Take Me (A Dark Alpha stand-alone romance) (Dirty Ever After Book 3)

by Lola StVil

  I finally let go. I plunge into her, a hard fast stroke that finishes me, pushing me over the edge completely. I keep her body pinned in place with my own as I spurt into her. Her climax is fading—she’s coming down from it, and her pussy twitches, clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing. It pushes me past the point of a mere orgasm and into something else. Something more primal, something otherworldly. Something only Elle can bring out in me. I feel my cock spurt for a second and then a third time as every part of me feels my climax and then I am coasting down, panting.

  I reach out with one hand, putting my palm against the wall to steady myself as my legs turn to jelly. I keep a tight grip on Elle. I won’t let her fall. I’d never let her fall.

  She has her face pressed into my neck. I can feel the hot bursts of air as she fights to get her breath back. When I trust my legs to work for me again, I move toward the couch, keeping Elle wrapped in my arms. I collapse onto it, holding Elle in my lap until we both recover.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  ELLE

  Coasting down from too many orgasms to count and being held in Falcon’s arms is the happiest I can ever remember being. I can feel his seed slowly running out of me, coating his thighs. I can feel my body trying to readjust, to expend the excess energy my orgasms brought forth. I feel alive, changed somehow by what just happened.

  I went from thinking I would lose Falcon to feeling closer to him than I have in months, and I feel good. Tears come to my eyes, happy tears, but I furiously blink them away. I don’t want to ruin the moment by ending up in floods of tears.

  Falcon seems to sense that I have returned to myself and he kisses my cheek. I lift my head from his shoulder, and it feels too heavy on my neck. I smile at him.

  “Holy fuck, Falcon; remind me why we stopped doing that,” I say.

  He laughs an easy laugh that I join in with.

  “I have no idea, but we’re never stopping again,” he replies.

  I shuffle on his lap so I can face him without pulling my neck muscles. I lean forward and run my lips across his.

  “I was so scared I was going to lose you, Falcon, and now I don’t even know why I thought it,” I say.

  He kisses me, hard and full.

  “You will never lose me, Elle. Never,” he says. “You are mine. Always. Do you understand me?”

  I nod, wordless in the face of his total confidence in us.

  “I have to admit for a while there, I thought I was losing you too. I wasn’t about to let you go without a fight, but I felt … I don’t know exactly. Like somehow you didn’t need me anymore. And everything I said, everything I did, it seemed to push you further away each time.”

  “I was lost, Falcon. I lost myself, and I didn’t know how to come back. I wanted so badly for you to make love to me. To tell me everything would be alright. But I felt as though that maybe wasn’t what you wanted.”

  “It was exactly what I wanted. Elle, the only reason I held back from you was that I was so scared to make a move in case you rejected me. That would have broken me. When you said you were past caring … I broke a little inside.”

  “I didn’t mean it like that,” I say, willing him to understand. “I meant … God, I don’t even know what I meant. I just … I meant I was done fighting with you. I wanted you to understand.”

  I can feel tears coming to my eyes again. Falcon wipes away one that escapes. He leans forward and gently kisses each of my eyelids in turn.

  “Please don’t cry, Elle,” he says.

  I give a shaky laugh.

  “They’re happy tears,” I reassure him. “I’m just happy that we’re back to where we should be.”

  “Me too,” he agrees. “And I’m so sorry I was such a total prick.”

  I shrug and sigh.

  “You were right though, weren’t you? About Franklin. And about me.”

  “I was right about Franklin. But none of that was a reflection of you. You can do anything you put your mind to. If I made you feel like that wasn’t the case, then I am truly, deeply sorry. I just … I was so scared of you going out into the world alone and realizing that you didn’t need me, that I tried to keep you right here by my side. And doing that almost made me lose you.”

  “Never,” I tell him. “No matter what I do or where I go, you won’t lose me, Falcon. I love you too much to let that happen.”

  “I love you too,” he says.

