Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother - Chapter 282

Chapter 282: Chapter 282
Seraphina’s POV

I kissed him back, tentative at first, then with growing heat. The scent of his skin mixed with soap beneath mine. The other slid behind his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. Our tongues tangled, a slow, heated exploration that sent sparks skittering down my spine.

He let out a low growl, vibrating against my lips, sending another wave of heat pooling low in my stomach. His teeth grazed my lower lip, a sharp, sweet sting that made me gasp. His hands slid from my face, one splaying wide across the small of my back, pulling me flush against him. The other tangled in my hair, tilting my head back, exposing my throat. His breath was hot against my skin.

“Gods, Seraphina,” he groaned, his voice thick. He nuzzled the sensitive spot just below my ear, sending a jolt straight to my core. His hands moved, restless.

He lifted his head, his eyes blazing silver-blue in the dim light. His gaze raked over me. His hand slid lower, fingers skimming the waistband of my leggings, dipping just slightly beneath the elastic. The contact, even through the fabric, was electric.

“Damien,” I breathed, a tremor running through me. “Yes. Gods, yes.” I lifted my hips instinctively against his hand, seeking friction. “Please. I need you.”

He pulled the fabric up and over my head in one smooth motion, discarding it somewhere on the floor. The cool air of the room hit my flushed skin, pebbling my nipples instantly.

He let go of my bra clasp just long enough to help me pull his shirt over his head. My breath caught. He was breathtaking. Broad shoulders tapered down to a lean waist. Old scars were silvered etchings in the moonlight, a stark map of his violent past. I traced one high on his ribs, my fingertip trailing lightly.

His thumb brushed one taut nipple, sending a jolt straight to my clit. I arched into the touch with a soft cry.

He lowered his head, his lips replacing his thumb, closing over the sensitive peak. He sucked gently, then harder, his tongue swirling expertly. Electric shocks of pleasure radiated outwards, coiling low in my belly. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close. “Damien!” I gasped.

His fingers slid through my wetness, finding my swollen clit instantly. I jerked, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat. “Fuck! Damien!”

He slid one long finger lower, finding my entrance. I was slick, open for him. He pushed one finger inside, knuckle-deep, curling it slightly. Pleasure exploded, white-hot. My inner muscles clenched around him. He added a second finger, stretching me, filling me. His thumb kept up its relentless pressure on my clit.

Legs still shaky, I helped him push the fabric down my legs. He dragged them off my ankles and tossed them aside. I spread my thighs wider, utterly exposed to him.

His tongue was bold, licking a broad, flat stripe from my entrance straight up to my clit. I cried out again, my hips jerking. He ignored my cry, feasting on me. His tongue flicked relentlessly against my clit while he used his fingers to spread me wider.

The sensation was overwhelming, almost too intense after my climax. Pleasure, sharp and demanding, built again, faster this time. “Damien! Oh gods!” I panted, my hands fisting the sheets.

He lowered his hips. The broad head pressed against my slick entrance. Slowly, watching my face intently, he began to push in. I gasped as he stretched me, filled me inch by thick, burning inch. He felt larger than I remembered, overwhelming after the recent emptiness. My internal muscles stretched and welcomed him.

I was stuffed impossibly full, every nerve ending screaming. Our eyes locked.

His thrusts became deeper, faster. The bed creaked beneath us. His breath came in ragged bursts against my ear. “You feel… so fucking good,” he groaned. “So tight. Mine.”

He shifted slightly, angling his hips. An electric shock rocketed through my entire body. I let out a sharp cry. “Yes! There! Fuck, Damien! Right there!”

“Fucking amazing!” I gasped, my nails scraping down his spine. I writhed beneath him, meeting his thrusts.

He growled again, low and possessive. His hand slid down to cup my ass, lifting me slightly, driving even deeper. Stars danced behind my eyelids. Pleasure surged, unstoppable.

“Damien!” I gasped, teetering on the edge. “I’m… close!”

His hand tightened on my hip, holding me firmly against him. “Give it to me,” he commanded, his rhythm faltering slightly as he battled his own control. “Come on my cock, Sera.”

The instant my climax triggered it in him. He threw his head back with a hoarse roar. His body locked, rigid against mine. He surged deep one final time, and I felt the hot, thick pulse of his release deep inside me, filling me.

His hips jerked uncontrollably against mine, pumping his seed into me as my own inner walls continued to ripple around him. He collapsed forward, burying his face in the curve of my neck and shoulder, his body heavy and shuddering against mine, his heavy breaths hot against my skin.

I saw the flash of his fangs beneath his lip – a hint of the wolf just beneath the surface. Instinct and thrill warred with a sliver of primal fear deep in my belly. His grip tightened on my hip, still buried deep within me, keeping me pinned beneath him. His other hand slid from my throat to cup the side of my neck, fingers curling possessively into my hair near the base of my skull.

He lowered his head again. Not for another kiss. This time, his lips brushed against the sensitive skin of my throat. Then his teeth scraped gently where his thumb had been. I tensed, gasping.

He bit down. Sharp, deep pain exploded like a lightning bolt through my neck and shoulder. I cried out, arching violently beneath him. It burned, it tore.

He released the bite, his lips still pressed against my skin. I felt the warmth of his tongue lapping gently, healing where his teeth had broken skin. But the physical pain was already receding, being subsumed by the bond roaring to life within me.

The mark was finished, finally.

He lifted his head. His lips were stained crimson with my blood. His eyes, holding a new, profound depth of connection, met mine. He licked his lips slowly. “Now you’re mine,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction and awe. “Forever.”