Chapter 38: In the arms of my mate

[Bellatrix:]
"Bella, we need to talk.." He had said that, and although anyone hearing would certainly not read a meaning to that, I could not help but do, blame my two years of celibacy.. Totally. My toes tingle as I walk closer to his office as he had Left Karen and I at the pool after he had told me. Karen, not now.. I should not think of my sister's luck or ill luck rather at this point.
I gulp when I finally get to the door, and then I raise my hands to knock. I knock only once, and the door comes flying open. A hiss almost leaves the tip of my mouth as I come face to face either Ryan. Certainly not who I was expecting. "Luna" he greets. And there they go again, with their name calling. I might probably just end up with an identity crisis as it is.
"Ryan" I greet back with a nod. Much to my satisfaction, he steps out as I step in and I slam the door shut. Alec is sitting at his table, skimming through some books and also his laptop. Alpha work, I can tell with the strained crease on his forehead.
"Four? Five months? How many months has it been?" I rhetorically state as I move closer to his work table
"Four months, four days, seven hours, fourty-nine minutes and twenty-six seconds to be exact."
My breath somehow catches in my throat at his graphic description of how long we've been apart. He finally acknowledges my presence as his eyes meet mine. "That's how long I have had to endure you not being by my side."
"It was a necessity for me to leave" I stupidly say as if trying to defend my absence when in fact it is because I have no clue how I would respond to him.
"Right, the damned prophecy'' he stands from his seat and stalk closer to me, the look on his eyes speaking millions. In a swift movement he has me crushed to his chest, his nostrils flare as he finds my neck inhaling my essence.
"Fuck!" He mutters. "I've missed this.. Your scent"
He releases me from his hug but still holding me and I almost sink to the ground at the wave of intensity his eyes carries. "Bella.." He murmurs.
"Y—yes" my own voice comes out more throaty than I intended it to, God the whole room reeks of sexual tension and it is so freaking thick enough for a knife to cut through.
Alec fingers find my cheeks, just as his other hands comes about my waist, pressing me closer to him. He grunts as he does that and I can feel the reverberation down my head to the tip of my toes. The pad of his thumb gently caress my cheek, "You are still as beautiful as ever, Bella.. And your eyes.." His voice is low as he speaks, so low.. "Your green orbs, they are capturing" instinctively, I lean closer and without thinking I slant my lips against his, and I am kissing my mate for the third time since I met him, only this time— it feels so fucking right.
A low involuntary moan escapes both our mouth as Alec takes control and deepens the kiss, his arms tighten around my waist as he walks us backwards. Soon he is leaning against the mahogany table with me clutching to him.
When his tounge strokes mine, I wrap my leg around his waist and both his hands settle around my lower back, and a swift motion he turns me around so that I am now half standing, half sitting against the desk.
My fingers slide to his hair and I pull on the black silky strands. I don’t know if it’s to push or pull him, and I don’t get to decide.
Alec wraps a firm hand around my throat and tears his lips away from mine, and then he settles lower and bites down on my nipple so hard, pain shoots across my spine and pleasure pools in my core. His tongue laps around it, soothing the ache before he does it again. I cry out, my back arching.
I can’t move much because he’s imprisoning me by his grip on my throat.
It’s like falling down a cliff. There should be nothing pleasing about that because when I hit the bottom, I’ll be dead. But right now? I don’t think about the landing. I’m suspended in the act of falling.
I do not how long I have craved this man so much, but with me in his arms and his mouths wrecking pleasuring assaults to my body, I will say it was worth the fucking wait.
Still biting down on my nipple, Alec reaches the other hand to yank down my shorts. His fingers find my wet folds and he groans as he teases his way down.
My body feels like it’s been lit on fire while still falling down that cliff. A thousand goosebumps cover my skin and seep into my bones.
“Fuck, Alec…" My breath hitches as I squirm beneath him, moaning in pleasure. My hips start rocking, whimpers escaping my slightly parted lips.
Alex's fingers continues its traitorous assault and the only thing I can focus on now is how close to the edge I am — and then he stops.
A groan of protest leaves my lips and I can only imagine how wanton I sound, but just as he stops, I hear him fondling with his belt. He yanks down both his trouser and boxer with one hand and shoves my underwear down with the other. His lips find mine again as I feel his hard-on press against me.
I grind against his erection, trying to to ease the pulsing throb between my unsteady legs, my arms tighten around his neck, my movement now a frantic mess.
"Fuck me, Alec" I gasp out.
Alec's ocean blue eyes meet mine, the dark blue flircks indicating the presence of his wolf swirling them, he smirks at me. "With pleasure, Mate" A loud animalistic snarl leaves his throat as he says that and slams into me.
Fucking hell! I shriek against his mouth. Alec fills me all the way up and a deep moan escapes my lips, he starts to move. He is not slow, No, he is rough, dangerous, unyielding and Fuck do I enjoy it.
Alec kisses me harder, the harsh strokes of his tounge match the frenzied accentuation of his fast, sharp thrusts. My limbs looses functioning and I can swear my heart leaps out of my chest.
I cannot last, I can't, and so when he tightens a hand around my breast and squeezes, I come apart, my hoarse scream swallowed by his mouth over mine.
Alec grunts, his lips tear away from mine as he finds my neck, elongated canines sinks into my skin, as he spills inside of me. We are splattered against his work desk, our breaths coming in and out and the air filled with the essence of us, and there is only one thing I feel — Alive.
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