Chapter 67: Pretty ironic

Dorian’s protective instincts kicked in instantly. He grabbed her hand, yanking her securely to his side as the sharp glass shards rained down around them.

"Get on the bed," he murmured.

Alyssa quickly climbed back onto the mattress, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and confusion. She glanced down at her palm; it was clean. There wasn’t a single cut or scratch.

She looked up at Dorian, then down at the shattered remnants littering the floor. "What just happened?"

Dorian was strangely silent. He took her hand, carefully examining the smooth skin of her palm to make sure no microscopic pieces were embedded in her flesh. After confirming she wasn’t injured, he slid his arms beneath her and lifted her securely into his embrace.

"Where are we going?" Alyssa asked as he carried her out of the master bedroom.

"Another room," Dorian replied shortly. "Mary will clean that up when she returns in the morning."

"Let me do it..."

"Absolutely no way," Dorian refused, cutting her off. "I am not letting you pick up a broom to clean up that mess. You might get hurt."

She let out a soft chuckle, her feet swinging slightly as he crossed the threshold into another bedroom. "It’s just glass, Dorian. I can clean it up. It won’t even take a minute. I used to do it all the time back at my home in the South."

"That’s the difference," Dorian countered, his tone leaving no room for argument as he lowered her gently onto the bed. "You are with me now. There is no way I am letting my Luna sweep up glass shards like a maid."

Alyssa gave up the fight. She was slowly growing accustomed to Dorian’s possessive mannerisms. She knew by now that once his mind was made up, he wouldn’t budge no matter how much she tried to convince him.

He left the room briefly and returned a moment later, this time holding fresh water inside a porcelain cup.

She accepted it with a soft murmur of thanks and gulped it down, quenching the dryness in her throat. Once finished, she placed the cup on the nightstand and snuggled deep into his waiting warmth.

"I wonder what made the glass shatter like that," she murmured against his chest. "Could it be the humid air of Ashgard?"

"Probably," Dorian lied smoothly. "Perhaps it’s because the glassware hasn’t been used in a long time."

But he didn’t believe a word of it. With a sixth sense that was constantly on high alert, he knew the violent way that crystal had fractured wasn’t ordinary.

Still, he didn’t want to dwell on it, not while they were on their honeymoon. He planned to make her week in Ashgard memorable in every possible way.

He looked down at Alyssa, noting that she was still wide awake, her gaze unblinking in the dark. "Do you feel better now? After the nightmare?"

She nodded, offering a small smile. "Much better."

His lips pulled into a warm smile. He slipped his large hand beneath her nightwear, sliding it slowly up the smooth skin of her stomach until his fingers lightly grazed the soft edge of her breast.

"You know you don’t have to hide things away from me," he rasped, his voice dropping an octave. "You can always tell me anything you want."

Pretty ironic for someone hoarding a massive load of secrets from me, Alyssa thought. But she nodded anyway, her eyes gradually growing heavy and clouded with a sudden, simmering desire.

His hand closed fully over the swell of her breast. He squeezed softly, watching as her lashes fluttered, her pupils dilating and expanding in response to his touch. He flicked his thumb over the taut peak, rolling it gently between his fingers.

She arched, a soft, breathless sound escaping her lips. Her mouth parted as her breathing turned into short, harsh pants. And through it all, Dorian watched her, his eyes glowing a soft, dangerous gold.

With slow, deliberate movements, he undressed her, peeling away the shirt and shorts until she was bare to his heated gaze. In the same fluid motion, he stripped out of his own clothes.

​He lowered his head, pulling one hard, aching nipple into the intense heat of his mouth.

"Ohhh... that feels so good," she whispered. Her fingers threaded tightly into his dark hair, tangling in the strands as she pulled him closer, seeking more of his punishing mouth.

He worshiped both of her breasts, savoring the soft, throaty moans vibrating from her throat. His hand disappeared between her thighs, circling her clit with agonizing slowness before finally pushing deep into her warm, wet folds.

A sharp gasp tore from her lips. Her hips jerked upward instinctively, her inner walls contracting tightly around his fingers.

"You’re already so wet for me," he growled, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, keeping the pace deliciously, tormentingly slow.

Alyssa waited for him to rise above her and claim her the way he normally did. But instead, he caught her by the waist and spun them around in a fluid blur, until she was positioned directly above him.

"Straddle me, baby," he whispered.

Raw desire shot through her, simmering hotly in her core before spreading like wildfire through every nerve ending. She straightened, locking her thighs securely around his hips. She could feel the heavy hardness of his cock throbbing directly against her center.

He gripped her hip tightly, his fingers digging into her skin, and lifted her. Guiding his length directly against her entrance, he lowered her down.

A sharp, strangled cry escaped Alyssa as she sank down, taking his full, thick length inside her until he was buried deeply in. Her head fell back, her spine arching tight like a bow, her hair tumbling wild and loose around her face and shoulders.

Dorian watched her from below, his jaw locked tight from the sheer pressure of his restraint. In that moment, she looked like a wanton goddess, all soft curves, flushed skin, and erotic wildness.

"You’re so tight, my love," he whispered, reaching up to fondle her breast. "So damn tight."

He lifted her slightly by the hips, then thrust deeply back up into her. A guttural growl tore from his chest at the sweet sensation. He was close, dangerously close, to letting Shadow completely take the reins.

"Ride me," he commanded gruffly, his fingers firm and unyielding around her hips. "Ride my cock."

​Alyssa began to rock her hips, her eyes rolling back as the rhythmic motion drew him even deeper into her heat. She flattened her palms against his chest, anchoring herself to his muscular frame as she began to roll her hips in a punishing rhythm.

"Fuck," Dorian cursed aloud. His eyes flickered violently between glowing gold and pitch-black as he gazed up at her. He looked as though he were enduring an exquisite torture, the kind of pain he never wanted to end.

"You feel so fucking good, Alyssa," he whispered, his voice shaking as he watched her round breasts bounce with her movements.

He sat up abruptly, closing his mouth over the hard peaks once more. He sucked fiercely, flicking his tongue over the sensitive buds until she was moaning loudly, losing herself to the rhythm.

Laying back down, he gripped her hips and drove upward deeply, meeting her descent. He did it again and again, driving higher and harder, mercilessly hitting the deepest part of her pleasure spot.

The moment she began to tremble, he flipped their positions, still buried deeply inside her. He lay above her now, pinning her to the mattress as her legs lifted naturally to lock tightly around his waist.

She began to clench around his cock as her climax finally tore through her. Holding her securely against him, he thrust inward with a wild, unbridled force, his movements hard and unforgiving as he ground his hips into hers. She was still in the violent throes of passion, trembling, gasping, and milking him tightly.

His own climax hit him with sudden, devastating force, ripping a deep, primal growl from his throat. He buried his face into the warm curve of her neck, his grip around her hips tightening enough to leave bruises.

She clenched harder, pulling the release from him, and he spilled deeply inside her until he was panting, his powerful frame trembling violently above her.

Because his face was buried in her shoulder, he completely missed the subtle, terrifying change in Alyssa’s expression as her eyes shifted from vibrant blue to a deep, blood red.