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I wanted to cry. Especially when he removed those fingers on the third denial of my climax.
They were, indeed, clawed, and he ran his tongue over each one, making sure I watched as he licked up the mess I had created.
I whimpered at the sight. I ground against the incredible hardness within his jeans. How he hadn't made a mess of himself yet, I couldn't comprehend... I was already a puddle of pleasure and I hadn't even had the chance to come.
"Was there something you wanted?" His voice was hoarse, gravelly, and I wanted to sit on that mouth.
"You know what I want," I whispered.
'And you know what I want." He ground himself against me in return, for emphasis.
I was going to scream. My hands went for his pants, needing to touch. He at least allowed me that as the bastard didn't even wear boxers, and he sprung out of his jeans the moment the pressure was released. I didn't need moonlight to know what awaited me and my throat went dry at what I felt hard in my hand.
"Holy shit," I whispered as I stroked that generous length in the darkness, and a deep growl escaped his throat as that warm runed brow pressed against my own.
"Now imagine what that would feel like inside of you," the Alpha whispered, his breath warm against my lips.
Oh, I could imagine it. My body was already preparing for it.
"Then what are you waiting for?" I asked, breathless.
I expected him to hesitate. To tell me to beg. To make me do it just like he said I would— I was so close I would have, too. But instead, his mouth crashed into mine and I moaned as my tongue desperately met the taste of beer and cloves.
I didn't care anymore. I guided him towards me and he did the rest of the work. My body shuddered as he entered me and my nails dug into his shoulders as I adjusted. Or attempted to. He didn't give me but a moment before he pulled up and slammed back in. My cries were muffled by his mouth as he did it again, and again, and again. All I could do was hold on as he took me, marked me, claimed me as his.
Little did he know, I was doing some claiming all my own.
I closed my eyes as the pleasure he brought forth threatened to consume my very soul, and I concentrated that power into my fingers that pressed into his muscled arms. All of the want and need extended into my nails, which lengthened into talons all their own, piercing his flesh and digging deep.
I heard the Alpha hiss in response, which brought a smile to my lips despite the ravenous kiss he stole from my mouth again and again. He increased his efforts between my legs with a perfect response, giving both of us exactly what we wanted— what we needed.
The sounds of my pleasure escaped my throat as the heat built in my core and the blood pooled at my fingertips. His vitality was giving me a high like no drug known to humankind, and I was already addicted. His mouth on mine threatened to steal my last breath, and I was drowning in heat and fire and magic and power.
And as it all boiled over, I had no choice but to pull my mouth away and screamed into the night.
When my eyes flung open as the epicenter of my climax threatened to throw me from the edge of the world, the shadows under the bridge could no longer combat their red hue as the blood magic coursed through my veins.
Whether the Alpha noticed or not, I didn't care, not as he slammed into me three more times before shuddering with the power of his own release. I bit my lip to hold back another moan as he filled me absolutely and completely.
And there I saw it. Felt it. The ethereal rune on his brow. Pulsing like a beacon in the night, matching the pounding of his heart. And the rune on my leg— it burned in response.
I didn't want to think about what it meant. Not then. Not yet.
I lost track of how long we remained like that, his head resting on my shoulder while I remembered how to breathe, bodies and souls wrapped around one another through the mingling of our powers singing a symphony in each others' ears.
By the time he lowered my legs and withdrew from me, my magic had settled and my eyes returned to their normal hue, though the absence of him was already a void — a craving I needed to satiated. Again and again.
"I look forward to our future arrangements," the Alpha murmured with amusement as he tucked himself back into his pants.
I was still softly panting as I straightened out my dress. Attempting to smooth down my tousled hair, I watched him put himself away. I wanted to whimper, wanted to taste and touch and feel more than I already had...
And groaned.
Control.
He had it. And the smile on his face showed he knew it.
"I will see you again, Amethyst," he informed me as he finished buttoning his shirt. "Very, very soon."
"And when are you going to tell me your name? Seeing as you already know mine."
Because names were power. And him knowing mine without my telling him shook me to my bones, almost as much as the lingering effects of my climax that left my legs shaky.
He only gave me a smile that told me what I already knew— that he knew more than he let on, that he was much more than the Alpha he seemed.
A smile that promised more to come before he turned on heel and disappeared into the shadows of the half-moonlit night.
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