Chapter 55: Make her ours

The moment the room door clicked shut behind Dorian, his control shattered.

He spun Alyssa around, pinning her back hard against the solid wood, and captured her mouth in a kiss so fierce it instantly stole the breath from her lungs.

Startled by the sudden, bruising pressure of his lips, Alyssa gasped, but the shock melted into a wave of liquid heat.

She locked her arms tightly around his neck, whimpering into his mouth as his large hands gripped her thighs, lifting her until her legs wrapped around his waist.

His throbbing length pressed snugly against the aching center of her heat. When he arched his hips, grinding into her through the layers of their clothes, a low, thick growl vibrated deep within his chest.

His mouth devoured her completely, one hand clenching into the dark strands of her hair to tilt her head back while the other latched around the curve of her hip.

Breaking the kiss for a second, he dragged his lips down the column of her throat, biting lightly at her pulse point before running his tongue over the sensitive skin.

"Dorian," she gasped, her eyes tightly shut as waves of pleasure rippled through her. "What got into you?"

"You," he rasped against her skin, his breath hot and ragged. "You have crawled completely beneath my skin, little lamb. You were all I could think about during my run."

He found her lips again, deep and unyielding. His tongue slid in smoothly, swirling with hers, ripping a raw, helpless moan from her throat that echoed against the quiet of the bedroom.

When he finally pulled back to breathe, they were both panting. Dorian cupped her face, his thumbs tracing her cheekbones as he drank in the sight of her; her skin flushed, her eyes heavy and hazed with desire, her lips swollen from his kisses.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me in this dress?" he murmured, leaning his forehead against hers. "It’s taking every ounce of my restraint not to tear it off."

A shiver of dark excitement ran down her spine. "It’s one of my favorites," she giggled.

He let out a low, husky chuckle that sent a direct jolt of lightning straight to her core. "I will buy you a thousand if you want."

Gazing up into his striking features, Alyssa realized the terrifying rumors that whispered through the realm about the merciless Alpha King were wrong. Or perhaps, he only showed this sweet, tender side towards her.

Everything about him made her weak with need; the intense focus of his eyes, the possessive curve of his smile, the effortless way he could reduce her to a trembling mess with a single touch.

"What are you thinking about?" he whispered, his golden eyes locking onto hers.

She offered a small, breathless smile, lowering her gaze slightly. "You. I saw the roses this morning, and your note. They were sweet."

"I did not want to wake you," he said, pressing a kiss on the tip of her nose. "I knew how exhausted your body was after last night."

Her cheeks burned as the memories of their wedding night flared to life. As if sensing her thoughts, his cock twitched hard against her center. Instinctively, she arched her spine, rubbing directly against him, her head falling back wantonly against the door.

"You are begging for trouble, little lamb," he growled, grazing the curve of her jaw with his teeth.

"Perhaps I am," she whispered softly. "I missed you, Dorian."

"I missed you more."

Needing her skin against his, Dorian lowered one hand and unzipped his trousers, freeing his rigid, aching length.

In the same breath, he slid his fingers toward her heat, instantly finding her hot, slick, and completely dripping for him.

"Look at you," he rasped, his thumb sweeping over her hypersensitive flesh, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. "So wet for your husband."

Angling his hips, he guided his cock against her slick opening and drove inside with one deep, unyielding thrust.

Stars exploded behind Alyssa’s closed eyelids as he filled her to the absolute brim, her tight walls stretching deliciously to accommodate his massive size.

A long, broken wail slipped past her lips, her hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt. Dorian latched his hands around her ass, keeping her pinned against the door as he began to move.

He withdrew almost fully before slamming back in, his entire frame trembling from the sheer force of the friction. He kissed her again, capturing her wild cries as his pace rapidly accelerated.

His hips rocked with a ruthless, punishing rhythm, each thrust driving deeper and harder than the last.

He broke the kiss as his inner beasts began to claw for dominance. His fangs slowly protruded from his gums, throbbing as his heated gaze dropped to the pulsing vein in her neck.

Inside his mind, Shadow roared, a deafening, echoing sound: MINE! CLAIM HER! MAKE HER OURS!

Dorian fought him down with everything he had, but Soren surged forward next, nearly taking control of his mind. His thrusts became wild, unrestrained, his hips pounding desperately into her as he chased the edge of his climax.

Only the thought of keeping Alyssa safe stopped him from tearing into her skin. He could not mark her now. Not yet.

He threw his head back as her inner walls suddenly clamped down, convulsing violently around his shaft in a powerful wave of release. A second later, she let out a shrill, breathless cry of pure ecstasy, her body trembling in his arms.

The sensation broke him. With a low, guttural roar, he drove in one last time, burying himself deep inside her as his own orgasm slammed into him.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, every muscle in his back locking as he poured himself into her, shaking from the profound intimacy of their union.

When the fog finally cleared from his senses, he lifted his head. Alyssa looked utterly spent, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath, her eyes glazed with total satisfaction.

Chuckling softly, he slowly withdrew from her warmth, hissing slightly at the lingering sensitivity. He lowered her feet back to the ground, keeping his arm securely around her waist to support her weak knees.

"You are going to be the death of me, Alyssa," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her damp forehead.

Alyssa leaned heavily into his chest, a soft laugh escaping her lips. Strands of his dark, silky hair clung to his face, damp with sweat, and his eyes still swirled with a faint, residual gold. It baffled her how a man deemed a monster by the rest of the world could look so breathtakingly beautiful.

"You are staring," Dorian whispered, a teasing smile playing at the corner of his lips.

She hid her face against his shoulder. "I got carried away, and I need to use the bathroom. Can you help me unlace my dress?"

Dorian gently turned her around, his fingers catching the intricate laces at her spine. With a single, fluid pull, he loosened the bindings, letting out a low grunt of satisfaction as the fabric fell away to expose the smooth line of her back.

His hands slid up her slender waist, his palms cupping her breasts from behind. Alyssa’s head fell back limply against his shoulder, a soft whimper escaping her as her nipples hardened against his palms.

His fangs throbbed against his gums a second time. He leaned down, his nose brushing the crook of her neck, the sharp tips of his fangs grazing the exact spot his mark would sit.

Just as his pupils began to expand into pitch-black voids, Jake’s voice shattered the silence, echoing directly through the mind-link.

[Alpha, you need to see this.]

Dorian stiffened, his eyes snapping back to gold. [This had better be important, Jake.]

[It is a report from our agents in the South concerning Alyssa’s family line.] Jake answered. [Her stepmother was found murdered in her home early this morning. Furthermore, our trackers just ran a deep forensic search on Alyssa’s birth parents.]

[What did they find?]

[ Nothing, Alpha. Their entire existence has been completely wiped from every historical record, database, and territory log. It seems like someone is trying to keep their existence a secret.]