Chapter 46: Surrender

Every time their skin touched, it was like jolts of electricity coursing through her entire body, from head to toe. Her soul yearned for him, her body craved his touch, and her mind was nothing more than a fog of desire.

His thumb traced her lower lip as his gaze locked with hers. “I’m going to lay you down now, Livy. Are you going to be a good girl?”

She shivered. He was an alpha; he took, he savored. He was ~in control~.

She didn’t want to be in control. She wanted to be taken, to be satisfied. He would touch her. He would make her feel good. She wanted to feel good. She ~needed~ to feel good. It had been so long. It had been so hard recently.

She wanted to lose herself in his touch.

“Y-yes.”

She heard him chuckle before he used his mouth to suck on the skin above her breast. One large hand cupped the small of her back, and he guided her downward. She let him.

Her knees hit the ground first, and then he laid her flat on her back, her whole body buzzing with adrenaline. Her hands were clutching his shirt, always keeping him close to her body as if he was going to disappear.

Her legs spread instinctively, and he nestled himself between them. He lowered his head, lifting her shirt so that he could kiss her bare stomach. She hissed at his touch, feeling the heat he was igniting on her skin.

When his mouth reached below her navel, her back arched. She was soaked, and he had barely touched her. How could she survive him?

He struggled with the button of her jeans, and then as he tugged, the zipper came undone.

~Yes, yes, yes~. He grabbed the belt loops around her waist and pulled downward. As his mouth moved lower and lower, he applied more pressure. “Gonna need you to lift your hips for me, baby.”

~Shit~.

Moisture spilled from her at his words, and she wrapped her legs around his large frame. By the time she understood what he ~asked~ her to do, she was panting.

“Livy…”

Right. Right.

Despite the pounding of her heart, she managed to focus and lifted her hips from the ground. He used that momentum to pull her pants down. He lifted her legs, freeing her from their confines.

She thought he would discard her clothes, but he carefully placed them on the shoe rack to his left.

Alex covered her body with his once more. “Wouldn’t want to ruin the nice little space you set up for us.”

He grabbed his shirt from the back, pulled it over his head, and placed it with her pants.

He did something that made her freeze in place. His nose pressed against her cotton underwear, the tip nudging her clit.

Why hadn’t she chosen better underwear? Something more luxurious, softer?

Right. Clothing. She needed to think about clothing. No, there was no time for that. His warm breath seeped through the fabric, tantalizing her, promising waves of ecstasy.

He moved lower, his hands gripping her bare thighs.

“What do you want, Livy?”

She wanted all of him.

Will had always been quick. He’d slide in and fuck her. But Alex was touching her, tasting her.

When she didn’t respond, he shifted his head away from her center and nipped at her inner thigh. She jerked upward, moans escaping her lips.

“What do you want?”

His voice. The one that made her lose all sense of control.

The one that took over her, overwhelming her body and mind. “~You~.”

“That’s not enough.”

His tongue darted out, licking the sensitive skin, making her squirm under his touch.

“I want to taste you. Do you want me to taste you?”

“I-it’s…”

He turned his head, his lips never leaving her skin as he made his way back to her center.

His nose pressed against her, his tongue sticking out to lick her through the underwear. Pleasure shivered through her body, and desperate whimpers slipped from her lips.

“Has anyone licked you, Livy? Did that worthless beta touch you like this?”

She shook her head.

He chuckled, and the vibration made her crave more. “Of course he didn’t.”

Alexander hooked a finger in her underwear and slowly pulled it away from her center.

It clung to her, completely soaked through. But he didn’t take them off. He just pushed them aside.

Then he set her world ablaze.

One lick of his tongue and her back arched off the ground, her head rolling back so far she thought her forehead might touch the blanket.

“A-Alex.”

But he didn’t respond to his name.

Instead, his tongue plunged into her, drawing out moans of pleasure from her parted lips. Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took, and she clung to the blankets beneath her as if her life depended on it.

His tongue swirled inside her, and she forgot how to think, how to be.

“Is this all for me, Livy? Are you wet for me?”

“Yes,” she hissed, her hands moving down her body.

His mouth moved up, finding her clit.

She screamed his name when he sucked on it, a fire igniting in her chest. Each breath was a struggle as she tried to refill her lungs. He sucked, he nibbled, dissolving her world.

Pleasure blinded her as he slipped a finger inside with ease. He moved it in and out of her while his tongue danced around her swollen, throbbing clit.

More whimpers slipped out, and before she knew it, her fingers were tangled in his dark hair. She pulled, torn between wanting to push his face away and wanting to pull him closer.

“You like that, Livy?”

She tried to nod. But she couldn’t control it; was this a nod? A shake? A circle? What was she doing?

“Words, Livy, we talked about this. I need words.”

He lifted his mouth from her, his gaze searing her face. He slipped in another finger, his expression unchanging: a smirk. “Tell me you like that.”

