Hiding The Alpha King's Twins
Chapter 61
Fleur’s lungs seized. She stared at him, pupils blown, drinking in the hard lines of his face. This alpha man moved through her like a fever — burning out reason, leaving nothing but want.
She couldn’t shape a thought before Christian’s mouth slammed into hers.
Teeth caught her bottom lip, tugged. She moaned into him, her palms pressing flat against the solid wall of his chest.
The heat of his skin through the fabric — rough, alive. Something behind his restraint snapped. His hands found her waist, and he lifted her like she weighed nothing. Her legs locked around his hips, instinctive, as he carried her to the bed and laid her across the mattress.
The kiss deepened, darkened. His tongue swept against hers, and her lips answered without her permission, moving in a rhythm they’d learned by heart.
His hands slid up the inside of her thighs — slow, deliberate, tasting with his fingertips. When his palm grazed the bare heat between her legs, he broke the kiss.
"You trying to kill me, love?" His voice a low growl against her mouth. "No panties. What am I supposed to think, huh?"
Her brain short-circuited. This man — this horrible alpha king — occupied everything. Every nerve. Every breath. The weight of him, the scent of him, the low rumble in his chest when he spoke.
Then his finger pushed inside her, and she gasped against his lips.
"Fuck, baby." His eyes had gone black. "You’re soaked."
He said it like a claim. Like he’d staked something deep in her.
"I need to taste you."
He left her mouth and dragged himself down her body, his mouth trailing heat across her stomach, her hip, the soft inside of her thigh. She felt his breath against her skin before his tongue touched her — hot, wicked, dragging through her wet folds like he was drinking from a spring.
Her body jerked. She didn’t have time to breathe before his thumb found her clit, circling, pressing, tormenting.
He lifted his head just long enough to meet her hooded gaze. His mouth glistened.
"Fuck, little dove. Taste like honey and sin." Then he was back, burying his face between her thighs. His tongue plunged into her, lapping, devouring, as if she were his last meal and he’d been starving for years.
His teeth grazed her clit, and she arched off the bed, her fingers twisting into his dark curls, grinding herself against his mouth.
"Please—"
He growled against her, the vibration pushing her higher. His thumb worked her clit in tight wet circles while his tongue fucked her, and her whimpers turned ragged, turned raw, turned into a cry that tore from her throat as she came apart.
Her thighs shook. She spilled over his tongue, and he drank, sucking her through every pulse, growling against her skin until she collapsed, panting, limbs loose and useless.
He lifted his head. His eyes were nearly feral.
"I need to be inside you, my life."
He grabbed the hem of her nightie and pulled it over her head. His gaze dragged over her — slow, possessive, tasting with his eyes. A rumble started in his chest as his hands roamed her curves, leaving no inch untouched. He licked her belly, then dragged his tongue up the length of her torso until he reached her nipple. Hard. Swollen. Begging.
His mouth closed over it.
She cried out — his name, a prayer, a plea. "Christian. Please. I need you so much."
He looked at her through the dark fringe of his lashes. The want in her eyes matched the fire in his.
"I want you more, baby."
He rose to his knees. His boxers came off in one rough pull. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head dark and slick. He stroked himself once, twice, before nudging her legs wider with his knees.
He gathered the wetness from her folds, coating himself. Every muscle in his body was coiled. Every instinct screamed at him to take her, to claim her, to fuck her until she forgot her own name.
Fleur’s breath caught as his head pressed against her entrance. She lifted her hips — an offering, a hunger that matched his.
Christian held her gaze.
He drove in to the hilt.
She cried out — pain and pleasure fusing, the ache of being filled, the sting of being stretched. Their bodies locked. The connection hit her deeper than skin — it slammed through her chest, her throat, her eyes.
Her vision blurred.
"Eyes on me, baby."
He kissed her closed lids, one then the other, soft as a wound.
Her heart stuttered. She opened her eyes.
And found him looking back at her with the same raw, dangerous, undeniable thing she felt burning inside her own chest.
Christian pulled back to the brink and thrust hard again, his huge dick stretching her small pussy impossibly, making Fleur part her lips and gasp with wide eyes.
"Oh God, you’re so big," Fleur gasped as he penetrated her tight hole fiercely.
"Then I think we need to practice more every day to get you accustomed to my size, Christian smirked, looking straight into her eyes while plunging mercilessly into her tiny opening.
"You are a monster," Fleur gasped at his meaning, making Christian chuckle.
"I am your monster, baby, only yours."
Having sex with a beast like him many times a day was a nightmare.
Or was it really a nightmare when Christian focused more on her pleasure than his own?
But all thoughts flew away when Christian took her achingly taut nipple into his mouth and sucked harder while his monstrous dick pumped frantically into her pussy.
