Alphas of Seduction

by Victoria Blue

  Surprise covered her face as her voice croaked out, “Yes.”

  “Do you think I’d be the type of man who’d leave you unsatisfied?” She fucking shrugged and my blood boiled beyond reason. I had to remember that she didn’t know me well, but I’d do what I could to change her perception of me. Of men in general. “We aren’t all like your ex.” She stayed silent. “Spread and touch yourself,” I commanded.

  She groaned in embarrassment, her thighs clasped together tightly. “Why?”

  I hovered over her and put my mouth near the shell of her ear. My tongue flicked over her lobe and her breath hitched. I nipped with my teeth as my fingers trailed from the middle of her sternum to her stomach. “Because I want to give you back the confidence he robbed from you. The confidence they all took from you.”

  Her breath shakily released as I stood up and trailed my gaze to the apex of her thighs. Her hand covered, but slowly, a finger dipped in. “You’re wet?”

  She nodded, avoiding my gaze.

  “Do you ever please yourself this way?”

  She shut out the world around her and leaned her head back on the pillow, giving a slight nod.

  “Open your eyes, Emerie. Look at me and stroke yourself the way you do when nobody’s watching.” Her eyes of innocence focused directly on mine, but through them peeked lust and heat. I wanted it all there, not just a hint, but she wasn’t fully relaxed. “You’re beautiful. I want you to believe that. Keep your eyes on me, and I’ll keep mine on you. I won’t look anywhere else.”

  I wanted her to see inside my head, all the potential I saw for her, for us. I wanted to be her white knight, the man who would make himself better for her. More importantly, I wanted her to see herself the way I saw her. I understood her, and my heart fucking bled for her.

  Did I deserve her? Fuck no. She knew nothing of my past, nor of the number of women I’d been unable to commit to since Tessa. Emotionally unavailable they’d all said. Truthfully, none of them were worth it. None of them were Emerie.

  She maintained eye contact, and let out a small moan from her mouth. I wanted to slip my hand down my pants and take care of my excruciating ache, but I’d waited for her, and she was almost mine.

  “Describe what your body feels.” There was hesitancy in her movements. I caressed from her elbow down to her hand, where her fingertips were buried. The slow circles she made weren’t enough, so I took charge of her fingers with mine over them and picked up the rhythm. “What do you feel, Emerie?”

  Her gasp broke through her lips but she stifled the sound. “Tightness, throbbing…”

  “Don’t stop yourself from being loud. Cry out, moan, curse, whatever you need…” The warmth and softness of her folds hugged our fingers as I quickened the tempo. “How do you feel?”

  “Good. Nervous,” she panted. “Tell me what to do next.”

  “Lead my fingers. Put them inside you.” It was the most difficult yet easiest thing to do, to keep my eyes on hers. I sensed every movement of her body as she put her hand over mine, arched her hips up, and steered my fingers to her opening. I sank in one, then another, her muscles inside clenching around them as I slid in and out.

  “Rub your clit the way you like. Move your body the way you want.” She complied, and my fingers moved harder, faster, in time with her thrusts. “That’s it, keep it going.” I added a third finger and stretched her walls, preparing her body for what was on the horizon. Her breath choked in her throat as I stroked.

  “Oh, God,” she cried out as her thigh muscles began to tense.

  I felt her tightening, the compression growing, the heat rising. “Let it happen,” I growled.

  Her breathing quickened, her moans filled the room, and she never closed her eyes. The heaviness between my legs grew and I groaned as her hips lurched. She jerked and sobbed out as I powered my fingers inside of her. Her head flew back and our eye contact broke. I watched her the whole time, the gorgeous expression of desire and agony coursing over her.

  The explosion lasted until her hips slowed and she was panting, sweaty, and completely perfect. Her eyes opened and I removed my fingers from her body. My lips met hers for a sweet kiss. I stared at her, our noses almost touching, and I knew the moment would be seared into my memory forever.

  “I’ll tell you you’re beautiful until you believe it.” Where was I even getting this shit? How could this happen to me? This woman had me hooked.