“Yes. Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I-I—li-like it.”

The second finger added a new pressure, and even with the loss of his mouth, she couldn’t help but dig her heels into the ground. ~More~. She knew he was watching her but she couldn’t focus on him.

Sweat coated her body as he continued his ministrations, forcing her to match his movements with her hips. She thrust into the air, craving more of him deeper. Her entire body was shaking and her thighs were trembling.

And as if the torment wasn’t enough, his mouth found its way back to her wet folds. He propped her legs on his shoulders, giving himself better access to his prize.

Then, he lapped at the juices spilling from her, his fingers never stopping.

She felt him twist his hand, his thumb pressing on her clit so he could apply a bit of pressure while moving it in a circular motion.

Her teeth bit into her bottom lip. She was torn between screaming at him that she couldn’t take it or begging him to let her climax.

She was vaguely aware that she was moaning his name, the only thing that made sense to her at this point.

~He’s going to make everything okay. He’s going to take care of her~.

He definitely would.

As he delved deeper with his tongue, she felt a sudden release in her lower abdomen. Her toes curled and her feet dug into his sides as a wave of intense pleasure surged through her.

She pressed into his face, her fingers almost tearing his hair as she pulled.

A scream of satisfaction echoed in her throat, and her inner walls tightened around his fingers, holding them captive as her climax overtook her.

It seemed like minutes before her body relaxed, her legs dropping to the ground, the sensation of the soft blankets almost too intense for her sensitive skin.

As she started to feel dazed and confused, she noticed his fingertips tracing up her skin, slowly lifting her shirt away from her. Her body felt too heavy to move, but he didn’t need her help to remove her shirt.

Once the cool air hit her skin, causing goosebumps, she found herself seeking his warmth.

“~Almost there~.”

His large hands gripped her hips, and the next thing to go was her underwear. ~Damn,~ he hadn’t even taken it off. She had forgotten.

“I don’t think you need these anymore.”

She shook her head, finally allowing her eyes to open.

He positioned himself back between her legs, his hands on either side of her head. “You’re beautiful, Olivia.”

He leaned forward, finding her breast. Her nipple hardened when he took it in his mouth and gently sucked. “So fucking perfect.”

One of his hands moved to her other breast. He massaged it gently, his thumb and index finger circling her nipple. Her hands flew to his back. Her nails dug into his skin as a familiar wetness spread between her legs again.

It was too much. She hadn’t come down from the high yet. Everything felt torturous.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” he whispered against her skin. He traced her nipple with his tongue slowly.

“I’ve wanted to taste you since you ran away from me. I’ve wanted to show you you were mine.”

~His~

“You’ve been around, touching me, needing me. I’ve let you take and take.”

He pulled on her nipple, a mix of pain and desire coursing through her.

“Now it’s my turn. I’m going to be ~selfish~. I’m going to taste and take all of you. I’m not going to stop until you’re begging, until your legs give out. Do you want that, Livy?”

~Oh God, yes.~ She wanted it so much it brought her to tears.

Yes, yes to all of it.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Livy?”

“~YES~.”

It came out louder than she intended but she didn’t care.

Her body was pulsating with need and she was nearing the point where her need was becoming painful. She was in ~pain~. It hurt. It hurt to need him inside her so desperately.

Before? Before, it helped. It eased the pain.

But it wasn’t like now. Now, it felt like her chest might burst if he didn’t enter her. This—this was ~the need to survive~. She needed him as much as she needed to breathe.

He was everything.

In her mind, all over her body.

“Eager, are we?” He chuckled.

Alex pulled away from her, his hands going to his zipper. He unzipped it, relieving the pressure in his jeans.

She could see the bulge in his pants and she couldn’t help but lick her lips. He didn’t waste time, pulling down both his boxers and his pants at once, leaving him exposed to her gaze.

~Well, he was bigger than Will~.

There was no doubt about that. Anticipation welled up in her chest and she was captivated, watching it bob as he positioned himself back between her legs.

He licked the junction of her neck and shoulder, his tongue warm against her skin.

“I’ve been patient, Livy, and I’ll fuck you any way you want,” he started, leaving a trail of kisses on her heated skin as he spoke. “But right now, there’s one way I need to take you.”

She wasn’t sure if it was a question.

It didn’t sound like one.

He wrapped a strong arm around her waist, pulling her to him, and then, her stomach did a flip as he turned her. At first, her legs buckled, and he pressed his chest to her back.

He brushed her hair to the side, kissing her ear. “I’m gonna need you on all fours. Can you do that?”

Olivia tilted her head back until it nestled against his shoulders, her eyes fluttering shut.

She could sense the warmth of his arousal near her, and she bit her lip in anticipation. ~Almost there.~ Soon, he’d ease her discomfort. Soon, it would all feel so much better.

The anticipation had her thighs rubbing together, a futile attempt to alleviate some of the tension. She pressed her hands flat on the ground, lifting herself onto her knees.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his lips descending to meet hers.

