The Alpha Behind The Mask-Chapter 77: Let Her Take Charge.

Oliver’s POV

​As Aurora’s lips grazed my nipple, a low, helpless groan vibrated in my chest.

Instinct took over. I tried to sit up, my hands reaching for her waist so I could flip her beneath me and take control the way I always did.

But she stopped me.

Her palms pressed firmly against my shoulders, holding me in place.

"Relax," she whispered.

Her eyes were darker than I had ever seen them, swirling with a confidence that caught me completely off guard.

"I’ll take charge."

​I froze. My muscles locked, caught between the instinct to lead and the sudden, staggering desire to let her do whatever she wanted to me. I was a Dominant in bed, but for her, I would be still. For her, I would surrender.

​She smiled—a satisfied smile curve her lips—and began to trail kisses down the hard planes of my tattooed chest. Every kiss was like a brand. As she kissed her way lower, a sudden jolt of adrenaline hit me that had nothing to do with pleasure. The wrist.

​I looked down, my breath hitching, my heart hammering against my ribs. My right wrist was inches from her face. If the crash had scraped the concealer, if my sweat had washed away the heavy makeup... she would see the mark. She would see the scorpion tattoo and know that Oliver and Raymond were the same man.

​I held my breath and checked my wrist only to realize the concealer was still there. It was a miracle.

A shaky breath left my lungs as I leaned back against the leather sofa again, tension draining from my body.

Aurora never noticed.

She was focused on me.

She reached the button of my pants, her fingers nimble. When she undid them and took out my cock, my pulse thrummed in my veins. She began placing soft, lingering kisses, licking me from the base to the head as if she were licking a lollipop.

​"Fuck... Aurora," I gasped, my head slamming back against the headrest. My eyes rolled back. I felt like a man being unmade. Then she took me into her mouth.

​The sensation was overwhelming. My fingers dug into the leather of the couch as I fought the urge to thrust into her. I wanted to grab her hair, to take control, to be the Dominant—but I found myself halting because I wanted to be gentle with her.

​"Fuck, baby girl," I choked out, my hips bucking instinctively. "You are doing so well."

​Aurora responded with a moan as she continued pleasuring me with her mouth. I felt my veins on fire; my wolf was howling for me to take her, pin her, and make love to her, but I held myself back.

​My breath hitched in my lungs as she pulled back, stood up, and began to undress. Piece by piece, the clothes fell, revealing the curves I had spent weeks dreaming of. The light of the fire licked at her skin, highlighting the soft arch of her waist and the swell of her breasts.

​"Fuck," I rasped, my voice thick with a hunger that felt like it was tearing me apart. "You look so sexy, baby girl."

​Aurora’s cheeks flushed a deep, delicious red, but she didn’t look away. Instead, she dropped back to her knees between my legs. The sight of her—naked between my knees—sent a jolt of raw electricity straight to my gut. She took me back into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock with a rhythm that had me seeing stars.

​I groaned, my head hitting the back of the sofa, but I couldn’t just sit still anymore. I needed to feel her too. I leaned forward, my chest hovering over her back as she sucked me, and reached around her. My hand slid down the smooth line of her back, my fingers trembling as they dipped lower, seeking the heat between her thighs.

​When I touched her, I nearly lost it. She was soaking, her slickness coating my fingers instantly. I let out a dark, ragged chuckle against her ear.

​"Baby girl," I growled. "You’re already so wet for me."

​I slid a finger inside her, finding her tight, pulsing heat while she was still wrapped around me. The sensation was maddening—the wet warmth of her mouth on my cock and the clench of her pussy on my finger.

Aurora let out a muffled moan against me, her throat vibrating with the sound, her pace increasing as I began to pump my finger deep inside her.

​I was on the edge, my vision blurring. Every time my finger hit her center, she sucked harder, her small hands gripping my thighs so hard I knew there would be marks.

​"That’s it, baby," I choked out, my hips bucking up into her mouth as I picked up the speed. Our moans filled the room, and I felt it; I was about to cum, but I didn’t want to—not yet.

​"Aurora, stop," I gasped, my hand moving from her pussy to gently but firmly pull her head away from me.

​She looked up, her lips swollen and glistening, her eyes hazy with a lust that made my wolf roar. I didn’t give her a chance to protest. I grabbed her waist and hauled her up, not letting her sit, but making her stand between my spread legs while I stayed seated on the edge of the couch. I was at eye level with her breasts.

​"My turn," I growled.

​I leaned forward, burying my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent—wildflower, sweat. I bit down gently on the sensitive cord of her neck, making her arch her back and whimper. My hands didn’t stay still; they roamed upward, cupping her breasts, my thumbs flicking over her stiff peaks until she was shaking.

​"You like that, baby girl?" I rasped against her skin.

​I slid my tongue down the center of her chest, tracing the valley between her breasts before taking one nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard, swirling my tongue around the bud while my other hand reached down between her legs again. I didn’t go inside this time. Instead, I used the heel of my palm to grind against her clit, mirroring the heavy, rhythmic throb of my own cock.

​Aurora’s hands found my hair, her fingers clutching desperately as her knees began to buckle. "Oliver... please..."

​"Not yet," I teased.

​I pulled back and looked at her, my hands sliding down to her thighs, forcing them wider. I leaned in, my hot breath hitting her soaked entrance. I began to use my tongue on her, tasting her sweetness, flicking against her most sensitive spot with a deliberate, agonizing slowness. Every time she tried to close her legs, I held her still.

​I pressed my face deeper into her, my tongue working with a relentless, driving pace that had her crying out my name. My hands gripped the soft globes of her ass, pulling her even tighter against my mouth as I drank her in. She was trembling so violently I thought she might actually collapse, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her nails drawing thin, stinging lines down my back.

​She couldn’t hold herself up anymore. Her knees finally gave out, and I caught her, pulling her down into my lap. She landed on my thighs, her soaked entrance sliding and frictioning right against the length of my cock. The sensation was so intense I nearly lost my mind right then and there.

​Sher moved forward, slamming her lips against mine in a kiss that tasted like her and the whiskey I’d been drinking. I groaned into her mouth, my hands roaming her back, ready to finally take her, to finally end this torture.

​But suddenly, she pulled away.

​Her breath was coming in short, jagged hitches, and her eyes—usually so clear—were wide and clouded with something that wasn’t just lust. She looked at me, her hands trembling as they rested on my chest, right over the marks where the plane’s harness had bruised me.

​"Oliver," she whispered, her voice cracking as she struggled to find her breath. "Wait... I have something to tell you."

​I froze, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped animal. The room was silent except for our heavy breathing and the crackle of the dying fire. I looked at her, my pulse thrumming in my ears, scared of what she was about to say.

​"What is it, Aurora?"

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