I could feel my panties soaking quickly, the slick of my heat coating the fabric and making it cling to my skin in a way that was both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing. I was so turned on it was crazy; the scent of my own readiness was filling the room, driving us both toward the edge.

Finally letting go of my chest, Rayne sat back for a brief moment, his eyes raking over my trembling form. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my sweatpants. With one fluid motion, he stripped them off, taking my soaked panties along with them. He didn't even look at them as he flung the lace scrap into a far corner of the room, leaving me completely exposed to his burning gaze.

The cool air hit my damp skin, making me shiver, but the cold was short-lived. Rayne leaned over me again, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He kissed his way up, biting softly at the tender flesh, leaving more of those tell-tale marks. Each nip was a jolt of electricity that traveled straight to my core. He moved slowly, agonizingly so, making his way toward the center of my heat. I was shaking, my legs falling open instinctively as he approached my entrance.

He was about to dive down and eat me out, his nose already brushing against my bare mound but I couldn't take it anymore. The anticipation was a physical pain, a void that only he could fill. I reached down, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him up.

"Rayne, no," I gasped, my voice broken and thick with desire. "I can't wait. I don't want to wait anymore. I need you inside me right now."

I looked him dead in the eye, my Omega instincts taking the wheel. "Breed me, Alpha," I commanded, the words coming out as a dirty, primal plea. "I want to feel you stretch me. Give me your knot. Fill me up until I can't take any more."

The hunger that flared in his eyes at my words was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. It was a look of pure, unadulterated possession. Not wasting a single second, he stood up by the side of the bed. He stripped off his pants and underwear in one frantic motion. When he turned back to me, I lost my breath.

His rock-hard member swung out, looking massive and angry. It was a deep, dark red, throbbing with the force of his heartbeat, and the broad head was already slicked with an abundance of precum. He looked like he was on the verge of coming just from the sight of me waiting for him.

Rayne climbed back onto the bed, hovering over me once more. He took a moment to kiss me one more time—a deep, grounding kiss that tasted of salt and longing. "Tell me right away if it hurts," he murmured against my lips, his voice thick. "If it's too much, I’ll stop. I promise, Amber."

I nodded fervently, unable to find the words. I watched as he positioned himself, lining his tip up with my aching entrance. But he didn't slide in. Instead—the bastard—he used the broad head of his penis to tease my folds, rubbing against my clitoris and sliding through my slick without actually entering.