  He leans forward and kisses me again, a gentle, loving kiss this time.

  “So you quit your job today. What next?” he asks.

  “You sound almost like you want me to go to work now,” I say, surprised.

  “Franklin aside, I realized it wasn’t so bad you going out to work. I was worried about you, but I can cope with that. I don’t want to make you feel like I’m hiding you away. You’ve always supported me and my career, and now it’s my turn to do that for you.”

  I feel my face break into a smile.

  “Do you mean that?” I ask.

  “Of course,” he replies. “Just promise me if I tell you someone is a fucking pervert that you’ll believe me.”

  “I will,” I promise.

  “So did you enjoy sales?” he asks.

  I think about it. Did I?

  “Not really,” I admit. “I enjoyed the feeling of signing up a client, it was a buzz I’d never felt before, but I didn’t really enjoy the actual selling. The whole process felt very cold and impersonal.”

  “So maybe something where you sell some sort of service where you work closely with your clients yourself rather than passing them on down the conveyor belt,” he says.

  I nod slowly, thinking.

  “Yes. Something like that. But who the fuck knows where I’ll find something like that with zero experience.”

  “You will, Elle. I have complete faith in you.”

  I smile to myself. This day is turning out to be full of surprises. What started out as the worst day of my life is turning out to be one of the best ones.

  “I hate to have to say this, Elle, especially now, but I really have to get back to the office. Things have changed. I have a team in place now to take care of the day-to-day problems, but I’ve barely been in today. I’m trying to let go, but baby steps and all of that. I swore to myself I would never neglect you again, and I swear it to you now, but right now, I do need to go.”

  I laugh.

  “Just go, Falcon. I don’t expect you to drop your whole job and sit around the house with me all day. It’s just good to know that some days, you might be home in time for dinner.”

  He gets up and bends down and kisses me on the forehead.

  “Every day,” he says. “I’m only going to be a couple hours, I promise.”

  I watch him as he gets dressed. When he’s done, he kisses me again.

  “See you soon,” he says.

  “Okay. I’ll wait for dinner,” I tell him.

  He grins at me, a sparkle in his eye.

  “Fuck dinner. We’ll be skipping straight to dessert.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  FALCON

  I spent the few hours in the office in a state of semi-arousal. All I could think about was Elle. About what we had done and what was still to come when I got done and went back home to her. I swear I could have finished in half of the time if I hadn’t kept thinking about her.

  I kept seeing her kneeling before me, sucking my cock. I kept tasting her pussy on my tongue, smelling her on my fingers. And I kept imagining I could feel her pussy around my cock like a glove.

  It was about more than just the perfect fuck though. I felt like we had reconnected, and we’re back on the right path. I felt like I had got my wife back. The fear of the last week had pretty much melted away.

  Even now, knowing I’m on my way back to her, I am filled with excitement. I feel like I used to when I was taking Elle on a date before we were even married. My stomach is churning with excitement at the thought of seeing her. My skin keeps breaking out in goose
bumps as I think of what I’m going to do to her. She’s awoken the beast inside of me, and I’m going to make her come all night long. I wasn’t joking when I said fuck dinner. There won’t be time for eating anything but each other.

  I am breaking every speed limit in my rush to get home to Elle, and I finally pull up in front of our house. I get out of the car, almost jogging to the door. I can see her in my mind. She’ll be upstairs, laid out on the bed, naked, waiting for me. I imagine her touching herself, bringing herself to the edge and then stopping, knowing she can’t come without me.

  The thought makes my cock hard as I push the front door open.

  “Elle?” I call, already heading for the stairs.

  “In here,” she shouts.

  Her voice is coming from the dining room. I feel my cock twitch as I imagine her sprawled over the dining room table, her pussy wet and ready for me. I hurry through, already taking my tie off. I am surprised and more than a little disappointed when I go into the dining room, and Elle is sitting at the table looking at her laptop. She’s been upstairs and put on shorts and a vest top. She still looks hot as fuck.