~He’s pleased. Yes.~

She’d never sought his approval before, but now she craved his words of affirmation.

This newfound desire was disconcerting, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

His tongue slipped into her mouth, intertwining with hers, pushing, demanding. She yielded. A gasp slipped from her, breaking their kiss, and she jerked against him.

The tip of his arousal was nudging at her entrance, and she tightened in anticipation.

He reached down, his hand encircling his arousal, aligning it, and then he teased her with it. ~Oh God.~

She found herself pushing back, trying to draw him in, but his hold on her waist was unyielding.

“Fuck.”

~No, no.~ That wasn’t a good ~fuck.~ That wasn’t an I-can’t-resist-you-fuck. That was a bad fuck.

His head dropped to her back, and she tensed. ~No, no, no. He’s going to stop. He’s going to leave. Why is he leaving?~ Her body was yearning, desperate for his touch. He was the only one who could fully satisfy her.

Make her feel whole. She needed this. She needed him. If he could just make love to her, it’d be better. Then she could feel, she could think.

He growled in frustration, his lips brushing her skin. “I forgot the condoms.”

~Condoms.~

Right. Right.

Because—even though the thought of him releasing his warmth deep inside her had her trembling with desire, she ~knew~ it was a bad idea. It was. Really. Truly. She didn’t want that.

She didn’t want him filling her. No, not at all. ~Pull yourself together, Liv, pull yourself together.~ No. WAIT. He didn’t need to leave. He could stay. How could she forget?

“It’s okay,” she managed to say. She took a deep breath. “I—I have—”

“Pill?” he suggested.

She shook her head. “Other… Shot.”

After the first mishap with Will—which thankfully didn’t result in anything—she decided she needed something.

Once a month, she couldn’t handle it. And she didn’t want her cycle or anything else interfering, so she chose a method that she couldn’t forget or avoid.

Yes. Bare. He could go in bare. He didn’t have to leave.

He was going to stay.

He grazed his teeth across her back, her shoulder blade, and finally, he reached her neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin, eliciting a shiver from her.

He was applying pressure, but he wasn’t breaking the skin.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

She closed her eyes, savoring his warmth, the weight of his body, and his scent as he began to ease himself inside her.

There was a slight resistance at first but she relaxed and her wetness was enough to help accommodate him.

Bit by bit, he filled her and she moaned the moment he was fully inside her.

He gripped her hips as he began a slow rhythm, sliding in and out of her.

Her mind went blank, her own sounds of pleasure echoing around them.

She cried out as he quickened his pace, his fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave marks.

He was whispering words, but she couldn’t decipher them all. ~Beautiful. Perfect.~

He thrust into her, his pace increasing, each movement taking her breath away.

Once he found his rhythm, he was everywhere at once. Hands on her breasts, tweaking her nipples.

Flat palms on her hips, smacking them as he pushed inside. Lips kissing every inch of skin he could reach. Tongue tasting all of her.

Words escaped her and sounds of pure ecstasy were all she could muster.

She felt alive. She felt filled with pure contentment. She’d been in pain, her body yearning for him, and now finally they were one. The ache in the pit of her stomach was gone. Now it was replaced with pure need.

It had never felt like this.

She’d never experienced this before, this breathless sensation. Will had eased the pain, made it tolerable. But this? This was satisfaction. All she craved was him, thrusting into her, touching her in every possible way.

God, she craved him.

Was this how it was always supposed to feel? Was this what it was like with an alpha? The commanding presence, the ceaseless waves of ecstasy? ~No~. Not an alpha. ~Mate~.

Mate.

~Mate~.

Alex gently bit her earlobe. “Are you going to climax for me, Livy? Are you going to be a good girl?”

His hand moved to her clit. He massaged it with his thumb.

A shaky breath left her and she felt the familiar heat in her belly. He shifted slightly, altering his angle, hitting the ~spot~. She pleaded, she moaned, she screamed—until she shattered.

Her body was rocked by a seismic wave of pleasure, her arms giving way, forcing her face into the blanket. But he didn’t stop. And when it became unbearable, he lifted her ass higher, diving back into her.

Her own wetness coated her thighs, trickling down her legs.

She bit the blanket, shouting his name as her world exploded from the intensity.

After a moment, he was the only thing keeping her from completely collapsing.

He moved inside of her, his thrusts slower, and then she felt it. His cock expanded inside of her, throbbing as he filled her to the brim while she tightened around him.

She drained him of everything he had to offer until he fell onto her back, gently lowering them to the ground.

Their new position caused his semi-hard cock to slip out of her, and his release began seeping out of her.

He took a few deep breaths before flipping them around so that his back was on the ground and she was lying on top of him. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her mouth to his.

He consumed her lips, biting at the sensitive skin, forcing her to part her lips. He took everything she had left, her limp body a dead weight on his chest.

“I’m not done with you.”

~Yes~.