Rise of the Dark Alpha

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~ SASHA ~

Zev's kiss became almost overwhelming. He groaned and his breath roared, his body twitching as she stroked him.

"Hold onto me," he growled, grabbing her hand and pulling it up to his shoulder.

"But—"

"I said hold on!" he hissed, then with a tortured groan he buried his face in her neck and with that resonant call, tilted his hips and took her.

Sasha cried out, the invasion a slide of sheer pleasure that sent fizzing, tingling curls of bliss spiraling out to her extremities. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to press to the top layer of her skin until she could feel every brush, every hair, every sliding invasion in detail.

She'd been wrong before. This was the most alive she'd ever felt.

But Zev wasn't done. Both hands gripped her bottom and lifted. With a tiny shriek, her eyes flew open and she clung to his shoulders.

"I've got you, I got you," he growled, lifting and turning her. Her legs were locked around his waist, but she was leaned back, had been letting the wall take her weight.

When he lifted her, she was arched back and it brought them closer together. Sasha, overwhelmed and uncertain, but desperate for him to keep going, grabbed for a better grip on his shoulders, her hand slapping on his skin.

"I've got you," he groaned again, and then bounced her on his hips as he thrust.

Sasha cried out, her bodyweight bringing them together hard so her entire body shook with the jolt of pleasure. He took a step and did it again and Sasha gasped. Again. Again. She was leaned back, eyes closed and head back, clinging so hard her nails dug into his skin.

But he called for her again, and again and she was keening, unable to think or care how she looked, only desperate for him not to stop.

Then the angle changed suddenly and he pulled her to his chest as he leaned forward. Sasha opened her eyes and realized he'd walked her to the bed and was now crawling them onto it, still carrying her, his large hand flat, splayed at the center of her back, his lips on her neck as he carried her up, onto the bed.

A moment later he lowered her to the furs, her head on the pillow, but he didn't follow, sitting back on his heels instead to look down at her again, but still loving her, still rolling his hips, holding hers, pulling her onto him, his eyes hooded and breath tearing between his teeth as he gazed down on her like she was the most precious thing in the world.

His chest flexed, his shoulders and arms rippling as he pulled her into him. He was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen, but watching him only distracted her from the incredible sensations he was building within her.

Still gasping, she closed her eyes and let herself sink into the feeling of the pleasure building where they joined, the way his fingers clasped her hips, the shocking scratch of his stubble when he dropped to his hands, bracing over her and kissed his way along the underside of her jaw. To soft slickness of his hair between her fingers as she held him there, pleading for him never to leave, never to stop.

And the gorgeous vibration of his deep voice against her chest when he vowed that he never would.

She pulled him into a kiss then, desperate and feral, teeth bared and lips open, her tongue invading his mouth the way he invaded her. She writhed against him, frantic noises breaking in her throat that were supposed to be his name, but she couldn't quite form a word.

The world became very small then, made up of crackling electricity, heat, and building pressure that tingled and threatened, glittering stars on the edge of her vision. Then she sucked on his tongue and Zev gave a shuddering groan.

Arching back, he raised his chin to the sky and gave that glorious call, his voice echoing in the cavern as he gripped her shoulder and thrust into her, against his own resistance.

"Zev!" Sasha's body shivered once, twice, three times, then her stomach dropped as she tumbled into her climax like falling off a cliff into the sea, rolled and buffeted in every direction by it, as if she'd been pulled under an ocean of pleasure and was being tossed by its waves.

Zev's call rolled off into a growl as he dropped both hands, fisting them in the furs on either side of her head and bracing, the veins and tendons in his arms standing proud as he called again and again, pounding into her, then shuddering, his body arching and rigid before he slumped, sweaty and panting over her, his lips against her cheek.

Sasha took minutes to come back down to earth. When she did, she was still clinging to him, her legs around his waist, her arms around his chest, fingers clawed into his hair, pulling him against her as if she was afraid he would leave.

She blinked and made herself relax, running her fingers up and down his neck and scalp. Zev shivered, then took a deep breath and raised his head to lean his temple on one elbow and gaze down at her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned, but smiling.

"I'm better than okay," she breathed, staring at him. "It's just getting better, Zev."

"I know." He leaned down to kiss her, then propped himself up again so she could breathe. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, Sash. But I hope I'll figure it out so I can keep doing it."

She laughed, which made her clench on him and they both groaned a little bit, Zev dropping his head to kiss her again, softly this time, not pulling away, but leaving his lips against hers as he spoke. "Never stop loving me," he whispered.

"Impossible," she whispered back. "It's impossible, Zev."

He curled a hand over her head and slumped again, his lips against her neck. "I love you, Sash."

"I love you too, Zev."

"That makes me the luckiest bastard alive."

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