Rise of the Dark Alpha

Chapter 372 Love in the Flesh

Being inside her was like coming home—the only place he never wanted to leave. For a moment, emotion washed through him as his mind spun nightmares in which she’d disappeared and never returned, taken by the humans, or lost fighting them.

As he rocked into her again, a guttural groan ripped between his teeth and he squeezed his eyes closed against the images in his mind.

But Sasha’s hands in his hair, her kisses on his mouth, his jaw, his neck, the way she rose to meet him, her body writhing, hot, and soft, embracing him… it all pushed the darkness back.

Then he opened his eyes and with a whispered urge to wait, but without removing himself from her, he sat back on his heels to stare down at her. 

At first, he continued to roll his hips gently, watching himself enter her and his body shuddered with the sheer bliss of it. Sasha’s eyes were closed and her head back, one arm braced on the wall behind her. But when he didn’t return to her quickly, she opened her eyes and looked up at him, her jaw tipping back every time he rolled into her.

”Are you okay?” she whispered, reaching to lay a hand on the flat of his stomach. He took the hand and pulled it up, kissing her palm.

”I’m so much better now that you’re back,” he growled. Then he thrust into her again.

Her fingers closed on his hand and she braced, her mouth dropping open and her eyes closing as she let herself enjoy the feeling of him. And the picture of her, holding his hand, their bodies joined, her hips writhing… He thrust into her again, a little harder, the small hairs rising on the back of his neck in sheer desire at the way her breath would stop when he pushed in, then rush out when he pulled out. 

She cried his name and suddenly he was there, right on the edge. 

”Fuck, Sash,” he breathed and leaned down over her, bracing on his hands and arching his back to go deeper, but still watch her. 

Eyes closed and hair sprawled around her, Sasha cupped one hand around his forearm, and braced the other on his shoulder, using the leverage to increase the pressure between them.

They both groaned and her head lolled back. 

Zev wanted to take that invitation, to taste her again, but he couldn’t stop drinking in the sight of her, of them, marveling at how she wanted him. His thrusts grew faster, but he made himself focus on keeping the pressure, feeling her clench and release on him as her small cries grew higher and thinner, breathier, as she climbed towards her release. 

But then his body began to take over. The sight of her, the sounds of her pleasure, the scent of her, and the flood of her desire… it was too soon, too fast, he wanted it to last. But they’d found that perfect angle, the pressure that took pleasure so high it was almost unbearable, and they were both reaching, grasping, closer to the peak with every breath. 

”I’m sorry, Sash… I’m sorry… I’m—”

”Don’t stop, Zev! Please! Oh, God, help me—!”

Her skin flushed and pebbled, and her eyelids began to flutter as her pleasure increased. Her mouth, half-open, and her lips so soft but jaw-dropping for a moment every time he thrust—it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen.

”Sasha…”

”Please, Zev!” she gasped.

With a growl, he braced one hand on the pillow next to her head, then with the other, he grasped her hip and pulled up as he thrust.

Sasha called his name again, her eyes rolling back into her skull and she moaned, then it crashed over her—her breath-stopping, body twitching and she began to keen. Everything tightened on him—her body, her thighs, the grip of her hands—and she undulated beneath him, seeking, seeking. 

Fuck she was beautiful. 

Then she sucked in with a wheezing cry and Zev’s orgasm hit light a freight train, slamming into him. His eyes dragged closed as it tore through him and he howled her name, his body tense and trembling with the electric current of it until finally it broke and he slumped, his head dropping. He caught his weight on his hands, but his elbows wanted to give, and he lowered himself over her, panting in her ear, both of them twitching, their bodies still crackling with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Cupping one hand over her hair, Zev buried his face in her neck, laying kisses under her ear, knowing his breath was thundering against it, but he couldn’t stop. He had to hold her close, as close as two people could be. 

He almost wept with the sheer joy of it—blissed out and disappointed at the same time. 

He hadn’t wanted it to end. 

But even before he’d found his breath, Sasha turned her head to find his eyes and his lips, kissing him softly and looking at him as if he was the marvel.

”That was…”

”I know,” he rumbled, his voice rough with residual heat. “You’re amazing, Sash. I can’t believe the way you just give yourself to me.”

She snorted. “It’s a really tough job,” she giggled. “I mean, but you know, sometimes an Alpha just has to take one for the team.”

Zev growled and took her mouth in a slow soft kiss. Her chuckles stopped and she clung to him, hugging him to her, though he worried his weight was going to be too much.

When he pulled back to ask her, she was staring at him.

”I love you, Zev. Like… that’s not just fun, you know? It’s like… it’s like your soul talks to mine when our bodies are in tune like that.”

”I know,” he said seriously, tracing a strand of hair back that had stuck to her temple. “I’ve never… there’s no one else, Sash. No one but you. You know that right?”

”I know,” she whispered. Her smile was a little bit frightened.

Zev frowned. “What’s scaring you?”

She gave a twisted little grin. “Just the idea that it would be so easy to lose you,” she whispered, her cheeks pinking. “It seems like… like every time we turn around there’s another new threat. I just want to be safe with you, Zev. I mean, both of us safe, at the same time, in the same place, and together. Without all this shit hanging over us.”

He nodded. “Me too, beautiful.”

”I love you, Zev.”

”I love you too, Sash.”