  She shifted uncomfortably. Her hands clasped the sides of my jacket. “When do I get to see you?” she asked anxiously. “I want to feel you again.”

  I grinned. “What exactly do you want to feel? Be specific.”

  “Your body on mine,” she purred, gaining a hint of boldness.

  “Be more specific,” I voiced, my lips hovering close to hers, our breathing raw and heavy.

  “Your naked body on mine. Your cock, heavy and warm in my hand.”

  There she was. That assertive woman was finding her way out of her shell. “What else do you want to do with it, Emerie?” I leaned forward and took her bottom lip between my teeth and pinched it.

  She moaned. “Stroke it, taste it, feel it split me open where I need to be filled.” Her body arched up. “Please…”

  I could barely think with her talking dirty that way. There was so much more of her to discover, to unleash, and this couldn’t be the first and last time we were together. Her hands slipped through my jacket and I helped her shrug it off. I stood, grabbed my wallet, and flung out several packets on the nightstand.

  Both of us maneuvered to where our clothing was no longer an obstruction, and all we were was flesh against flesh, half of my body resting on hers. I directed her hand to my cock and covered her fingers, wrapping them around it. I guided her strokes. Pre-come trickled out, but I retained control as she took her thumb and twirled it around the crown. Uncertainty played over her as I offered her the condom, but her instincts took over as she wrapped it over me.

  Maintaining my composure was a challenge, but I let her hands explore my body and watched the way her gaze took me in with wonder. “You’re so…” Her hands traveled over the middle of my stomach and up to my chest with slow glides. She straddled me and I groaned as her slick pussy rubbed against my erection.

  “Big? I know.” I smirked cheekily.

  Her laugh was airy and soft as she leaned over me, and for the first time, I saw a fracture in that stone wall she tried her damnedest to keep up. “Beautiful. You’re so beautiful, Sebastian.”

  The shockwave that coursed through me stayed concealed, though I wasn’t sure how successful I’d be in hiding my feelings much longer. Never had a woman said those words the way she’d said them—as if the weight of the compliment was rooted in such truth it was resolute.

  “I’m supposed to say that to you.” The muscles in my throat constricted. I brushed the emotions aside and sat up. My hands tugged her lush hair so her neck was exposed. I kissed and licked the skin tenderly as she straddled me, rubbed against me.

  “You did.”

  “Did you believe it?” I asked.

  “No.”

  “Get ready to.”

  Chapter 3

  Her

  What was happening to me? I was being devoured by a gorgeous man, and he thought I was beautiful. Moreover, I’d told him he was beautiful. I’d never admitted that to a man before. And here I was, sharing a bed with said man, and he was going to put his body inside me. I acted as though it wasn’t a big deal, but it was a big deal.

  My heart had never been exposed to someone. I finally understood why Dan hadn’t felt close to me, why he’d searched for a connection elsewhere. Vulnerability and risk weren’t my strong suit. I was scared to rip myself open and bleed. After years of seeing my mother and stepfather’s inability to get along, I’d stayed away from emotional entanglements. It was terrifying that Sebastian was crumbling the fortification of my heart.

  “Are you rethinking that one-time rule?”

  His hands roa
med my spine and settled on my waist. He pushed his hips up against my core as I sat in his lap, and that ache, that urgency, that necessity to have him fill the vacancy returned. The center of my chest constricted and my head tried to make sense of the emotions I knew weren’t tangible. I couldn’t confuse lust for affection. Maybe the compliment I’d given him was too much. He wanted to make sure I wouldn’t get attached. Most men freaked out when they discovered I was waiting. They equated a virgin with the probability of a clingy female.

  My moment of exposure was hidden once again behind armor. “Not one bit,” I guaranteed.

  A frustrated growl, low and primitive, erupted from his chest and he flipped me over, taking his position above me. His solid body rested over me and his kiss pressed into my lips, his mouth working mine as if he was trying to prove something to me.

  He didn’t need to prove anything. I’d explored his body, held him in my hand, stared straight on in fascination at how erect and hefty he was. And all I could think about was how he would satiate me, make sure I left satisfied. Those authoritative words, those possessive hands would be the death of me. He would make this last for hours, give me so much and make sure I stayed ravenous for more.