  She looks up as I enter and smiles at me, her face full of youthful excitement. I return her smile, looking questioningly at the laptop. Is she on Skype with the twins or something?

  “One second,” she says.

  She types furiously for a few minutes, and I sit down opposite her. She finishes typing, ending with a flourish, and shuts her laptop. She grins at me, shifting in her chair, tucking one of her legs underneath herself.

  “I thought about what you said. About selling something where I get to work closely with the clients and not just sell to them and move on. And I started to think about the sort of things I am good at and enjoy. I’m pretty organized, and I enjoy arranging events. I thought those were useless skills, and then it hit me. Wedding planning. Think about it, Falcon. It’s perfect for me. I’ve spent years attending events, visiting venues, and dealing with caterers. I know the best places to go, the best everything. And now I can use that knowledge to help other people.”

  She’s babbling like she always does when she’s excited about something.

  “Okay.” I smile. I think for a moment, and then I nod. “Yes, I could see you doing something like that and being good at it. So, I take it you’ve been looking for any openings?”

  “No,” she says, shaking her head. “Well yes, but the more I looked, the more I realized that working for a wedding planner and being a wedding planner are very different things. I don’t want to be someone’s PA. I want to plan weddings that will make the bride beam, the guests ooh and aah. I’m going to start my own business, Falcon. I’ve been brainstorming.”

  Her news isn’t what I was expecting, and I feel the familiar dread hit me. I was just about ready to deal with her going out to an office every day. But this? This means she’ll be trawling the city all day long, looking at venues, florists, caterers, and who knows what else. I can’t be there with her all day every day. It’s far too dangerous.

  She seems to sense my mood has changed and she frowns.

  “What is it?” she asks.

  “I’m just not sure it’s a good idea,” I say. “Starting your own business is a lot of work, Elle, and it’s stress you just don’t need.”

  I watch as she deflates in front of me, her shoulders sagging, her head lowering.

  “You think I’ll fail at this too, don’t you?” she says quietly.

  “No,” I say honestly. “I don’t. I think you’ll move heaven and earth to get your clients the wedding of their dreams, and I think you’ll soon be the most prestigious, sought-after wedding planner in New York.”

  She looks up at me, frowning.

  “So why don’t you think it’s a good idea then?” she asks.

  I know this is it. It’s the moment I have to honestly let go and support her, or it’s the moment I make her think I have no faith in her whatsoever and put out that light in her eyes permanently. I have to support her, no matter how much it will worry me.

  “I’m sorry. I let my own fear cloud my judgment. The thought of you running around all over the city scares me. You know that. But I know I have to get over it. I think it’s a great idea, Elle.”

  “You do?”

  I nod.

  “Yes. You were right, you are organized. And you have this knack for getting shit done and in the right order. You’re good with people, and contrary to popular opinion, the best wedding planners are nice people with good social skills, not bitches who whine and demand shit. You’re going to be awesome at this, and I will support you one hundred percent. Just let me know if you need anything.”

  “There is one thing I need,” she says.

  I nod at her to go on, and her face breaks into a smile.

  “That dessert you promised me.” She winks.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  ELLE

  Even after the talk we had, I expected much more resistance from Falcon when I told him my plans to start my own business. I expected him to try to put his foot down, to tell me it wasn’t me, that I couldn’t do it. I think he almost did, but then he caught himself, and he told me he believes in me and supports me. The way he looked at me as he said it, the genuine conviction on his face when he told me I’d be good at this, made me wet.

  I want him. Now.

  I stand up from the table and go to Falcon and take his hand. Without a word, I lead him up the stairs and to our bedroom. I open the top dresser drawer and pull out the lighter. I smile at Falcon as I move around the room lighting the candles I put out while he was gone. He’s looking at the rose petals I’ve sprinkled on the bed, smiling in amusement.

