Chapter 63

Grace

A soul-deep groan was punched out of me. He devoured the sound, licking into my mouth and dragging my hips across his lap until I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, pushing against me, sending lightning and desperation through me. Every shift of my weight seemed to push my hardened nipples against the fabric of my bra.

"Charles, I--"

He growled, biting my lip as he grabbed hold of my ass and lifted us both off the couch in one smooth motion. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, and pulled back for air. His mouth dropped to my neck, mouthing, nipping, licking as if he couldn't get enough of the taste of my skin.

It was easier to just let him have what he wanted, and carry me where he wanted. How he found his way in the dark to his bedroom, I didn't know, but he closed the door behind him with barely a whisper of sound before dropping us back on the bed.

His mouth was hot and demanding. He pressed me into the mattress firmly, holding me in place as he nipped on my neck and pulled my clothes off.

I panted, shaking and trying to catch up, but he was a whirlwind. It was as if the man I had met in the bar was back and a hell of a lot more wanting, less retrained. His skin seemed to ripple. His mate mark seemed different as he tore his clothes off. I didn't know if buttons flew or what. If they did, it didn't matter because soon, my shirt was open, and he was growling with approval at the front closure.

He undid it with a twist of his wrist, pushed the cups aside, and bent his head.

I arched up against him and cried out as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Each of his hands, practically feverish, held one of my breasts firmly as he pinned me down with his weight anchored on my hips.

"I-I'm not g-going--" I shuddered as he sucked so hard it made my toes curl, and another gush of liquid heat ruin my panties. "Charles, please. I'm not--"

He nipped me. I yelped and let any thoughts of reassuring him vanish. I wasn't going anywhere. I couldn't go anywhere even if I wanted to, and I didn't. He rocked his hips against mine. The wild heat, the pure chaos and desire he was churning up inside me, left me breathless. There was no stopping him, and I didn't want to. I wanted him to sweep me away in his energy, in his desire the way I should have all that time ago.

"Whatever you want..."

I felt adrift as he growled and drifted lower, nipping and sucking his way down to the waistband of my pants. He slipped his hands inside them, between my legs, pushing my panties aside, and groaned as he pushed a finger into me in a slow, wet push.

"Fucking wet..." he cursed, pumping his finger into me. "Too tight."

"Charles, please--"

He growled at me again and thrust another finger inside me with a vicious jerk. I cried out and arched off the bed as my orgasm crashed over me. He looked down at me with a challenging look that said I'd take it however he decided to give it to me.

"I-I... Please?" I whimpered, reaching up to cup his face, drawing him down for another searing kiss. He let out a pleased sound, thrusting his fingers into me. "Please?"

"So good," he groaned as I kissed him, gently, pleading with everything in me for more. "Perfect for me."

I shuddered as he pulled the rest of my pants off. My panties, plain and cotton, ripped and went flying towards the floor, landing with a wet sound. I was naked as he pressed one of my legs aside and bent his head as he pulled his fingers free.

I screamed at the hot wet pull of his mouth and twisted, trying to get away from the sudden, too-intense pleasure. I pushed at his head, but he locked his arm around my upper thigh and held me in place with a strength that I didn't expect. I twisted and kicked, trying to escape it, but there was no escape. He growled, sounding excited that I was trying to get away even as he seemed to hold me so easily in a possessive hold as he drove me over the edge over and over again in an endless wave of pleasure.

"Charles, please," I gasped, dazed and unable to think of anything else. My vision was blurry. I shook and listened to him undress the rest of the way. He leaned over me, his mouth slick and shiny and curved into a vicious smile. His expression was feverish. The mate mark on his chest seemed to flicker and twist on his skin. His intensity felt overwhelming. It was a bit frightening the way he gazed at me. The fact that he held me where he wanted me so easily. I should be terrified of his strength, but I wasn't. I wanted it. I wanted him to have whatever he wanted.

Whatever he wanted from me.

Then, he let out a low, rumbling sound and nuzzled his nose against my jaw. My body went boneless. I knew he was saying something, but I didn't know what.

He wrapped his arms around me, angling his hips just so until I felt his cock nudging against me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and bit my lip as he pushed into me with slow, shallow, almost teasing thrusts that made me shudder and gasp.

"Oh, please..."

He growled again, not moving any faster or deeper. I pulled at his back, at his hips, but I couldn't make him move.

"Please," I gasped. "Charles, please."

He nipped at my neck without saying a word. A low rumbling sound rattled through his chest.

Say it.

I gasped, startled by the thought, the words, the message that came to me as if he had spoken the words straight into my mind.

"Please..." I whispered. "Alpha, please."

He shuddered and pushed into me. He was thick, so hard and hot, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe. My whole body went up in sparks. I saw the moon, the stars, and the deep void of unconsciousness laid out in my mind.

I dug my nails into his shoulders and wrapped my legs around his waist, letting my whole world distill down to the sound of his labored breathing, the rumble in his chest, his heartbeat, the smell of him--sweat-warmed and spicy.

And I growled back.

You smell so good.

I clawed at his back, wanting more of him, wanting him closer. I wanted everything. He kissed me again, taking my mouth with slow, languid thrusts of his tongue that matched his pace inside me. I growled at him and bit his lip.

More.

He snapped his him with a warning sound.

Patience.

I whined and squeezed him tight, making my head spin with how full I felt as he let out a low groan and dug his fingers into my hips, pinning me in place as he started to thrust into me, rolling and swiveling his hips as if he wanted to make me feel every inch of him, pushing so deep I couldn't breathe. He angled his hips and pressed the hard ridge of his hips against me in a way that made me scream.

I came in a long wave, but I was moving quickly towards another orgasm before I could even realize it. I was glowing, molten, and melting with every thrust, and Charles was everywhere and everything I needed.

My eyes pricked with tears.

It was perfect.

The sun's gentle rays streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as I slowly stirred from a deep, contented sleep. I was sore. Good sore, like I could still feel him inside me. Memories of the night felt hazy. Had he lifted me up and fucked me against the headboard? On my hands and knees? I wasn't sure.

What was that sound?

As I shifted in bed trying to focus on it, I became aware of the warmth beside me. I looked over at Charles who lay sound asleep, his features relaxed in slumber. He looked years younger like this.

Then, I frowned, staring at him.

Not just like this, but in general. He looked younger. The mark on his chest had changed somehow, but I wasn't sure how. He shifted and turned with a contented rumble and tugged me closer.

His brow furrowed as if he was waking, and then the sound grew louder, and I realized it was my phone.

I turned, looking around for it. When I leaned over the edge of the bed to reach for it. I snagged the end of my jeans, steadying myself with a hand on the floor as I answered it.

"Hello?"