The friction against her inner muscles grew unbearable, and she cried louder. "Ah, Christian!"
"Yes, baby! You like it, huh?" Christian smirked against her breasts, flicking his teeth over her sensitive, swollen nub. He was pleased to see his effect on her body as Fleur trembled visibly, her legs shaking, and her cunt tightened around his rod, squeezing so hard he feared he might not last long.
"Fuck, baby, if your pussy keeps sucking me in like that, I won’t be able to hold it longer," he grunted, clenching his teeth to fight for control.
Fleur’s mind was so overwhelmed with the sensation of her explosive orgasm that she couldn’t comprehend any of his words. Her cum spurted onto Christian’s cock, which was still deep inside her as he never ceased to fuck her.
"You greedy woman, you can’t get enough of me?" He teased, his wicked wet tongue licking the length of her throat before stopping at her sensitive spot where her pulse fluttered.
He sucked hard, making sure she would bear his mark visible in the morning. Fleur’s pussy sucked him inside so forcefully, wanting to trap him in it forever and never let go. Christian groaned loudly but never stopped thrusting hard and deep as if it were his sacred duty.
The wet slurping sound was loud as he thrust down, and Fleur’s hips jerked up to match his movements. Their heavy breathing and the loud pounding of their hearts echoed in the room, mingling with the slapping sound of their skin connecting intimately. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, and each thrust brought them closer to the edge of ecstasy
Christian’s rhythm intensified, his control slipping away as Fleur’s right, wer heat enveloped him, completely.
"Fuck, Fleur, you feel so good," he growled, his voice rough with passion.
Fleur’s nails raked down his back, leaving red trails as she rode the waves of pleasure crashing over her.
"Christian, please, don’t stop," she begged unknowingly, her voice a desperate whisper.
He began ramming hard and rough, plummeting into her weeping cunt. Suddenly, he switched their position, lying on his back and making her straddle him, his dick still buried in her, never to leave even for a moment.
"Ride me, baby!" he commanded.
Though Fleur’s mind was dizzy with overwhelming pleasure, she couldn’t help but think this couldn’t be Christian Wayne, her cruel ex-husband, who liked control both in and outside the bedroom.
Unlike him, this dominating man gave her control, and she fell once more that this man was different, resembling her heartless husband only in appearance.
Fleur’s lips parted as gasps left her lips. In this position, he went even deeper into her, his hard cock hitting her cervix, making her more turned on than she had ever been in her life.
"Fuck, you make me lose control like no one has ever done. What are you, an enchantress?" he looked at her beautiful face, spellbound as his hips continued their relentless rhythm inside her.
His hips jerked up fiercely as Fleur descended on him, trying to match his speed. She was breathless and tired, but Christian’s hands on her kept her bouncing on his dick, sliding in and out of her slick cunt.
"You are mine, baby, and I will never let you go," Christian declared, pulling her down to his face and sealing his words with a soul-stealing kiss.
Fleur couldn’t hold back the tears that spilled from her eyes. Christian didn’t break the kiss. He knew this feeling, as he also felt it, and wanted to absorb her inside him forever, so no one could separate her from him.
After a few more hard thrusts, Christian spilled his seed, filling her pussy, still sensitive from her mind-blowing orgasm, to the brim as the cum began leaking out of her.
Her heart was overwhelmed with the hidden love for this man, embracing her tightly and kissing her as if his life depended on her.
Christian switched their positions again, making her lie beneath him while he didn’t slide out of her. His hard body pressed down on her, and his arms encaged her delicate body possessively. His cock was already semi-hard and throbbing, eager to repeat their passionate lovemaking again. Fleur slowly pushed him away, but he didn’t budge.
Her throat constricted as she blurted out the words, "Now that you’ve got your reward for winning the challenge, you should leave."
She averted her eyes because she didn’t want him to see the emotions and love for him in them.
"That was not the reward I asked for," Christian whispered in a very tender voice with a bright smile on his face.
He gently gripped Fleur’s cheeks and turned her face to look at him. "But it was a nice bonus."
"What do you want then?" Fleur asked, feeling frustrated as this dangerously handsome and charming man elicited all those forbidden emotions she had buried deep inside her heart so they could never bother her.
"I told you, sweetheart. I want to sleep the whole night holding you in my arms," he kissed her nose, and Fleur felt like she might cry at any moment. She was not used to his gentleness and care after sex. This made her feel strange things, which terrified her the most.
"But I would love to hold you close while burying my dick deep inside your cunt, and I will fuck you nice and hard, make love to you all night," he rasped seductively in his husky, deep voice, and Moon Goddess, his dirty talk sent her desires soaring to new heights...