  He feels my eyes on him and looks up at me. I nod toward his clothes.

  “You should probably take those off,” I say.

  He grins and takes his jacket off. I watch him as he unbuttons his shirt.

  “This would be much hotter to music.” He laughs as he throws his shirt over the chair in the corner.

  “It’s pretty hot as it is from where I’m standing,” I say.

  The candles are lit now. I watch as Falcon removes his pants and underwear. His cock is already hard, and my pussy responds to the sight of it, sending a wave of wetness from me. He looks up at me as he finishes stripping, and the look in his eye sends forth another rush. I look at him for a moment longer, my chest heaving in anticipation of his touch, and then I go to him.

  I kiss him, pushing my shorts down and stepping out of them as our lips meet. I press myself against his body, feeling his hardness pressing into my stomach. It makes me want him more. I need to feel him inside of my pussy. I reach down with one hand, wrapping my fist around his cock. I move my hand up and down his length, firm and fast. He moans into my mouth, and I push my tongue further into his mouth, needing every part of us to connect.

  He moves his hand down my back, cupping my ass, kneading the cheeks, pressing me tighter against him for a second. I push back against his hands, leaving enough space for my hand to work him.

  He moves his mouth from mine, kissing down my neck and along my shoulder. He takes my vest strap between his teeth and pushes it down my arm. He runs his tongue along the bare skin of my shoulder, sending a shiver through me. I up the pace of my hand. He’s panting now, his warm breath sending another shiver through me as I feel it on my neck.

  “Fuck,” he moans, his face pressed against my neck.

  He kisses my neck once more, and then he steps away from me. I keep my grip on his cock, and he hisses in a breath as it stretches. I grin at him, biting my bottom lip, still working him. He takes hold of my wrist, pulling my hand away from him.

  “Spoilsport.” I grin.

  He just shakes his head and gives a breathy laugh. He gets to his knees and plunges his face into my pussy, his tongue seeking out my clit. He presses his tongue against it. I am already throbbing, filled with need, and his rough tongue soon brings me to the edge. He pulls back from me, and I frown
down at him.

  “Still think I’m a spoilsport?” He grins wickedly.

  “No.” I laugh. “No. You’re good.”

  He smiles again and goes back to my pussy. He finds my clit again, sucking it into his mouth and making me cry out as he sucks on it hard enough to hurt. I push my hands into his hair, needing to hold onto something to stop me from tumbling to the ground as the waves of pleasure sail through me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

  I tug on his hair as he pushes two fingers into my pussy and works my G-spot. I feel like I’m about to explode as he simultaneously presses on my G-spot and sucks on my clit. He releases my clit from his mouth and goes back to licking me. I throw my head back as the pulses of lust spread through my body, making my skin tingle and my insides burn.

  My climax comes on fast, taking me over the edge. I call out Falcon’s name as I fall headlong into the burning orgasm, my pussy and clit pulsing, throbbing, sending shock waves of fire through me.

  Falcon moves back as another climax hits me. He pushes me, and I’m falling. I tumble backward onto the bed as my orgasm tears through my body. He doesn’t let me recover. He stands at the edge of the bed, pushing my thighs apart, and he plunges his cock into my pussy as it clenches, still feeling the effects of my orgasms. He moans in pleasure as I clamp around him as he pushes into me.

  He reaches down and grabs my hips, lifting my ass from the bed. It lets him go deeper, makes me take his full length. I moan as he fills me, stretches me, and completes me.

  He thrusts his hips, slamming against my cervix, making me cry out involuntarily as I feel him against me. He moves his hips back and pushes into me again. He builds up a steady rhythm, banging himself into me, and I match his rhythm, making each thrust longer, deeper.

  I wrap my legs around his waist, holding myself up, and he pushes my shirt up, exposing my breasts. He moves one hand up my stomach and to my breast. He pulls on the nipple, making me cry out as a tingling sensation runs through my chest, up my throat, and down into my stomach.