  His lips traveled down my neck to my breasts, where he took one in his mouth and played. Chills broke over my skin and I dug my fingers into his hair as he kissed his way lower. The friction of his body on mine had me needy, and I was on my way to another outburst before he’d hit his destination.

  His glorious mouth. I jolted when it made contact, a trembling cry escaping from the back of my throat as he devoured me in a place no man had kissed. His hands roamed from ribs to waist to thighs, where he braced them open and licked unhurriedly. He delved deeply with his tongue. Inch by agonizing inch, he indulged, taking what he wanted, showing no mercy with his mouth.

  I whimpered, my thin gasps breaking into cries as my hips tightened. His movements were meticulous, precise, and my trembling body gave him the cue to build momentum. “Please,” I groaned as he tormented me with that tongue. Tension clambered in my stomach and my hips continued to writhe against him.

  “Please what? Tell me,” he grumbled.

  Tears gathered in my eyes as my hands flew beside me. I clutched the bedsheets as the force mounted. His tongue circled my clit with teasing strokes. “It hurts.”

  “Good hurt?” He took his time to part my folds and waited for me to answer. I barely shot out a yes before he dipped his head back down and pressed his tongue on me. Sweat dusted my body and heat flushed over me as my whimpers turned into loud moans, my voice unrecognizable to my own ears.

  As if he knew I could no longer withstand the pressure, he sucked hard and long. I burst apart, his name ripping from my lungs repeatedly as my body pulsed against his mouth.

  He sighed and crawled up, his forearms bracing him as he rested his lower half against me. I was too spent to do anything but find my breath, but when the pads of his thumbs wiped dew from the outer corners of my eyes, I opened them. In view were two hungry dark blue orbs watching me.

  “Hi, Tiny,” he whispered. His soft fingertips brushed strands of hair away from my damp face. I felt his hard cock near my entrance and had nearly forgotten that he’d yet to take his own gratification.

  Our noses grazed and my emotions betrayed me. I was captivated by his magnificence, the sharp angles of his jaw, the roughness of his stubble. It was a stark contrast to his tender gaze and the gentleness of his caress.

  “You good?” he asked.

  I nodded.

  “Anyone other than me ever do that for you?”

  I lowered my eyes and shook my head indistinctly.

  His nose gently tipped the bottom of my chin, signaling me to make eye contact. He seemed proud to be the first. “You liked it.” He winked.

  “I did,” I whispered softly, swallowing down the lump stuck in my throat. My hips angled up and brushed against him. That strong jaw of his ticked and I knew his control was weakening. Beads of perspiration formed at his temples as he groaned and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against mine. “Please, let me have you, Sebastian.”

  His eyes locked on me and I could scarcely speak, think, or move. His knees shifted my legs wider and my muscles automatically tensed. “Don’t be nervous,” he breathed heavily against my lips. “Eyes open and on me, okay?”

  I restrained a whimper and nodded. I could be brave. I was to leave this trip with my head held high. I was in control of my emotions and attitude. I would not fall for him. He was a means to an end, and my new life would begin.

  His eyes turned dark with desire and confidence. I could barely stand to look at him. It was too many sensations, too many thoughts that stopped me from admitting to him that my own confidence was waning. Maybe sleeping with him hadn’t been the best idea, but I didn’t want to turn back. I couldn’t.

  He pressed gently against me. He inhaled and hitched the back of my knee under his arm to open me wider. The throbbing between my legs escalated and I shuddered when he took a bit more of me.

  “Relax,” he breathed.

  I did the complete opposite and my inner muscles clenched as he surged in completely. I cried out at the pressure, my arms hooked around his shoulders as I buried my head against his chest. He panted heavily. His arms wobbled as he held his weight up. “Emerie, look at me.”

  “I’m fine…” I rasped out breathlessly. It hadn’t hurt, not much, but the discomfort was there, as though my body was trying to adjust. “I’m okay.”

  Sebastian was hanging by a thread. His muscles were wound tight like a guitar string ready to pop. The sound of his inhalations was desperate, as if he’d run a marathon and couldn’t get enough oxygen. “Look at me and tell me that.” He didn’t make a move except for his chest, rising and falling as he waited as patiently as he possibly could.

  My eyes met his and stayed glued to them, and my body fully accepted the invasion. The discomfort faded, and the tension turned me on. I nodded, wanting him to move.

  “You’re tighter than I expected.” He shut his eyes and hissed through his own form of agony as he slowly pulled out. “You sure you’re okay?”

  “I’m okay,” I promised and pushed my hips toward his to take him in. “You don’t have to be gentle.”

  “Yes, I do…for now.”

  I groaned, ignoring what he meant as he drank me in.

  “You feel incredible.” His hands gripped my hips as we picked up a rhythm. He slid in and out and the pace soared faster. A frown played on him as he focused, his concentration deep.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked coyly. My hands clutched on to his large shoulders as I squeezed my inner muscles on purpose. “Am I not doing this right?”

  He scowled and thrust harder. I gasped, my head knocking back as my eyes shut. “If you’re asking me that, then that means I’m not doing it right.”

  He adjusted my hips and ground into me, changing from fast to slow, drawing out each plunge. The sound our bodies made together was pure perfection. Nobody’s first time should’ve been that good. A sudden sadness filled my heart at the thought of it being over. I wished I hadn’t made my stupid rule, the one I assumed would protect me. More so, I wished he hadn’t agreed to it.

  “Let go, Emerie.” His voice was gruff, but my name on his lips was music to my ears. “I need you to come. Please, baby. Don’t fight it.”

  I could see he was on the edge. He’d withheld so long in order to please me, and it would be over in a moment. A sob broke through my lips.

  His hips pumped and I tightened. Our breathing increased and his hands gripped harder. “Fall. Fall with me,” he demanded.

  His gaze on me was profound. My heart was shattering. I didn’t want him to finish, I didn’t want to go there, but it couldn’t be helped when his hand traveled between us and he rubbed at the juncture of my thighs. No, not yet…

  My eyes fluttered closed and I shook uncontrollably, violently, an anguished cry echoing against the walls o
f the room. Spasm after spasm rolled through my body and when he gripped my hips firmly and shoved into me, his climax hit.

  His body vibrated as he emptied himself and collapsed onto me. My arms wrapped around his shoulders and I pressed a kiss to his collarbone. Our skin was slick, damp, and we were both out of air, and it was the most wonderful experience I’d had.

  And it was over.

  He pushed himself up on his elbows and studied me. His stare was serious, intimidating, yet he made me feel so safe. I fit with him perfectly.

  “Well?” he asked expectantly.

  “Best sex I’ve ever had,” I mumbled.

  “Only sex you’ve ever had.” He sprinkled slow kisses over my face, then stopped as he caught his breath. He swallowed hard. His eyes gleamed. “You are so beautiful, Emerie.”

  “Thank you.” I smiled.

  He’d been successful in making me believe it.

  He pulled off of me slowly but I protested and tugged him down with each effort he made. I wanted him to stay inside of me forever. I needed him like a drug. “I’ll be right back. Promise.”

  I watched his naked backside as he entered the bathroom to clean himself up. He returned with a warm, damp cloth to wipe me down. He sunk beside me on the bed and gently cleaned between my legs. “Does it hurt?”

  I shook my head. Tears prickled in my eyes and I couldn’t hold back. I covered my face with my forearm in an attempt to hide. Oh, God, I was flipping out. He would leave and I’d be the silly story of the virgin he’d deflowered. I’d be alone the rest of my life because nobody would ever live up to this beautiful beast of a man.

  “Hey.” He tossed the cloth aside and peeled my arm away. “What’s happening, Tiny? Tell me.” He waited patiently for me to say something, yet I couldn’t get the words to form. “I hurt you?”

  I shook my head aggressively, unsuccessfully restraining my tears. The look of concern over his face was heart-wrenching. “Look, I know this can be overwhelming…”

  “Yes…but it’s not that.”